The Farming Life of the God of Time Traveling

Xiao Yun looked closely at the words, frowned, pointed to a few words and said, "Except for the almost misspelled words, there is nothing wrong with these words, but what are the other words? It looks like we are here. But there are always a few strokes missing, the teacher who taught you before must have been a foolish teacher who saw you as a child and perfunctory you." The text here contains not only the characters of Song Qishu's hometown, but also contains many different characters. , he was dizzy to distinguish, let alone Xiao Yun, whom he had never seen before.

He opened his mouth, he wanted to explain, but after thinking about it, he decided not to say it, it's good to let this beautiful misunderstanding continue.

Xiao Yun picked up these words and looked at them carefully, curled her lips in disgust, "Then let's start with the commonly used words."

Picking up the pen, he quickly wrote a line of words on the paper. He asked Song Qishu to imitate the handwriting he wrote, and told him the meaning of each word and what it represented.

The other party surprised him. He knew at least half of these characters, so it would be easier to learn.

He picked a few more difficult ones to demonstrate for himself, and then asked Song Qishu to practice on his own. This kind of thing cannot be replaced by others, and he still has to rely on himself.

I tried to write a few, but it was crooked, and I was not used to this kind of pen for the first time. Song Qishu frowned in distress. He was still confident before, after all, he was only half illiterate, but Now Zhuyu is in front of him, and he hasn't thrown away the brick yet, and the words of the two people look very different when put together.

Seeing that his hand holding the pen stopped, Xiao Yun tapped the back of his hand hard with the book cover.

"Don't stop, just keep imitating and keep writing. It's not like you don't know it all. The problem of calligraphy is easy to solve, but don't say that your ugly handwriting is taught by this son. I feel ashamed."

The handwriting is beautiful and embarrassing... huh? Looking at the beautiful and imposing handwriting again, his resentment immediately shrunk a lot. His chicken feet-like handwriting is really embarrassing.

Fearing that he would be beaten on the back of his hands again and again for such an old man, he cheered up, regardless of how many words he could know, and devoted himself to imitation. Unfortunately, he did not write words until dark when he went back. It can only be barely recognized as words.

But the days are long, and you can’t reach a thousand miles without taking a single step. It’s just a day, and it’s impossible to really learn it. Xiao Yun naturally thought of this, pulled the rice paper, and didn’t comment on how he practiced, just let him Just continue to imitate tomorrow.

Song Qishu heaved a sigh of relief for not being criticized, he was obviously of the same age, but for some reason he was always a little afraid of this heir, probably because of the fear of the power class...

"Then you rest early, I'm going back." He put away his things and was about to leave. The black stone he had just used for grinding accidentally fell off the table. Inadvertently caught a glimpse of the sharp edges of various weapons glowing in the dark.

"What?" The other party looked over with worried eyes.

"No, it's nothing... just a little tired, I'll take my leave first." He left there as if fleeing, recalling the dim eyes that Xiao Yun had seen just now, Song Qishu hugged his shoulders and shuddered.

That study room is more like a prison than a study room. It is heavily staffed and dangerous. Maybe someone will rush out to stab him or the prince at any time, but it is more obvious that Xiao Yun, as the prince, knows the truth. And why would you allow this to happen, unless...

Fearing that his brain would get bigger and bigger, he didn't dare to continue thinking about it, so he ran home in a panic. When he got home, he saw old man Li processing bones, "Bones? What's so good about bones?"

Old man Li rolled his eyes, "Isn't the bone marrow in the bone delicious enough? It's much more delicious than a lump of meat."

Now it was Song Qishu's turn to be stunned, "Bone marrow? What bone marrow? Isn't the tube bone just a piece of bone?"

Old man Li said in a trembling voice: "You, you don't even eat bone marrow?"

At this time, the tube bone is being re-cooked with radish, and the strong fragrance comes out.

After Song Qishu drank the soup, he filled the rice and squatted in front of the shiny pot of braised pork.

Old man Li took the bamboo tube he bought today and poured water, shared a glass for him, then took the lead in toasting, cleared his throat, and said, "Although our relationship is complicated now, you and I are both teachers and friends. If you treat us well, we will treat him twice as well, and if you treat us badly, we will repay you twice, so you don’t have to worry too much, in a word, follow me and have meat to eat!”

Song Qishu was also overjoyed, and shouted loudly: "Okay!"

The two looked at each other, smiled and clinked glasses, replaced the wine with water, and drank the "mobilization wine" in one gulp.

After eating, old man Li motioned him to move his chopsticks, and each of them picked up a tempting piece of braised pork and put it in his mouth.

Fat but not greasy, it melts in the mouth, sweet and smooth, just feels like a big explosion in the mouth.

"Old man Li, your skills are really amazing! I really want to sell you for ten years just because of your skills!" Song Qishu opened his mouth in admiration with a happy expression on his face.

The old man Li was amused, and gave him another bone, and said jokingly: "This time, I will let my mouth taste it, after all, I want to instigate it, haha."

Song Qishu took the bone bone awkwardly, sucked it carefully with a blushing face, slowly sucked out the bone marrow, and held it in his mouth with an expression of being struck by lightning.

Old man Li was puzzled, took a bone to suck out the marrow, smacked his lips, and asked suspiciously, "Isn't it delicious?"

Two lines of clear tears fell from the corners of Song Qishu's eyes. He sniffed, and when the bone marrow in his mouth slipped into his stomach, he looked at old man Li with emotion, and almost jumped on him.

"My wife is delicious! I have never eaten such delicious food! Cheap master! From now on, this life is yours!"

After eating and drinking, old man Li talked about his behavior when he just came back, "Well, did you see a ghost in the daytime or was chased by a ghost? You ran so flustered and flustered. It's not good for young people to be so impetuous."

He rolled his eyes, picked up the teapot on the table and poured himself a glass of water, gurgling a cup of herbal tea, he felt much less afraid, and he also had the courage to ask his master for cheap.

"Tell me honestly, why did you ask me to send poison to Shizi? What are you planning? Let me know if you die!" At the end of the talk, he even began to gnash his teeth.

After gnawing on the steamed buns, he patted the crumbs on his hands, and old man Li replied nonchalantly, "Can someone teach you how to read and write for free? Then I can't even match my son's handwriting. You can be content."

"His handwriting... No, why did you teach me how to read and write?" Song Qishu stared at him with wide eyes. Logically speaking, he was the only one who entered the mansion. Old man Li had never been there, and it was impossible for him to see it with his own eyes. Shizi promised to teach him the scene, so how did he know.

"I also know that there will be a death calamity for that son in the near future." The words were not surprising, and old man Li threw out explosive remarks again to change the subject, and his little apprentice was stunned by what he said.

Song Qishu chose to refuse to believe, "The prince has so many bodyguards, how can there be death if he doesn't leave the gate of the mansion."

"When misfortune comes, blessings lean on it, and blessings come when misfortune suffocates him. His calamity is his calamity, no matter where he is, where he is, or what position he is in."

Old man Li thought that what he said was a bit complicated, so he simplified it for him, "That is to say, it's all fate, who can escape fate, I can't, you can't, he can't, it's just a cycle of cause and effect."

If it was another person here, he would have already believed in his nagging, but Song Qishu was already familiar with his pretentious behavior, pretending he hadn't heard of it, and secretly continued to analyze the powerful relationship.

"Okay, don't tell me, right? If you don't tell me, I will find out sooner or later."

Instead of being angry, Old Man Li patted him on the shoulder to signal him to calm down, "Boy, take it easy, what can you do if you know? Why don't you listen to your master and me and learn the craft from me, don't talk to other people?" People are involved in any world, this is the right way."

"..." How admirable is the feudal superstitious spirit of Amway all the time.

Since he couldn't get the truth out of old man Li's mouth, he could only wait and see what happened, proudly throwing the stone that had been shaped during the day to old man Li.

"Well, you said it was difficult, but I still learned it, and that's all." Xiao Yun's credit was all thrown into the blue sky.