The Farming Life of the God of Time Traveling

The atmosphere didn't change because of this incident. When Song Qishu went out the next day, he still greeted Old Man Li politely, without any intention of neglecting him.

Seeing this, old man Li's complexion improved a lot, and his tone of speech to him eased a lot, and he even told him to do things well and not to offend the prince.

With the pass card given by the prince, his entry into the mansion was much smoother than the first time, at least he didn't need to be informed by the guards, so when he turned the pass card and entered the mansion carelessly, the eyeballs of the two previous guards almost fell out.

This kid has only been here for a day, and the Shizi actually rewarded him with a pass card, which is completely worthy of their special treatment.

A guard entangled him and stuffed a handful of real money into Song Qishu's hand, "This little brother is very lucky, but is there any place worthy of the two of us brothers? I promise it will be done properly."

"Yes, yes, don't worry about our work!" Another guard hurriedly responded.

Song Qishu calmly accepted the money, rubbed his chin and pretended to be thinking, but in fact, he had already burst into laughter in his heart. He didn't expect that there are so many benefits to be with this prince. How long is the lifespan? Thinking of this, he let out a long sigh.

Seeing him sighing, the two guards trembled in their hearts, thinking that the son had something secret to say, so they watched his nose and nose, stopped pestering him, and returned to their posts honestly. There is no rush, anyway. There is always a chance.

Seeing that he was no longer being entangled, Song Qishu also heaved a sigh of relief. It was still Chunjuan waiting for him at the door. Chunjuan smiled decently at him and went to the front to lead him the way.

He glanced inadvertently, saw the obvious tears in the corner of Chunjuan's eyes and asked subconsciously, "What happened to you?"

Chunjuan was not feeling well at first, but her master asked her to monitor this man to the door of the study, so she had to do so. Now, when she heard the first man who expressed his concern for her softly, she couldn't help but feel agitated, her eyes turned red. he.

"To tell you the truth, one of my little sisters died, and I feel sad for her. She was born better than me, and she was smarter than me. It's a pity..." She covered her face with a handkerchief and sobbed softly. Song Qishu, who was crying like complaining, was also unhappy.

"Your little sister will be sad to see you so sad for her. The dead are gone."

He couldn't help it, he couldn't let this man cry all the way to the door of the study, he was not good at coaxing women, he could only say some condolences clumsily, don't be sad, but it was his comfort that Chunjuan felt much better.

Chunjuan wiped away her tears, wiped her face clean, and thanked him gratefully, "You are a good man, young master, you will be rewarded!"

What did he do... He didn't know why he accepted the good guy card, so he could only laugh dryly.

Entering the cubicle of the study, Song Qishu saw that Shizi was still lying on the couch with his eyes closed to rest his mind as usual, but to his surprise, his complexion was much better than the previous few days.

"Here I am, my son." This time he learned to be smart, unlike the first time he directly gave the medicine bag to Xiao Yun, but gave it to the only maid beside him.

The maid came generously and accepted the medicine bag in his hand with a smile, and it was this that caught Song Qishu's attention.

Is he hallucinating?When he came yesterday, he only thought that this maid's food was good, and she was quite plump and mellow, but looking at it today, she suddenly lost weight. It's really amazing what made this change overnight.

"Mr. Song?" Seeing him suddenly stunned, the maid called out to him for no reason.

He shook his head, signaling her not to take it to heart, he just thought it was because he was thinking too much.

Hearing the words, Xiao Yun raised his eyelids and looked, and seeing that he closed them again, "There are quite a lot of books here, you can read as many as you want, you can just look at the pictures if you don't understand, we will have a rest after I rest for a while." Start to read."

The prince is so considerate of him, what can he say, answer the words, and sit down in a corner in a proper manner. With the sound of this man's breathing, he takes out a small piece of black stone when he has time, and writes to him If you can't see it anymore, it's better to take out this thing and study it.

He tried to poke it with a small poke, and it took a lot of effort to poke a small hole. He didn't give up, and tried various methods to find the most labor-saving one, but no matter what he did, he was very tired.

"You take it here."

Song Qishu looked up in fright, but saw Xiao Shizi staring at him for an unknown how long, maybe he had been staring at him since the beginning.

Thinking about the importance of the Black Stone, he hesitated. This rich and powerful son should not be coveting this, but he must be interested. Wouldn't he just go there now?

Xiao Yun saw through his thoughts, and blinked helplessly, "I don't want anything, I won't ask you for stones, but I have missed similar objects before, I can still tell you some tips."

Even if the other party promised Song Qishu, he still slowly approached him half-heartedly, stretching out the hand holding the stone.

The next moment, that hand was gently held by another cold hand. He was frightened and subconsciously wanted to withdraw it, but was firmly held down by the other party, unable to move.

"Remember, don't use brute force to carve stones, or it will easily form some messy lines on the surface, and it will also damage the beauty. It will be much easier to use ingenuity. You can see how I do it."

Because Song Qishu hadn't come to his senses yet, Xiao Yun firmly grabbed his hand and stroked it on the black stone. He was cold, his complexion was pale, but his breath was extraordinarily hot, brushing his neck one after another. At this point, he felt that there seemed to be something about to move in his chest, but when he looked up and saw the other person's face, his heart sank to the bottom of the sea again.

Instantly sober, he must be crazy.

Xiao Yun noticed his strangeness and didn't respond, and still covered his hands carefully to let him get used to this way of grinding stones.

Abandoning other miscellaneous thoughts, he tried his best to focus on the study grindstone, seeing Xiao Shizi digging a small hole with ease and couldn't help but envy.

"My son, I'll try it myself." Song Qishu smiled, seized the opportunity and pulled out his hand, recalling the feeling just now, imitating the other party's force on the black stone with a small stamp.

Although he failed the first time, the hand feel will come sooner or later. He is not afraid of failure, and after trying again and again, he finally found the feel of the millstone, and his journey has been smooth since then.

Xiao Shizi supported his head and yawned, and quickly raised his eyebrows for him, but seeing him immersed in his own world after thinking about it, he decided not to bother him, and simply picked up the half-read book and continued reading.

Song Qishu didn't know how long it had been since he ground the stone into the prototype of a piece of armor. He was sweating profusely when he looked up and saw Xiao Shizi looking at him curiously.

"My lord, why are you looking at me like that..." Goosebumps all over his body when he saw it.

Xiao Yun stretched out his finger lazily and pointed at the stone, "What are you carving? Ordinary people are carving birds, fish, flowers and insects, so you can carve a board."

He looked at the rudimentary stone flake in his hand and smiled. Not to mention, it did look like a board, and it was unpretentious, but he couldn't tell this person the truth.

"Diao is ready to show the son, I think it's getting late, when will we start learning to read?"

Actually learned to change the subject.

Xiao Yun took a sip of tea and signaled the maid to bring up the Four Treasures of the Study.

Several people moved a wooden table suitable for two people to sit together, arranged the utensils one by one, and then quietly retreated to the side.

After knocking on the table a few times, Xiao Yun pondered for a moment, and realized that only a prophet could know what teaching method is suitable for this young man, so he thought about taking out a piece of rice paper and a pen and handing them to him.

"Didn't you say that you still know a few words? Then you write the most familiar words first, and I will see what level you are suitable for."

write?That didn't bother him, he spread out the paper, wrote a few simplified characters on it at random, and then glanced at Xiao Yun nervously.