Reborn as an educated youth, my love brain awakens

Next time I go to the county town, I will buy two more.

515: A country bumpkin.

He doesn't even recognize the wood of Huanghuali and mistakes pearls for carrots.

Before 515 could finish her complaints, she saw Ji Qinglan flipping through the calligraphy book and started screaming crazily.

"Don't touch it, don't rummage around, just listen to me, put your hands up and let it go."

Ji Qinglan was startled by the sudden shout and the book in his hand almost fell to the ground. Amid 515's anxious shouts, he obediently put the torn book on the table.

Listen to people's advice and eat your fill.

"515 What's wrong with you? You're so excited."

"Hmph! If I don't hurry up, this unique copy will be ruined by you." 515 said with a pout.

Ji Qinglan realized that she had found a treasure.

"what is this?"

"Have you heard of Yan Zhenqing? This is his handwritten letter of appointment. There is only one such copy in the world."

"Oh!" Ji Qinglan reacted, no wonder the words on it were so beautiful, it turned out to be an authentic work by a famous calligrapher, the only copy in the world.

Oh my! Damn my vision! I really need to practice learning this character.

Ji Qinglan carefully put the book into her space backpack and kept it away. She was worried about leaving it anywhere at home.

515 also sighed: "I didn't expect you to be so lucky. Not only did you find two Huanghuali official hat chairs, but you also found a unique copy. Your luck is incredible."

"Hehe!" Ji Qinglan raised his head high with a proud look on his face.

Ever since she was reborn, her luck has been incredible.

You can find a treasure cave wherever you go on the mountain.

515 snorted coldly and decided to find some books on the subject for her to read, otherwise she wouldn’t know when she would meet a treasure in the future.

Do what you say, Mercury is retrograde on 515.

Before Ji Qinglan saw the sun set, five fresh and colorful books on treasure appraisal and cultural relics, with attached tutorials, appeared in front of Ji Qinglan.

Ji Qinglan was completely stunned.

515, you are quite considerate.

515: No thanks, no thanks!

Knowing that the two chairs were also treasures, Ji Qinglan still placed them in the main room and took out the books on treasure appraisal to look through them.

Every time he traded with Brother Shan, he would ask 515 for help. 515 was efficient and quick. She could tell whether something was real or fake just by touching it. This fooled Brother Shan and he always thought she was a master. Little did he know that she was just a figurehead.

A blacksmith must be strong himself, so start learning.

In the blink of an eye, it was October, the autumn wind was getting stronger, and the leaves were falling. These days, Li Changlin arranged for people to harvest the crops and vegetables in the fields to store food for the pig farm for the winter.

Ji Qinglan moved a chair to the yard, where she basked in the sun while knitting a sweater, even leisurely; on another chair was a fat, black ball.

It was Xiao Hei, who was squinting his eyes and basking in the sun lazily.

Ji Xincheng was sitting on the doorstep, playing by himself.

What to play? Play in the mud.

It’s like the law of playing in the mud that every child cannot escape.

Ji Xincheng also could not escape this curse.

However, unlike other kids who only knew how to play with mud, his way of playing was different. He had built a mud castle half a person's height in front of him, with windows, doors, a round golden roof, and high walls with edges and corners.

Ji Qinglan glanced at him from time to time while knitting a sweater.

It's not normal for this child to even play in the mud.

"Xiao Hei, your home is next door. I'll make a bed for you." Ji Xincheng said as he rubbed and kneaded his chubby hands. Suddenly, a shadow covered his body. He looked up cutely and couldn't help but scream.

"Uncle Xiao."

He threw the mud in his hand and flew over.

When Ji Qinglan heard the sound and went to see, Ji Xincheng had already climbed on Xiao Yi like an octopus, and his muddy hands left conspicuous slap marks on Xiao Yi's snow-white shirt.

Ji Qinglan...

Hehehe~, Xiao Yi won’t ask her to pay for the clothes, right?

"Comrade Xiao, long time no see. Why are you here?" Ji Qinglan stood up and went out to greet him.

"I'm back from a mission and came to see you guys." Xiao Yi hugged Ji Xincheng and let his muddy hands grab his clothes.

Xiao Yi felt awkward for a moment when facing her gaze, and he didn't know what was wrong with him. When he was outside, the figures of Ji Qinglan and her son would appear in his mind from time to time, but when he actually saw them, he didn't know what to say.

Ji Qinglan of course knew that Xiao Yi was on a mission to hunt down Xiang Guo.

But it’s not on the way to the Honghe Brigade!

"Thank you for your concern. We are fine. Come in and have a cup of tea." Ji Qinglan greeted.

Xiao Heiwei got up lazily, shook his black fur, and jumped off the chair gracefully.

Xiao Yi put Ji Xincheng down and sat down, watching her busying around pouring tea and snacks for him. Ji Xincheng surrounded him again and introduced his mud castle to him.

The child's voice lingered in his ears. Xiao Yi listened quietly, with a smile on the corner of his lips. He was not impatient, nor was he angry because his clothes were soiled.

By the time Ji Qinglan brought out the snacks, the adult and the child were already sitting on the three stone steps at the gate, rubbing the mud seriously. Ji Xincheng was still instructing Xiao Yi in a serious manner.

Ji Qinglan looked at the osmanthus cake on the plate. She felt so lonely.

Ji Xincheng carefully placed the round mud ball on the top of the castle, and the majestic and majestic European-style castle was completed. Unexpectedly, a round black shadow fell from the beam and happened to fall on the castle.

The castle turned into a puddle of mud.

"Xiao Hei~" Ji Xincheng screamed, rushed over, and chased the culprit in a rage.

Xiao Yi smiled and stood up. Ji Qinglan had already filled a basin with water and placed it on the steps. He said to her, "Go wash up! Xin Cheng got your clothes dirty while playing around."

"It doesn't matter." Xiao Yi shook his head and washed it briefly. The conspicuous handprint of Qinghe on the white clothes was definitely indelible.

It was extremely eye-catching; Ji Qinglan turned his eyes away awkwardly, unable to bear to look at it.

Xiao Yi sat down as usual, drinking the warm tea and letting the taste of chrysanthemums fill his mouth.

The small yard was tidied up by Ji Qinglan. In the corner, a bunch of chrysanthemums and dahlias were in full bloom, with petals layered on top of each other in a riot of colour. There was also a two-meter-tall osmanthus tree that Ji Qinglan dug back from the mountains. The golden osmanthus was fragrant, and the golden flowers covered the entire yard.

The wisteria bushes, also dug from the mountain, covered the entire wall, with flowers blooming sporadically in late autumn. A grape rack was built on the other side, waiting for the flowers to bloom in the spring of next year.

On the wall next to it, there are several light yellow flowers on the winter melon vines climbing up, and three or two green-skinned winter melons are hanging under the leaves.

In the farmyard, everything looks so comfortable and peaceful.

Unconsciously, Ji Qinglan has turned his life into poetry.

Xiao Yi looked at it, and felt an inexplicable peace in his heart, and all the fatigue from the journey was swept away.

Maybe, this is what home feels like.

Fallen leaves drift, but they will eventually return to their home place.

He himself didn't know why he came here. This was the first place he thought of when he came back.

"Comrade Xiao, are you taking a day off today?" Ji Qinglan asked suddenly, feeling very strange about Xiao Yi's uninvited visit today.

Then she heard the answer.

"Rest today."