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The two maids came up to clean up the teacups. Aunt Ji's expression was complicated and unpredictable for a while, but Ji Mo didn't notice. He was immersed in the joy of gaining professional knowledge points, and it was also great to be able to accumulate professional knowledge before formally apprenticeship. Very good!

In this way, apprenticeship later will at least save the time to learn these basics. It’s like previewing the homework in advance, and then when the teacher lectures, it’s always familiar “I know” and he raises his hand to speak positively. Brush impression points so that the teacher will not keep a hand.

Ji Mo suspected very much that Uncle Li in the previous world was actually keeping his first hand, but he didn't estimate the time of this "first hand", so he didn't pass down the method of painting eyes in the end.

He also knows that it is the unspoken rule of craftsmen, teaching apprentices to starve their master to death, just like old people must leave pension money in their hands, understanding is understanding, but because of this understanding, it almost makes him unable to complete the accumulation of professional knowledge , it will be fatal.

Hope this doesn't happen in this world.

Alas, it can only be hope. In ancient times, it was not so open.

After the two maids packed up the overturned teacup and left, Ji Mo had perfectly missed the change in Aunt Ji's expression. He raised his head and smiled, innocently expressing that he didn't mean it just now.

"It's okay."

Aunt Ji didn't say much about this, Ji Mo's clothes, ashamed to say, she didn't add a single stitch, they were all made outside and sent in, so he just did as he wanted.

"Master Kong?"

Thinking about it for a while, she seemed to think of something. Facing Ji Mo, Aunt Ji's words became a plain sentence: "Are you hungry? Let's eat earlier."

Following her words, a servant girl went outside to fetch food from the large kitchen. The room behind the Buddhist hall was their living room, and their meals were also at the back.There are several layers of lunch boxes, and the bottom is probably grilled by charcoal fire, and the meals are still hot when they are served.

After eating the hot food, I feel a little better, probably because what Ji Mo wants to learn is sword-making, not civil servant knowledge. Mr. Zhao's requirements for him are much simpler. He knows how to write and answer sentences. Just do the job, there is no need to memorize it by rote, and there is no need to repeatedly interpret the meaning of the sentence, the homework is much easier, just write a few big characters, and if necessary, you can still meet people with one stroke of the word.

Because Ji Mo is quite smart in learning characters, Mr. Zhao also thought about letting him study Chinese literature, saying that it is better to study hard than to forge swords, but Ji Mo refused. He did not tell Aunt Ji about this matter. explain.

After finishing his homework after dinner, Ji Mo was taken by the maid to wash and rest. He had a room since he was a child, and it was still some distance from Aunt Ji's room.

In the evening, another visitor came to the Buddhist hall.

Aunt Ji waited tacitly, and sat in her place during the day, watching the man come with the fragrance of moonlight and flowers, and the peonies in the courtyard were alluring in the night.

"Mo'er has ambitions, and would like to be the sword of the emperor. If the Ji family was like this back then—"

The man seemed to want to feel sorry for this, and tried to persuade him, but was interrupted by Aunt Ji: "Don't mention the Ji family, back then, your Hezhou Liu family was just a Hezhou willow, and it didn't deserve the word 'Tianzi'."

Willows in Hezhou and willows in Hezhou, sway with the wind and let them climb and fold. The wind has no bones, and the willows have no bones. They are soft with the clouds and water.

Hezhou willows, willows without bones, back then, this was the Liu family of Hezhou, like grass on the wall, who would have become the emperor of Mingtang after a few years, living high in the Mingtang, stealing the throne and punishing him.

In a word, it seems that eighteen generations of ancestors have been scolded.

Slightly regretting the words, Aunt Ji started to spin the rosary again, at a slightly faster pace. It had been many years, and she still seemed unable to recover from this incident.

"Shen Yi, you are a good daughter of the Ji family. You would rather throw yourself into the fire than live in the world..."

The man said such a sentence in a deep voice, how many years of old things were brought up again, how many times he had said repeatedly seemed to be still in his ears, before he finished a sentence, he saw the woman sitting sideways in front of the hall, half of her face that was not seriously burned was facing her. Looking at this side, the lowered eyelids are not covered by eyelashes, and instead of seeing the graceful fan shape, it seems to see vicious ink from the narrow and long gap.

A husband and wife is not worth one surnamed Ji and one surnamed Liu.

"Back then, each was their own master. Needless to say about the past, you and I have our own opinions. Today's matter, I just want to tell you that there is only Mo'er in the Ji family now. After a hundred years, if there is no inheritance, I don't know. How do you go to see the ancestors of the Ji family in the ground, the world has changed, the anger of the moment lasts so long, and who is being dragged down, you should understand."

The man's words made it clear that today's son is already surnamed Liu. This is an irreversible fact. The Ji family has always been loyal to the emperor.

The Liu Wugu back then is now the lord of this family and country, who is so hard-pressed, who can't get well?

If he guards himself in the Buddhist hall, can he really ignore that all the Wenxiu in Gaoliang are from the Liu family?

How long will it last to pretend to be deaf and dumb?

"Ji Chenyi, whether or not the Ji family should be established is up to you."

This sentence became more and more serious.

After the Buddhist hall, Ji Mo who woke up in the middle of the night heard the word "Ji Chenyi", and didn't even have time to wonder why there was a male voice in the Buddhist hall, so he asked directly, "Who is Ji Chenyi?"

This word has really troubled him for a long time. According to the law of system deployment he thought, it should be near the master. How could he have thought that for more than five years, he had never met a person surnamed Ji. He thought about it day and night. It's going to be a curse.

In the middle of the night, when the mind is sleepy, this word is like thunder, which directly wakes people up.

Rubbing his eyes, he ran to the light, stepped into the Buddhist hall, and saw two people under a candle, one sitting and the other standing, separated by the table in front of the Buddha, each on the two sides of the shadow, and the one sitting was him. Aunt Ji, the one standing there is a man, dressed in fine clothes, with a face that looks neither young nor old, about 30 years old, neither bald nor belly, quite upright, his face A little beard, soft and stylish, more elegant.

"You, you are..."

Ji Mo looked at the man, his eyes lit up, the word "Ji Chenyi" was on the edge of his mouth, he almost bit his tongue, but he heard the man say, "I am your uncle Liu Zhongjun."

Woke up again by this "uncle", Ji Mo glanced at his uncle Liu Zhongjun, then at Aunt Ji, seeing her nodding slightly, he turned around and called out, "Uncle!" with a crisp voice.

Liu Zhongjun nodded slightly, looked at Aunt Ji, Aunt Ji also raised her eyes at this moment, and said, "It's getting late, you go back."

She was talking to Liu Zhongjun, Liu Zhongjun was about to be kicked out, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and said: "It's late at night and the dew is heavy, you should go to bed earlier, if you have anything to say, you can talk about it tomorrow."

Aunt Ji nodded and said nothing, Liu Zhongjun didn't say any more, and left directly, his long robe with wide sleeves, striding out and bulging in the wind, had an air of elegance.

Ji Mo looked at his back, a little curious, it was the first time he saw this uncle in more than five years, so many problems in his mind, when he turned his head to look at Aunt Ji, it turned into thinking about "Ji Chenyi", Thinking back to the first time I heard it, it was clearly a male voice, so, is Aunt Ji Ji Chenyi?

I looked for him thousands of times in the crowd, and suddenly I looked back, that person was actually my aunt!

"Auntie, Auntie, your name was originally 'Shen Yi', it sounds so nice!"

Wearing thousands of clothes, not wearing horses, Ji Mo picked up his old skills again, hoping to hear more things from Aunt Ji, such as that Uncle Liu just now, why had he never heard of it.

"Sinking water burns flames, and mind is sharp and vigorous. If you want to learn how to forge swords, you should know that 'sinking' and 'meaning' come first. When I was young, my father told me that, a name is like casting a sword, and a person is like a sword. .”

Aunt Ji stood up, took Ji Mo's hand, and walked back. The cigarettes in front of the Buddha had been blown away by the wind, the coldness penetrated through her clothes, and her fingers were cold, but there seemed to be a fire in her heart, which was still burning brightly. never went out.

Walking back step by step, crossing the threshold, sending Ji Mo back to his room, seeing him lying on the bed, Aunt Ji's hoarse voice was not pleasant to hear, and it sounded a bit more like a dirge in the middle of the night , but it also has the meaning of being unyielding, condensing a piece of bone, and taking away all evil thoughts.

"It's already very late today, go to bed early, if you want to know something, Auntie will tell you tomorrow, you will always know what you need to know."

"……it is good."

Feeling Aunt Ji's hand touching the top of his head, Ji Mo obediently closed his eyes. Now that he has found someone, he is not afraid of him running away.

Seeing him being quiet for a while, Aunt Ji got up and left. After she left for a while, Ji Mo quietly opened one eye. The purpose of waking up at night has not been fulfilled yet. Alas, I will not drink so much water before going to bed in the future. up.

No, this time it can be regarded as a wrong attack, otherwise, how long will it take to find Ji Chenyi!

After thinking about it again and again, it was another lesson. He always thought that this name belonged to men, and he didn't see the slightest softness of women, but it was a woman's name, and women's names, ancient women's names, were hardly called. Chance.

Take Aunt Ji as an example, normally the maids don't call her by her name, and there are no other people... and there is no difference between calling someone by their first name and last name in ancient times, and pointing their noses at them—

Wait, curse!

Were Uncle Liu and Aunt Ji arguing just now?

This is really... what are they arguing about?At that time, all Ji Mo's thoughts were on the name "Ji Chenyi", but he didn't pay attention to the sentence that followed the name. Now that he thought about it repeatedly, he didn't remember it, and fell asleep again in a daze.

When I got up early for breakfast, because Ji Mo got up late and didn't have time to ask Aunt Ji about these things, I hurriedly took my books and homework and went to Mr. Zhao's, and then went to Master Kong's. Lunch was outside For food, when I returned to the Buddhist hall after class in the afternoon, Aunt Ji was reciting the Buddha's name, so I had to wait again.

I have been waiting for a whole day, and within this hour and a half, Ji Mo walked around in front of the Buddhist hall, and the Buddhist scriptures next to the small altar table were repeatedly opened and refolded. Asked, but was stopped by Aunt Ji again: "Eat first, if you have anything to say, let's talk after eating."

"..." Ji Mo nodded with the words on his lips, and said after eating!Be sure to make it clear!