Fast travel counterattack: black-bellied boss, please guide

Chapter 164 You Carry Water to Water Your Garden (28)

Yinzhengdao spread the cut rice paper on the table, and together with Yexi, they transcribed some simple and easy-to-write characters and made it into a textbook.

The fonts of both of them are neat and tidy, Yinzhengdao's font is vigorous and majestic, and Yexi's font is graceful and slender.

On the whole, the quality of the textbooks transcribed by Mr. Xiushui Town Private School is much higher.

What's more, there is another layer of relationship here.

One day, if these children know who their former husband is, they will probably be surprised from ear to ear.

Thinking of this, Yexi was a little envious. She also wanted to become a child, and she also wanted Yinzhengdao to teach her how to write.

It's a pity that not only can she not become a child, but she also has to take care of the family's two children, one big and one small.

……

Midday on the moon.

Yexi took a stroll around the space as usual, picked the ripe fruits and flowers in the nursery for storage, and then went to the refining building to find a shortcut.

But she will not stay for a long time. Not only does she need to recharge her energy, she also needs to use the sun during the day, because the sun in the space will go down at night on the third day.

The fairy grasses other than Dubuchun will rot one by one, and Dubuchun will use her energy to grow wantonly.

The growth failed last time due to not getting enough sun, so she is going to try again.

……

The next day.

Yexi opened all the doors and windows of the west main room to let it be as ventilated as possible, then took out the bedding from the bedside table in the main room, took off the inside and outside and washed it.

Then, she started to deal with those pigs into the water.

It wasn't too hot in March, at least she hadn't taken off her cotton-padded clothes and trousers, so she wasn't afraid of rotting. When she took it out of the oil cloth, the blood stains on the pig's gutter were still fresh.

She fetched a basin of water, carried the pig into the water and plunged into the backyard.

Just as she was handling the pigs into the water, Song Jiangming came.

Yinzhengdao was seriously copying the textbook, and when he saw Song Jiangming entering the door, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The tip of the brush was stained with ink, and continued to write, "Brother Song, have you figured it out?"

Song Jiangming stood beside the stone table with his arms hanging down, not saying a word, just staring at the rice paper full of words, his eyes seemed to be shining.

It feels like the literati have seen strange books and paintings, and the warriors have obtained the sword and sword.

Song Jiangming prides himself on his beautiful calligraphy. Now when he sees Yin Zhengdao's calligraphy, he realizes what it means to have a sky beyond the sky.

Yin Zhengdao calmly finished writing the last stroke, put down the brush, raised his head, and looked at him with deep eyes, "Sit down, write two words and I will take a look."

Song Jiangming sat down opposite Yin Zhengdao, brought rice paper and a brush, and wrote a few words on it.

Report your favor on the golden platform, and bring Yulong to die for the king.

Regardless of whether it is beautiful or not, Yinzhengdao can see the meaning of being loyal to the country from these few words.

He nodded with a smile, and said, "The ambition is magnificent, but it's a pity that you will never achieve anything."

"Forever?" Song Jiangming frowned when he heard that, "I was born in the mountains, and my parents warned that children in the mountains would never walk out of the mountain gate. I don't believe it. I didn't understand what my parents meant until I grew up. .”

He clenched his fists angrily, "It's not the steep mountain gate that's blocking the road!"

Yinzhengdao heard the words and said calmly: "Since you know a lot, why can't you even pass this hurdle?"

Song Jiangming was suddenly discouraged, "I...have no ambitions. I have studied for many years, but I am a scholar. I haven't read my own books well, so don't mention teaching others."

(End of this chapter)