Farming and reading lady

Gu Lieqi understood after a moment of pause. Gu Xixian was very pleased and said that his father was also a smart man.

After returning home, Gu Lieqi took his little daughter in his arms and let her sit on his lap. He rubbed her head lovingly and said, "Xian'er, Dad knows that you are a smart child, even smarter than your brother. If you have any ideas in the future, just tell Dad quietly and let Dad do it, okay?"

"Yes. The old man in the dream told Xian'er. Let Xian'er hide, so that Xian'er can be smarter." Gu Xixian decided to use the conventional routine of time travel. Anyway, she didn't have an omnipotent space, nor did she have a golden finger that could point out the country. All she had were a few books she had read over the years in her mind, so it was more appropriate to let the old man in the dream relay it.

"The old man in the dream? Is that what it looks like?" Gu Lieqi seemed to be thinking about something. As for what he had imagined, Gu Xixian said he had no objection at all.

"Dad, the grandfather in the dream is better than the teacher. He teaches Xian'er a lot of things every day. Xian'er doesn't even know the meaning of some of the things, but the grandfather told Xian'er to remember them first, and then she will understand them slowly. Dad, Xian'er will teach you what she learned from the grandfather every day in the future. Can Dad help Xian'er remember them? This way, Xian'er can learn more knowledge." The ignorant little girl's performance was perfect, because her father only nodded vigorously, without a trace of doubt on his face.

"Xian'er will first ask grandfather if dad can help him remember it. If yes, then dad will help Xian'er remember it." Gu Liqi not only did not doubt it, but believed it firmly. Even though he was a scholar, he could not avoid the immortal theories of this era.

This father is quite sensible, so she doesn't need to think of any other excuses. Gu Xixian thought to herself: Why do you need to ask this? She is the immortal grandfather himself. But she still had to pretend, nodding like a chicken pecking at rice and saying: "Well, Xian'er will ask tonight. Grandpa is very good to Xian'er, he will definitely agree."

Du Xianniang and Gu Xihao were stunned by the conversation between the father and daughter. Gu Xihao asked with a bright look in his eyes, "Sister, what does that old man look like? Is he really better than our teacher?"

"Children speak without restraint. Don't be surprised. Children are ignorant. You must not take it to heart." Although Du Xianniang was also full of curiosity, she was still in awe of the gods. She patted her son and said, "Don't be disrespectful to the gods. If your sister says it's great, then it's great."

"Then sister, you can also ask if you can teach your brother what you have learned. I also want to become more powerful." Gu Xihao held his sister's shoulders in a flattering manner. He was a studious child and could not fall too far behind his sister.

"Okay, grandpa will definitely like my brother too. My brother is so good." Gu Xixian said sweetly. Although this little brother is only four years older than her, he is really good to her. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a crazy sister-doting man.

Gu Xihao laughed so hard because of his sister's praise that he looked so silly that the couple couldn't bear to look at him.

So, from the next day, the whole family fell into a frenzy of learning new knowledge. Gu Xixian made full use of the remaining light of her teacher in her previous life and made Pinyin the primary learning task for her family. In three days, the three of them completely mastered the essence and used it smoothly. Gu Xixian couldn't help but sigh that the wisdom of the ancients was absolutely unquestionable. Of course, all this was done quietly.

The third, fourth and fifth days of the New Year have passed, and tomorrow, the sixth day, is the town market. Near dusk, the old man came to their house with his hands behind his back and took his granddaughter away, saying that if you walk a hundred steps after a meal, you can live to be ninety-nine.

Gu Liqi followed automatically.

Old man: "What are you doing here?"

Gu Liqi: "Didn't you always say that I should keep up with your steps?"

The old man swallowed, glared at him unhappily and stopped talking. Gu Xixian winked at his father, then jumped up and down holding the old man's hand.

"Xian, is it time for our thing?" the old man asked in a low voice.

Gu Xixian counted on his fingers...

"Don't count. It's exactly sixteen days, no more, no less." The old man counts in his mind every day.

"Oh, then we can open it and take a look. If it works, it will be a great opportunity to go to the market." Gu Xixian raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect that the timing was so coincidental. Fortunately, it was not too cold this year, and the insulation measures were well done. Even in the middle of winter, the temperature inside did not drop below ten degrees.

Without the ingredients prepared in the previous life, and having to use local materials, it would probably take longer, but she had an idea of ​​the success rate.

"Dad, it's so cold, what are you doing here?" Gu Lieqi was puzzled. What was this old man and young doing? They went around in such a long circle just to get some cold air at the entrance of the cellar in the backyard of the old house? That's right, this was the backyard of their old house. It was only a dozen meters from the front, but it was several hundred meters away. As for why they dug the cellar outside, weren't they afraid that someone would come and steal things? Don't be silly, their cellar has always had more than one entrance. According to his father, it was inherited from their ancestors and was called the "cunning rabbit has three caves". He guessed it had something to do with their promising ancestor.

The old man glanced at him with a look full of contempt, and then said sternly: "Listen more, watch more, and talk less."

There was a huge difference between the soft voice he used when speaking to his little granddaughter. Gu Liqi sighed inwardly, is this what they call the affection between generations?

"Go, open the cellar entrance." The old man didn't give him time to sigh and gave orders softly.

"Oh." At this moment, as a son, what else can he do except listen to his father? He is also a person who can read the expression of his father. Didn't he see that his father deliberately lowered his voice?

Gu Liqi carefully opened the cellar door, and inside were two big-bellied jars, tied with straw and palm skin, and he didn't know what kind of dry food was inside. Then he was pushed aside by his father, and he saw the old man walked over, carefully opened the mouth of a jar, and took out an...egg? He couldn't help but raise his hand to rub his eyes. He was right, it was an egg that was discolored by mud.

Could there be such bad guys in both jars? There must be hundreds of them? When did his father become so good at wasting money? Should he secretly ask his mother if his father had used up all the fifty taels?

The two grandfathers and grandchildren didn't even bother to pay attention to where he was wandering. The old man handed the clay egg to his granddaughter and said, "Xian, come and take a look. Is this done?"

Gu Xixian took it, tapped it gently in circles on the ground, then pried it open with her two little hands. When the outer shell fell off, the crystal clear green inside was revealed. She held the egg in the palm of her hand and turned it slowly. There were clusters of white patterns on the shelled green egg, the big ones were like frosty pine branches, and the small ones were like grass buds covered with frost, which looked very beautiful.

"Xian, Xian, is it done?" the old man asked in a trembling voice. Sure enough, it was a rare thing just as his little granddaughter said.

"What, what is this?" Gu Liqi was stunned.