Bound Shark Wife

Sharkman's delicate and smooth face had two faint suspicious blushes, he licked his lips repeatedly, and looked nervously at Pu Yuan.

How can I not be nervous?

A hundred years ago, Xiaoxie would never have imagined that he, who doesn't like reading and just sleeps in while writing, would become a loose and dishonest "teacher", let alone teach casually out of soft-heartedness, half a year later. There will be more than ten "students" studying hard.

After Xiaoyu told Pu Yuan about her thoughts, she felt a little regretful.

Is he sloppy?

In the blink of an eye, Xiao Shar's head went from hot to depressed, and he even retreated.

"Shark, shark, just say it casually."

Pu Yuan held both of his wrists and brought Shark in front of him.

"Why can't I open a book school? I'm very happy that Xiaoya has this kind of heart."

"But I won't hand it over..."

The mermaid, who was used to being unrestrained and lazy in the past, has now become helpless and flustered, and his appearance is very cute, which is very painful.

Pu Yuan held Shark in his arms with one hand, and touched his red ears.

"Xiaoyu has taught well in the past six months. Everyone likes you and trusts you. Only then will more people be willing to listen to your teaching."

Shame's vacillating gaze retracted from the jumping flames under the lampshade, and Kua who was hugged so close by Pu Yuan made the shameless Shame instantly shy.

"Really?"

Shark raised the corners of her lips and smiled crookedly: "Is Shark really that good?"

Pu Yuan's deep black eyes lightly suppressed a smile, and he couldn't help kissing his lips until his soft, flower-like lips were moistened with blood, and then he whispered: "Xiao Shar is fine."

"Hey~~" There was a tune in Xiaosha's throat, pretending to sigh and be humble.

If the shark's tail is visible at this moment, it's afraid that it can't hide its joy and sway.

Shark is the best at concealing his thoughts, and Pu Yuan can only hold him tightly in his arms when he hides and reveals his small appearance.

The establishment of the Shushu was thus finalized.

Pu Yuan took Xiao Jiao to the village chief to explain his intentions. The goatee that the village chief had kept for many years was blowing wildly.

"Xiao Langjun really wants to build a book school?!"

The village head opened his eyes wide and looked at Xiaosha up and down, with an expression of excitement and disbelief.

The village chief said tremblingly: "The money for building a school is something ordinary people can't earn in half their lifetime..."

Although the village head knows that the two Langjun's family may not be short of money, it can be seen from the houses they built that are different from those of the villagers.

Most of the villagers in the village live in houses, and if they have yards, they are relatively small.The attics of Da Langjun and Xiao Langjun are several stories high, and the several connected courtyards are the largest in the village.In the first two years, it was relatively normal, but in recent years it has grown bigger and bigger.

A few days ago Mr. Da Lang also invited several villagers who are proficient in hydraulic construction to lay the foundation of the pool in the yard, saying that he would build a pool for Mr. Xiao Lang to play in the water.

The story spread all over the country, and the women and children screamed after hearing it.

Whose lord used the whole yard to build a big pond to play with water? !

In short, Mr. Da Lang's family is not short of money, and now Mr. Mr. Xiao is out of kindness and wants to build a school, the eyes of the village chief are almost tearful.

In the past, the villagers did not pay much attention to whether their children went to school or not. When they were young, children from poor families planted seedlings and farmed the fields to be a little cowherd. The village guards their own fields, cattle and sheep for a lifetime, so what if they are illiterate, no one complains, and they accept their fate after birth.

But ever since Mr. and Mrs. Xiao came to Yuncun Village, life has become different.

The villagers found it good to be able to read and write. Mr. Dalang is the person who knows the most words in the village, and he can also prescribe medicines for people. The prescriptions are cheap and practical, and they are tens of millions of times better than some unscrupulous medical clinics in the town.

The villagers' admiration and admiration for Mr. Da Lang arose spontaneously, and the stubborn feudal concepts were gradually shaken.

Later, Mr. Xiao Lang taught the boy from the Xu family to read and write again, and the boy from the Xu family also worked hard and studied hard. Now when he goes to the town, he can take on some letter writing jobs with the writer, and write a letter for a penny, regardless of his age. Big, but it can add a little bit to the family.

Reading and literacy is so important that the villagers simply let their radish heads, who are no taller than their thighs, learn to read with Xiao Langjun.

There is a Shushu in the town, but the money spent to go to the Shushu is not cheap, and it takes two months of food money for ordinary people to study for a year.

Moreover, the distance is far, and it takes two hours to go back and forth, and it will be completely exhausting to return to Yuncun Village.

But now Mr. Xiao Lang actually wants to build a school for the village, and a place that can be passed down for decades or even a hundred years is worthy of re-creation for the entire Yuncun Village and the carrot heads.

The village chief, who kept stroking his goat's beard, made a gesture to bow to Xiao Shar, who hid behind Pu Yuan, showing a smiling face.

"Village chief, don't beg me."

The establishment of the Shushu was decided in this way, and the village head called the adults of every household on the same day to inform them of the matter in the village temple.

After hearing this, the villagers quickly expressed their willingness to participate in the construction work.

More than one more person contributes more. More than forty villagers volunteered to sign up. Almost every family has produced laborers. It is not good for everyone to pass on their favors for the benefit of future generations.

The Shushu was completed a month later. Xiaoyu and Pu Yuan drove the carriage to the town to buy a lot of books, pens and ink, and put them in the carriage to transport them back to the Shushu.

It was a bright day with a clear sky.Xiaoyu woke up very early, and after washing, he took a small stool and sat by the mouth of the well, staring at the water in front of him in a trance.

He is wearing plain and elegant clothes today. In the past, when he was running, he combed his frizzy and curled hair, and even erected a neat hair crown. He groomed himself in a refined and elegant manner, and he looked a bit like a Confucian teacher.

Xiaoying thought about going to the school to teach after breakfast, and felt a little anxious.

When Pu Yuan came out to lead the shark into the house for dinner, Xiao Jiao scratched at his fingernails, his blue eyes looked here and there, but he didn't look at the man in front of him.

Pu Yuan looked amused.

"Xiaosha retreated and got scared?"

Shake faltered: "Why, A Yuan, you are slandering Shake..."

After finishing the sentence, Xiaoxie hurriedly buried his head and gulped down the contents of the bowl, his thin red ears betrayed his nervousness.

Xiaoying thinks she is very good at it, so she does not need Pu Yuan to send her to the school with a straight face.

He said that he was hundreds of years old and grew up so big.

He also said that it was not because of nervousness or fear at all.

Shark walked out the door, his pace getting slower and slower, he stood there frowning, kicking the innocent pebbles under his feet.

The stone that flew backward with one foot landed next to the visitor's leg.

A warm and dry palm wrapped Shark's hand.

Xiaosha raised her eyes and slowly opened them wide.

"Hey?!"

He looked around, no one was around, raised his face, his mouth was almost close to Pu Yuan's ear.

"Ah Yuan, why are you here?"

He said again: "Is it too worrying... wanting sharks?"

A moment ago, the listless eyebrows turned up and down, and the little shark rubbed against Pu Yuan's neck, "You know, since Ah Yuan really wants to be a shark, then let's go with the shark first, and you can lead the shark to think about it during this journey." , I have to calm down temporarily when I wait for the school."

Pu Yuan lowered the arc of his eyebrows.

"Little Master taught that."

The class has not been attended yet, and the reasoning I made up already sounds like that.

Shark hummed a few times with a muffled voice, turned around and took the lead in pulling Pu Yuan to the direction of the Shushu.

The two stopped outside the Shushu gate, and when they looked up, they could clearly see the ebony plaque above their heads.

Quanxian Shushu.

The spring is the shark, and now the sharks are not like a hundred years ago, and the dynasties have changed. Most people only regard the sharks as characters in ancient myths.

The words on the plaque of the Shushu were written by Xiaomao himself after a few days of practice. These are probably the most serious and neat words he has written since his life.

Shark let go of the sweaty palms he held with Pu Yuan, he let out a breath, and said, "The shark has gone in."

After taking two steps and turning back, Baba stared into Pu Yuan's eyes.

The man's dark and firm eyes conveyed the strength to stabilize Shark's heart. Xiaosha raised the corners of his mouth and said in a clear voice, "Ah Yuan, don't miss Shark too much. If, if you really want to, you can actually wait in the school." wait……"

The delicate and fair-faced Shame blushed first after he finished speaking, he had fabricated enough lies today, and wanted A Yuan to accompany him to encourage himself, so he slapped him again when he came to the door.

Xiaoxie simply tugged on Pu Yuan's wrist: "Ah Yuan, you just wait for Shame in the yard, thinking about it while waiting, okay?"

Pu Yuan softened his heart, and said with a smile: "I am very happy."

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Typo to be fixed, thanks everyone.