The otherworldly family in space

The tiger cub started to learn to read, so Song Ci came to the county to buy stationery for him.

Song Ci will not let the children settle down when they can give them a quality study life.

Adversity produces talents, that is, only a few people. A smooth and tolerant environment is actually easier to cultivate high-quality talents.

When Song Ci came out of the bookstore and came to the street, he saw an acquaintance, so Song Ci stepped forward and said hello, "Hey, Han Tongsheng, didn't you pass the Tongsheng exam? Why are you still showing off?" Spread it."

Han Lixing rolled his eyes, "My temple here is small, what kind of wind brought you, Master Song, here."

"Shibie three days, you should look at him with admiration, Han Tongsheng, you have learned how to behave now."

"Song Ergou, if you have nothing to do, get out of here, and don't hinder me from doing business."

"Tsk tsk, it really is that after rolling around in the market for a long time, I have a lot of vulgarity on my body, and I can't hide it even after being admitted to Tongsheng."

"You..." Han Lixing was so angry that he couldn't speak. He and Song Ergou were really born to be at odds.

At the beginning, he came out to set up a stall because the Tongsheng students who had taken the exam for several years failed to pass the exam. The brothers in the family were dissatisfied with him and were unwilling to support him to continue his studies. Brother and sister-in-law can also finish reading, so they came out to set up a stall to write letters for others, and understood the hard work of brothers supporting their families.Even if he passed the exam later, the relationship between the brothers in the family eased, and he also developed the habit of being self-reliant.

Now he is still doing a job of copying books, copying books for bookstores.

When he came out to set up a stall, he could see more things in the market, and he would continue to write letters to people when Xiu Mu was not home.

"Hey, you only write letters, can you draw?" Song Ci asked.

"Of course." Han Lixing gave him a contemptuous look.

"You are here to open the door for business, you will not stop my business, right?"

"tell me the story."

"It's like this. My son is learning to read. I want to add some fun to him, lest he get tired of learning so early. I would like to ask you to draw a collection of hundreds of flowers, one page for each kind of flower, and then use big characters on it Write the name of the flower. Of course, it would be even better if you can mark the source of the poems you know about those flowers and inscribe them in small letters below. My son is only three years old, and he doesn’t know how to appreciate it. How much time will you waste."

"It's not difficult. You, a little bastard, have turned into a loving father. Discipline your son well, and don't let him become the next you."

"Time is like a pig-killing knife. It is sharpened against us every day. You have changed now, and of course others will change too. The first book is all painted as flowers, and the second book is painted as various animals. Well, except the little tiger is a must, you can draw whatever else you are good at. By the way, can you draw gods and ghosts?"

"Then you might as well buy a copy of "Shan Hai Jing", it won't cost you much money." Han Lixing said.

"I want to buy it, but there is no place to buy it. Let me tell you, our county is still too small. I have visited several bookstores. The books with illustrations in them are all kinds of scripts. What kind of romantic, talented and rich family?" A private meeting under the golden moon, Luopa teased her love, or the down-and-out scholar happened to meet the fox fairy lady, and he did nothing, and lived a good life relying on other people's help, and finally he had no conscience to say that the shemale gave her to her by other means. It’s really shameless to drive them away. Or it’s just that the good and virtuous Shude’s original partner didn’t want to mix with the ghost. I think these stories are nonsense. If I know that I bought these things and go back, I will Mother must not break my leg."

Han Lixing blushed a little when he heard Song's words. The fox fairy seemed to be written when he was upset when he heard that the book could make money. How did Song Ergou know.At the same time, Han Lixing felt very ashamed and annoyed, Song Ergou had been sneering at him just now, so what does he look like now?

"Stop, you haven't talked for hundreds of years, my head hurts from the noise. We have the "Shan Hai Jing" in our academy, and I will copy it for you some other day."

"That's really great, and I won't let you suffer. The price of "Shan Hai Jing" is the same as usual. The pictures you drew for me are all calculated by the number of pages. If you add poems, add ten essays, and if it’s in color, I’ll give you thirty essays. If it’s convenient, I still hope you can paint them all for me in color, my tiger cub will definitely like it.”

"The paint is more expensive, add five coins, and pay a deposit of one tael of silver first." Han Lixing felt that since he met a silly father like Song Ergou, he would not kill him for nothing.

"Okay, you have to make something beautiful for me, when can I get it."

"I'll ask my classmate to draw for you. After half a month, your painting of hundreds of flowers will probably be finished."

"Then I'll come back in half a month."

After Song Ci finished speaking, he took An Feng home in a donkey cart. After witnessing the conversation between Song Ci and Han Tongsheng, An Feng felt that their boss was really a good father.

"Boss, you are really kind to Mr. Tiger Cub."

"My son, Xiaofeng, do you want to study?"

"No, I want to learn martial arts, and I know enough words." For An Feng, it is enough not to be blind.

"Then you should learn from Tian Lin and the others. If your grandfather and you are still willing to stay in the Song family in the future, then you can go and be the tiger cub's guard."

"Okay, boss, I will definitely protect the little tiger cub."

When they got home, An Feng went to set up the donkey cart, and Song Ci went straight home.

Tiger cubs seem to be very interested in learning recently. No one is watching, and they can sit quietly under the pear tree holding a book and reading.

"Tiger cub, how can you be the only one here reading a book, you, Mu."

"Em and Aunt Lu Ya are talking in the room." The tiger cub replied, he just didn't want to play with Aunt Lu Ya, so he wanted to study hard.

"Well, come and see, what daddy bought for you."

Song Cisai gave the tiger cub a small windmill, and laid out the things he bought one by one.

Pen, ink, paper, inkstone, pen holder, pen bed, brush washer, paperweight, and some red copybooks. Every time Song Ci took out something, he had to introduce the name to the tiger cub.

"Daddy, do you need so many things to write?" The tiger cub looked amazed like a bumpkin. The inkstone was carved with patterns, the red wooden pen holder was so beautifully made, and the paperweight looked like a little tiger.

"Yeah, it's very important. Come here, Daddy will teach you how to use them."

For the next morning, Song Ci told the tiger cub a lot about stationery, various famous pens and inkstones, and the tiger cub was aroused and became familiar with these stationery with great interest.

"Zi'er, don't grind too much ink, if you can't use it up, it will be wasted."

"En." The tiger cub obediently put the ink stick aside, Song Ci grabbed his little hand, and taught him to write a herringbone. After the tiger cub finished writing, he looked at Song Ci excitedly.

"Daddy's handwriting can only be seen, not particularly good. The tiger cub will use these traces to practice handwriting in the future. He doesn't need to write too much every day, just write a few. The important thing is to stick to it."

"Then I can't let Eminem see it, otherwise Eminem will definitely let the tiger cub write a lot." The tiger cub said excitedly, it is so happy to have a common little secret with dad.

Song Ci misunderstood, "Where is your mother, let me tell you, you don't have to avoid him, or your mother will be sad. Does the tiger cub not like your mother holding you to learn how to read?"

"No, it's just that if you forget the words learned during the day, Eminem will be very aggressive at night. At other times, Eminem is very good to tiger cubs. Daddy, don't talk about Eminem."

"In this way, it's your mother's fault. How can you be cruel to our tiger cubs? Our tiger cubs have just started learning things at such a young age. It's normal to be slower. I didn't teach Ah Mu because I had too much fun with Brother Anfeng. Forgot all about it, right?"

"Ah, yes." The tiger cub looked elsewhere.

Song Ci laughed, why does his little tiger cub have so many little thoughts.

And Lin Xiaohe, the protagonist they talked about, was gossiping with Lu Ya in the room, and the object of the gossip was the Li family who had been punished by Song Ci.