(I found out that I was going to become a 2Klux Klan, what should I do, is my text crooked again)

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After dinner, I helped Wen clean up together, and Yang Liu lit the candle and just sat down in the house, Dashan probed his brain at the door.

"Something?" Yang Liu beckoned, and Dashan didn't know why, just smiled at himself at the dinner table. Yang Liu thought about it, only to find that she had hardly seen the mountains turn in front of her in the past few days. Dashan answered, and when he approached, she saw that Dashan had a plank of planed cypress in his hand.

"Fifth aunt, how about you look at my handwriting?" Dashan sent the wooden plank in his hand to Yang Liu.

Yang Liu was slightly stunned before taking the plank, and he didn't prickly his hands, the four sides were polished very smooth, and even the four corners were rounded. But she was stunned not because of this, but because she didn't think that one day she would check how well a person was written on a wooden board. Paper, what an ordinary thing, here, in this home, is like a luxury.

As if seeing Yang Liu's hesitation, Dashan twisted his fingers and whispered: "I was looking for Xiao Wu's father." ”

Yang Liu nodded, and looked at it carefully, Dashan wrote very seriously, probably because the hardness of the carbon strip was enough, and the words written were also very strong, and the rules were decent, and it was estimated that he had practiced many times in private before writing on the cypress board. Compared to the big characters in my elementary school, I write much better.

"Well, that's a good job." Yang Liu praised sincerely: "Do you know how to read it?" ”

Dashan shook his head a little confused: "Brother Wen Han has only taught it once, I don't remember much." ”

Since Goudan became the little master of Dashan, he didn't allow Dashan to call him Brother Godan, and he was afraid that his teaching Dashan literacy would be exposed, so Goudan asked Dashan to call him Brother Wenhan. That's how the mountain is called.

Yang Liu's voice was soft, and he touched the back of Dashan's head, "What else do you recognize, read it to your aunt." ”

Dashan picked up the ones he knew and pointed to them, and looked at Yang Liu a little shyly after reading. He is really stupid, Brother Wen Han said that he remembered it after the master taught him once, will the fifth aunt think he is stupid and unwilling to teach him? Thinking of this, he stared at Yang Liu a little nervously, for fear that she would not say a word, he wanted to study, and wanted the whole family to live a good life.

Yang Liu couldn't guess what Dashan was thinking, pointing to Dashan who couldn't read one by one, she had already determined that this was the traditional version of modern Chinese characters, although she didn't dare to guarantee that she would recognize it all, but there were still eighty or ninety percent. After the mountain would read it, Yang Liu explained the meaning again. As in classical Chinese, as long as the meaning of certain keywords is roughly determined, the meaning of the whole sentence will not be too wrong. In a word, classical Chinese is to make vernacular Chinese cumbersome.

Yang Liu has the heart to pull the mountain, although the carbon bar is good, after all, it is not a mainstream thing, and the brush is soft, the words written are another scene, and the problem of paper, if the mountain wants to be literate can not do without a set of four treasures of the study. Waiting for the mountain to leave, she took out her money box, only to find that she was shy in her pocket, she shook her money box, and it took a long time to fall out of a copper plate, and then the second, the third original body was not favored, a little moon silver was taken to send people, and the hearts of the people were collected, and even if she was no longer favored, she was generally okay with food and clothing, and it was not for nothing to occasionally have a snack to eat. She came here without money for food, clothing and housing. She counted the copper coins on the kang table, and realized that if she wanted to divide the family, she could eat whatever she wanted, and how important money was.

If the comfortable days are too long, they will really raise people to be lazy. If it weren't for the mountains coming to her tonight, Yang Liu estimated that she would also regard herself as a peasant woman, and she would be at home every day, and her father-in-law and mother-in-law would turn around.

Yang Liu shuddered involuntarily when he thought of that possibility. She didn't want that.

As soon as he thought of this, he thought of the useless broken space, and Yang Liu was not calm. Why is someone's space like a chicken blood and can farm and bring spiritual springs, it's simply a permanent free plug-in, and your own space is like being **, and I'm not a little angry. She slipped into the space, scolded at the space, and then, it was still ghostly quiet.

It can be regarded as venting the depression in his heart, Yang Liu went out of the space, it was quiet outside, and it seemed that no one heard his yelling in the space, at present, it seems that this space is of little use, but it is still a good place to vent. However, Yang Liu still doesn't give up, even if it is a scum with only five combat strength, it should have some effect. She went to the stove room and went around, but found no other seeds, and saw that some of the garlic on the wall had actually begun to sprout. She sat down on the ground with the sprouted garlic cloves in her mouth as she muttered the words.

After planting a whole garlic, Willow knelt by the pond and played with water, she picked up a handful of water, the water was very clear, and she couldn't smell anything, but Willow, who had tried the taste of the water, didn't dare to try it again. Is it really useless? Can you keep fish? Yang Liu pouted his ass and looked at the bottom of the water, it was very clear, and at a glance, it looked like the water of a swimming pool - except that the water was still water. When the water is clear, there are no fish, can this be fed? Saving zài is the truth, is the function of this pond to decorate?

Yang Liu twitched the corners of his mouth a little uncalmly, looked around, and once again confirmed that if it was decorated, it was really beautiful. She shook the water, and the shadow of the moon-shaped eternal glow above her head crumpled into waves. Nima, are you really useless? Are you sure?

Yang Liu came out sulking, Li Cong was still drunk, and she couldn't leave for too long. I don't know if the time inside and outside the space is the same, thinking of what a thousand years in a moment, Yang Liu touched his face nervously, and looked into the bronze mirror with a candle. Well, it's okay, it seems to be normal.

Accidentally touching the scar on his forehead, Yang Liu carefully peeled off the scab, revealing the pink tender flesh that did not match the surrounding skin. Yang Liu touched it lightly, making sure that it had grown well, but she would not comb her bangs up.

Well, there are no absolutes, maybe she will comb it up when she becomes a half-aged, and she will pass the age of loving beauty at that time.

Li Cong closed his eyes and shouted thirsty and asked for water to drink. Yang Liu fed him a glass of water and called him softly, Li Cong didn't open his eyes, it seemed that he didn't wake up, so he didn't have to worry about whether he was hungry or not. Yang Liu opened the door and looked out, the lights had been turned off in several rooms, presumably it was a little late, the sound of opening the door alarmed the chickens in the corner of the courtyard, and they made a weak cooing sound. Yang Liu closed the door and slept during the day, she was not sleepy at this time, and thinking of being on duty tomorrow, she still forced herself to close her eyes too.