Coming out of Fanxianglou, facing the picture of being so crowded that it was difficult to move his feet, Song Jingshu had a headache, so he said to Qingyu, "It's too hard to go on like this, I'm afraid I won't be able to go home even if it's dark." ”

"You still have an idea, throw us out."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qingyu carried Song Jingshu's clothes and went directly to the roof opposite.

Qiangzi squeezed his feet below, and shouted to Qingyu with great effort, "Qingyu, and me!" And me! ”

Qingyu escorted Song Jingshu to the ground, and then took Qiangzi out of Fanxianglou.

The place where the three of them were standing at this time was on another street.

Because it is really still that many people go to Fanxianglou to join in the fun, there are not many pedestrians on this street at this time, and it looks deserted.

Song Jingshu opened the gift in his hand at this time, it was a boxy box, covered with a cloth bag, so that people could not see what was inside.

After opening the wooden box, Song Jingshu was speechless.

There are two pairs of ...... Bamboo chopsticks.

"it!"

Qingyu couldn't help but burst into a swear word, and directly threw the box in her hand on the roof opposite, "I thought it was something good!" It turns out that this is just this thing, and I don't want to give it to me for free. ”

Qiangzi stomped his feet anxiously, "If you don't want to, just give it to me!" My family is planning to get new chopsticks! ”

"It's not productive."

Qingyu glanced at him.

Song Jingshu also glanced at him, and Qiangzi silently shut up.

"It's just two pairs of chopsticks, what are you excited about? This thing sent by Fan Xianglou, I'm afraid it's not worth ten copper plates, right? ”

As he spoke, Song Jingshu gave his chopsticks to Qiangzi, "If you want to take them, you can take them." ”

She clapped her hands and walked towards Shizuka Building with her hands behind her back.

Qingyu hurriedly followed, "By the way, Sister Song, it seems that something is wrong with the way I looked at you and looked at the fat shopkeeper, do you honestly tell me if you are going to fight any bad ideas again?" ”

"Can you handle it?"

Song Jingshu snorted lightly.

As soon as she heard this, Qingyu knew that Song Jingshu really wanted to fight some bad idea.

It's a pity, no matter how he asks, Song Jingshu doesn't want to tell him, and the anxious Qingyu scratches his head.

In the end, Song Jingshu smiled mysteriously, "I'll give you a dose of vaccination in advance!" ”

In the future, if she can really dig up the fat shopkeeper to Jingxiang Building, I am afraid that this kid Qingyu will rush up and beat people as soon as he sees the fat shopkeeper.

So, Song Jingshu told Qingyu his thoughts.

Who knows, Qingyu frowned, and said disapprovingly, "That fat shopkeeper, I look at it and I'm really shrewd!" ”

"If you put such a person in our Jingxiang Building, Sister Song, you are not afraid of one day...... Will he betray us for the sake of the red kite? Or is he pretending to surrender to us, but in fact he is still loyal to the red kite, just to be a spy for her? ”

Song Jingshu stood still and turned to look at Qingyu.

After a while, he said helplessly, "Qingyu, sometimes I always think, it's a pity that you don't become a storyteller!" ”

didn't understand what Song Jingshu meant by this, Qingyu looked confused.

Song Jingshu helplessly solved his doubts, "Look at the storyteller, how rich their imagination is!" ”

Now, Qingyu understood, Song Jingshu was beating around the bush and saying that he was thinking too much!

"Song Jingshu, I'm kind enough to remind you!"

Qingyu glared at her angrily.

"Don't worry."

Song Jingshu glanced at him and continued to walk forward with his hands behind his back, "Where in this world did you come from so many loyal people!" Especially, it's still a person like the fat shopkeeper. ”

"You're right, the fat shopkeeper is too shrewd...... However, to be a shopkeeper, don't you need this kind of shrewdness? ”

"Since he is shrewd, it means that he is also a brain-clear. When the time comes, if we Shizukalou throws an olive branch, do you tell me that after careful consideration, will he continue to be loyal to the red kite, or will he turn his head to surrender to us? ”

Just two questions, but Qingyu was asked.

After a long time, he reluctantly said, "I'm just thinking about Shizukalou." ”

If you dig up another traitor with the same temperament as Li's mother, won't the gain outweigh the loss?

"I know!"

Song Jingshu smiled slightly, "What is an outsider and what is a relative, I know it best." ”

Hearing this, Qingyu also showed a smile.

And the strong son has long been left behind by the two of them.

When they arrived at Jingxiang Building, Liu and Song Daping were laboriously teaching Song Xiaowen to read, "Song, Xiao, Wen." ”

Song Daping wrote a few words crookedly, and pointed at Song Xiaowen one by one, "Look, this is your name!" Song is Song Xiaowen's Song. ”

"Small, it's Song Xiaowen's small, Wen ......"

Before Song Daping finished speaking, as soon as Song Jingshu entered the door, he heard that he was "teaching" Song Xiaowen, and Liu sat aside with a proud face. seems to be proud of his old man, and he still recognizes a few words.

And Song Daping's words made Song Xiaowen even more confused, and he didn't know how to read it.

"Dad, I'd better come."

Song Jingshu sighed helplessly.

How could he teach people to read like this?

"You?"

Song Daping glanced at Song Jingshu with a strange expression, "You have never studied, how can you recognize words?" ”

"If I don't know how to read, how can I keep an account book?"

Song Jingshu was speechless.

Song Daping came back to his senses at this time.

Oh, yes...... If Song Jingshu really didn't know how to read, who had been keeping accounts for so long?!

He was suddenly shocked, and stared at Song Jingshu dumbfounded, "Jingshu, you haven't been literate since you were a child. It's only been a long time since you entered the city, and who taught you to read...... Mo is not, Mo is not Young Master Zhou? ”

Song Jingshu was stunned for a moment, and then her head was covered with cold sweat.

Yes, the original Song Jingshu was illiterate.

She came from the twenty-first century, had a good education, and naturally could not be illiterate.

Hearing Song Daping's self-care, Song Jingshu coughed lightly, nodded hurriedly and replied, "Yes, it was Zhou You'an who taught me." ”

Liu couldn't help but nod, "Young Master Zhou taught well!" We write quietly and write well. ”

In order to prevent them from continuing this topic, Song Jingshu gently patted the back of Song Xiaowen's head, "Xiaowen, I'll teach you how to read when I come back!" ”

"Now pack up, let's get ready to go out!"

Since this is learned from scratch, you have to start with numbers and pinyin!

As soon as Song Daping came up, he let Song Xiaowen have his own name, it's strange not to be confused!

However, speaking of which, Song Xiaowen has also reached the age when it is time to enter the school......

Song Jingshu thought to herself that in a few days, she would definitely go to the private school to ask about the situation and send Song Xiaowen to study.

They are old Song family, why don't they want to have a reader!

Liu put down the work in his hand, "Jingshu, what are we going to do when we go out?" ”