"What are you doing?" Lin Yueru's ears heard Lin Yiru's faint voice.

Hearing the sound made Lin Yueru startled, as a quasi-grandmaster-level master, it was very dangerous to let others get so close without noticing, she hurriedly wanted to take a few steps back, to see who was coming?

But when she heard her sister's voice, she stopped turning her head back, pointed to the location of the study, and asked, "What is he doing?" Why don't you sleep yet? ”

Lin Yiru looked at the direction of the study and said, "I asked Ruyi, it seems that he is writing a book on how to farm the land." ”

This is what Lin Ruyi told Cao Yan when she looked at Cao Yan and asked him curiously.

These words made Lin Yueru feel funny, "He is a scholar, writing a book on how to farm the land?" Isn't it a bit ...... Funny? ”

Uh, the word funny, Lin Yueru remembered that she seemed to have learned it by listening to Cao Yan.

I didn't expect that I was unconsciously affected so deeply by that tease, oh, by the way, the tease also learned from him.

"He's different." Lin Yiru retorted coldly.

"Do you really believe that he is the so-called Star Monarch? Didn't Mu'er already tell us? It's the scum of Luo Fatzi, who asked a few storytellers to make it up, and the white tiger was also killed by Ruyi, we all know this. Lin Yueru didn't know why, and her mood became extremely excited at this moment, which was also the first time she scolded her sister like this.

"I have already instructed everyone, if anyone asks about the White Tiger in the future, they will say that they don't know, and your heart is disturbed." Lin Yiru said coldly.

ignored Lin Yueru and walked in the direction of the study.

"What are you doing?" Lin Yueru behind him asked.

"Help him sharpen the ink, are you coming?" Lin Yiru stopped and said without looking back.

"Cut, he never wants to have this treatment in his life......" Lin Yueru snorted coldly, "I'll go back to sleep." ”

……

There was a soft "squeak" and the door opened.

It reached Cao Yan's ears, reminding him of the door where he lived in the stockade.

He smiled and didn't look back, "Hehe, why didn't you go to sleep again?" ”

Behind him, there was no reply, and there was another sound of "squeak" closing the door.

This made Cao Yan feel strange, because usually as long as it was herself, Lin Ruyi would answer, why didn't she speak now?

Cao Yan turned his head.

Just a glance.

When he saw the person coming, he was stunned, because it was his wife Lin Yiru who came, and she walked towards her with a cloak in her hand.

"Yiru, woke you up just now?" Cao Yan stood up and was a little embarrassed to say something.

"No, it's a little cold at night, so I've got a cloak for you." Lin Yiru said coldly, walked to Cao Yan's side and helped him put on his cloak.

The movements are gentle.

Smelling the familiar fragrance on her body, this made Cao Yan's mood very indifferent.

Lin Yiru tied Cao Yan's clothes.

then sat in Lin Ruyi's position before, and took the ink strip on the inkstone to help Cao Yan sharpen the ink.

Looking at Lin Yiru in the candlelight, Cao Yan felt a little dazed.

This is a bit of an anomaly.

Cao Yan looked at Lin Yiru, who was sitting there and looking more and more beautiful under the candlelight, his eyes blinked, his mouth opened, and in the end he couldn't say a word.

He really felt that whatever he said didn't feel right.

……

"I'll write it, you can say it." When Cao Yan rubbed his hands again, Lin Yiru said coldly.

"I'm sorry for you." Cao Yan didn't shirk it, it was really sore to write too much with this brush, he stood up and raised his waist, and rubbed his sour hands.

……

Cao Yan paced back and forth in the study, talking about what he wanted to write.

And here Lin Yiru took his place, took the brush and began to write.

Lin Yiru's writing speed is obviously much faster than Cao Yan's.

The completion time was much earlier than Cao Yan expected.

After saying the last paragraph.

After seeing Lin Yiru write.

"Thank you for your hard work." Cao Yan thanked him.

"That's what I'm supposed to do."

Cao Yan collected the paper that had dried through.

However, when he looked at the title of the book on the cover, "Fuhu Xingjun Cao Yan Series of Books: Agriculture Volume 1", he paused.

Then, frowning, he crumpled up the paper with the title of the book written on it and threw it into the waste paper basket.

Hold a pen and paper.

Brush brush brush, and write another name.

"Fuhu Xingjun Cao Yan and Wuqu Xingjun Lin Yiru Series of Agricultural Volume 1".

Lin Yiru finished reading the name written by Cao Yan, with a faint smile that seemed to be a little funny.

Obviously amused by Cao Yan's childish behavior.

But this faint smile surprised Cao Yan very much.

This should be the first time that his wife has shown that cold face and domineering expression in front of her.

Let him be stunned.

"Why do you write that?" Lin Yiru didn't care about Cao Yan's gaze at her, and asked indifferently.

As soon as these words came out, Cao Yan came back to her senses, smiled at her, and then said indifferently, "It's nothing, it's just a name, I want to write it like this, so I wrote it." ”

"Oh," Lin Yiru didn't refute, but just stared at Cao Yan's eyes as before.

This move made Cao Yan feel that he was back to that youthful age.

When you meet the goddess in your heart and look at you.

Cao Yan was like when she was in the cottage, her eyes were dodgy, she didn't dare to look at Lin Yiru, and she was a little uneasy.

After that, he turned his head away, changed the topic, and said: "It's not early, remember to go and rest early." ”

Lin Yiru retracted her gaze, the corners of her mouth picked up slightly, and she was a little proud in her heart, after all, she had something ugly in front of Cao Yan before, and now she can be regarded as looking for some face to come back, she said lightly: "Well, Xianggong has also worked hard, rest in peace early." ”

……

……

Early in the morning, Cao Yan also got up after everyone got up.

After all, it's only in his twenties,

Occasionally I went to bed a little late, and I didn't feel uncomfortable.

Had breakfast.

In fact, in ancient times, working people only ate two meals.

Only the upper classes and scholars practiced the three-meal system.

This was the case at the beginning in the village, but under the leadership of Cao Yan, it began to develop three times a day.

I saw the children in the yard.

Cao Yan took out the stack of manuscripts that he had copied last night.

"You can help me copy two copies of this thing today, and I will be useful in the afternoon." Cao Yan commanded.

Yesterday a lot of kids followed.

Lin Yiru brought them all back when they came back, and they also lived here, and now the yard is a bit noisy.

From ancient times to the present day, children have always deserved special care.

However, compared to the children of later generations, these children are also solid and not so squeamish.

Just put up a wooden plank, put some straw or something, add some quilts casually, and you're done.

After all, the weather at the end of June is not too cold now.