At this time, Jia Cong was depressed, and fell on the bed weakly, covering his face with a yellow calendar, pouting and blowing, and the pages of the paper rose and fell in the whirring. "Hey, Brother Cong has grown up, and he can read. ”

A strange and exaggerated voice rang out, and from the flamboyant tone it was enough to hear that she was in a very good mood right now.

A fat white woman wearing a red gold bracelet and a pomegranate hairpin on her head walked into the house, rolled up her sleeves, stood in front of the ice basin, and said to Cuixiang while fanning the wind vigorously: "I think Brother Cong is a person who can read, if you tell the old lady, you will definitely like it, and I will reward you." ”

Cuixiang shook her fan and said funny: "Brother, this is playing with the current affairs book, where is he studying? Besides, there is no one who can read and teach outside of us." Sister-in-law Zhao, don't laugh. ”

Sister-in-law Zhao was originally polite, but she smiled: "The current affairs book is also a book, and there are words in it." Brother take a look at it now, and when he goes to school in the future, he won't be unfamiliar. Hey, where did Sister Li go?"

Jia Congfang woke up like a dream, yes, there are words on the yellow calendar, as an online writer and otaku, he has no pressure to read traditional Chinese characters, but it is still quite difficult to write one stroke at a time.

Now that his movement is restricted, he can use this time to practice traditional Chinese, so as not to make jokes in the future.

Be prepared, it's always right, make a plan in your heart, Jia Cong tilted his head, and a dazzling light flashed in his eyes. "Mother Li has something to do, so go home first......"

"Hey, it's really unfortunate, you remember to tell her that I've been here. ”

Sister-in-law Zhao said that she was about to say goodbye. "Sister-in-law, don't sit down much. ”

"No, I'm still on an errand, so I'll take advantage of the time to come over. ”

After a while, Sister-in-law Zhao left, and Cuixiang had the leisure to take care of Jia Cong, put a fan, and said with a smile: "Brother, don't play." ”

Jia Cong hid the book back, straightened up, raised his little face, and said innocently: "Sister Cuixiang, do you have a pen and paper?" I want to learn to read and write, like that...... The old lady will give you and the nurse something to reward you. ”

Cui Xiang couldn't help laughing, wiped the corners of her eyes with her fingers, and said with a smile: "Oh, my brother, you have a heart." It's just that this pen and paper are expensive, so where can I find them? ”

Cuixiang wrenched her fingers as she spoke, and calculated it to Jia Cong: "Brother's monthly money is only two taels, and if you have any snacks you want to eat on weekdays, what you want, what pills you want to prepare, and the fees for rewarding your subordinates, they all have to come from here." And a knife of paper, to say the least, also costs a tael of silver, not like the grasshoppers and bamboo windmills that my brother usually fiddles with, and a few pennies can buy a lot of things...... Brother, when you go to school, you have your own money at public expense, which is used to buy paper and pencils. ”

Jia Cong doesn't want to complain anymore, he has to popularize papermaking by himself first, no, the point shouldn't be, Bai Yu is the Rongguo Mansion of the Tang Jin, claiming to be the family of Hanmo poetry and books, as a result, the children in the family want paper and pencils, is it so difficult?

Alas, Jia Cong sighed silently in his heart, who made him not the protagonist, dressed as an extra, don't think about any treatment.

Compared with an early novel he wrote about refugees crossing the Qing Dynasty, his current situation is much better than that of his protagonist.

He remembered that he had the protagonist identify dozens of common wild vegetables in the book, plus practice more than a dozen simple household alchemy methods, and explore the actual living conditions of the displaced people in the Qing Dynasty.

The reader's message under the text can basically be summarized as water, the great flood, the ocean, Mercury, the water fills the universe, and the author has ignited the fire of the water god.

The minotaur is eye-catching.

Author teaches common sense series?

Poisonous in water, top erysipelas.

Not too much to be unscient.

The protagonists are so miserable, and the supporting roles, Jia Cong remembers that he spent half of his energy for authenticity, and used it to write about the tragic situation of the homeless.

Of course, reality quickly taught him to be a new man, to dominate the crowd, and to kneel in the real end, which is to hit the street and penetrate the center of the earth.

Although there is a painful lesson, this kind of reasonable literary and youthful disease with egg pain is always difficult to cure, and he has to find a lot of reasons for the protagonist to give the protagonist a golden finger, and the result is that the severity of the pounce is different.

Knowing that there was today, he would never have scrupled about any reasonable evidence or realistic logic, and directly let the protagonist hang all the way on the golden elephant legs, push the world flat, and break through the sky, if he writes like this, he will not become a god, and he will not fight to death on the street.

The plantain leaves are as green as wax, and the pomegranate flowers on the side are as bright as fire, and a branch has fallen from the tree next to it, which is full of heavy orange-yellow apricots.

Jia Cong squatted under the banana leaves, holding a branch in his hand, scratching and scratching on the wet soil, and accidentally turned out a crooked earthworm and wriggled forward on the soil.

It seems that the soil in Rongguo Mansion is quite fertile, Jia Cong shifted his position and continued his mission on the dirt.

Suddenly, a small figure rushed over like a gust of wind, tripped by Jia Cong, and fell to the ground with a dog □□, "It hurts, it hurts me." With delicate eyebrows, thin stature, and cowardly eyes, if it weren't for the timely appearance of the memory in Jia Cong's mind, he almost thought that the real Zhengtai in front of him with red lips and white teeth was a cute little Lori who wanted people to invite people to fish for goldfish.

"Brother Jia Huan. Jia Cong screamed tentatively. Jia Huan got up from the ground, rubbed his knees, tears in his eyes, and cried: "You trip me, you bully me, you all bully me and I am not raised by my wife." Woohoo......"

Jia Cong had a headache, obviously Jia Huan bumped into him by himself, why did he bully people?

"Shut up and don't cry. ”

If it works, then the dead house will not be terrified when they hear the name of the bear child.

And Jia Huan is a typical bear child, a bear child who has been certified by the author in the original book, the stubborn Cheng dù can be imagined, hearing Jia Cong's words, instead of closing his voice, he howled even more: "You bully me, you don't scold me, you bully me and I am not raised by my wife......"

Jia Huan fell to the ground, does he have anything to do with Mrs. Wang?

Mrs. Wang's gun is really inexplicable, no wonder Mrs. Wang looks at Aunt Zhao's mother and son unpleasantly, who can feel comfortable.

Jia Cong's ears were about to be deaf, and he, who was already impatient with children, directly threatened and threatened: "You cry, you continue to cry." Cry again, I'll rip your pants!"

Jia Huan was interrupted, but he couldn't cry anymore, sniffled, and turned around: "It's all you who trip me......"

Jia Cong shook the branch on the ground, and glared at Jia Huan majestically, although his face was too cute, Yan Sù was not strong enough: "...... I'm still smoking you? What kind of manly man is crying!"

Jia Huan wiped his nose with his sleeve, sniffled his nose, and replied vaguely: "I am Brother Huan'er, not a man, nor a husband." ”

Jia Cong rolled his eyes, uneducated, it's terrible.

Anyway, Jia Huan didn't cry, the goal had been achieved, and he didn't bother to pay attention to it, so he continued to row on the ground with a branch.

Jia Cong ignored Jia Huan, but Jia Huan got up from the ground by himself, rubbed over, stretched his head, and asked, "What are you paddling?"

Jia Cong didn't raise his eyelids, and spit out two words lightly: "Practice words." Jia Huan smiled: "I haven't taught it like this in school...... This is someone bullying you and don't understand, bluffing you. ”

Jia Cong glanced at Jia Huan, at such a young age, he would write some ten hundred thousand one hundred thousand three four hardware wood, water, fire and earth, it was simply a frog at the bottom of the well, and he could say that what he saw was big. Jia Huan also emphasized beside him: "I didn't lie to you, I have gone to school, and I haven't seen ......"

Jia Cong glanced at Jia Huan suspiciously: "Have you entered school?" ”

Jia Huan's heart was empty, but he lowered his head, twisted his fingers together, and whispered: "They bullied me, and Mr. beat me back...... I'll be back. ”

Jia Cong suddenly understood, yes, school bullying is not uncommon at any time. Jia Cong didn't bother to care who was right and wrong, he looked at Jia Huan and smiled, "You don't even go to study, you know a few words, how do you know that others are fooling me?"

Jia Huan shook his body, looked at the stones on the ground, and said, "I have a third sister, and she told me to read and write well, and after school, I can copy the scriptures for my wife." ”

Jia Cong couldn't help frowning, this ancient person was too precocious, how much older can Tanchun be than Jia Huan, and he knows how to please adults with his actions.

However, in this environment in ancient times, precociousness is not a bad thing, so whatever?

By the way, copying the scriptures? Jia Cong squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "What scriptures did you copy for the second wife?"

The words are so difficult to write, and the third sister also said that she had to copy and recite at the same time, so as to be attentive. Jia Huan replied honestly.

Jia Cong licked his lower lip, smiled innocently and cutely, dropped the branch, reached out and patted Jia Huan's back: "Why don't you bring more paper and pencils, and I'll copy it with you?"

Jia Huan didn't think about it, and nodded quickly.

Seeing Jia Huan nodded, Jia Cong smiled with satisfaction, Wang Ba's halo opened, pursed his lips, and nodded his chin: "Don't worry, you will mix with me in the future, and be my little brother, there will be many benefits!"

Jia Huan was confused, and protested weakly: "But, Brother Cong, you are younger than me, and you are the little brother." ”

"If you don't understand, shut up! Your whole family is the little brother!"

Jia Cong, who was annoyed and angry, bit his lower lip and said viciously: "You are not old, do you understand? Do you want me to help you copy the scriptures?"