Brag?

The four men and women feel a little unable to keep up with the child's mouth.

Also, the cup in Childe's hand is so chic, especially the steaming fragrance, which is even more chic.

Relying on the friendship with the thieves in those days in the mountains, of course, the main thing is Qu Jia's face, Qu Wu hooked his head, boldly looked at the cup, and said shamelessly:

"Childe, you've made something good again, can you give me a taste."

Wen Dao looked at him with disgust, shook his head and said:

"It's not that I don't want to give it to you, I'm afraid that you will drink and vomit and spoil my good things."

As soon as Qu Wu heard that there was a door, he quickly grabbed an empty cup and said with a shy face:

"Taste, taste, I promise not to throw up."

Su Gui and Chen Xuewei glanced at each other, but they didn't dare to say the same thing.

Qu Wu dared to say that it was because of Qu Jia.

Although Qu Jia has already returned to Qu Mansion to live, in those days in this courtyard, she did not shy away from serving the scenes of the son, God knows which day the son was tempted?

However, this aroma is indeed tempting and refreshing.

Wendao was helpless, so he had to pour a little for everyone, and the bull head said to the horse:

"It's called coffee, Nanyang, don't spit it out after drinking. Oh yes, I called you here to ask, where is the rich and rich, which of you will talk about it first? ”

Qu Wu was busy serving the cup, and he was not too hot, so he opened his mouth to drink.

Chen Xuewei was too much, and slowly raised his glass, taking a small sip while looking at it.

Su Gui was cunning and cunning, just staring at the cup and looking at it with a smile.

As for He Yuyan, she was more exquisite, holding a cup in her hands and an expression of appreciation, but she just didn't open her mouth to drink.

The two of them did not touch their lips, the two of them touched their lips, and the person who touched their lips suddenly became wonderful at this time, one of them opened their eyes angrily, and the other stood up suddenly, but remembered what Wendao had just said, and swallowed the things in his mouth in one gulp.

Su Gui saw it in his eyes, smiled secretly, sat up and said:

"Childe, if you talk about where there are many rich people in this world, of course, you have to recommend the land of Huaiyang and Suzhou and Hangzhou first. What Childe said yesterday, isn't that what he said about this far door? ”

Wendao glanced at Su Gui, picked up the cup, and took a sip noncommittally, only to see a few people with bitter mouths, before nodding and saying:

"Where to go is another matter, this far door, this time I must go out."

As he spoke, he unexpectedly took out a round mirror from his arms, didn't look at anyone, and handed it directly to He Yuyan, who was sitting shyly:

"Look at this thing, don't think about it, just say it, like it or not?"

He Yuyan received it in his hand, and as soon as he glanced at it, he screamed, jumped up, and almost dropped the mirror on the ground.

"This is, this is the glass mirror of the Yiren, no, the Yiren mirror is not so magical!"

Su Gui looked at He Yuyan who was out of shape in surprise, got up and arched his hand:

"Childe, can you let Gui also borrow it and take a look?"

With permission, Su Gui unceremoniously grabbed the mirror from He Yuyan's hand, leaned over and glanced at it, and suddenly closed his eyes in fright, opened his mouth and said:

"Oh, mother, are the people in here in, are they down, don't they look like they're expensive on weekdays?"

When Qu Wu and Chen Xuewei heard this, they also looked at it, and immediately moved the mirror in their hands far away in shock.

Seeing this, Wen Dao retrieved the mirror, picked up the hand-rolled paper on the table, but this time handed it to Su Gui, and said with a wicked expression:

"Look at how this is, especially in terms of feel, you have to touch it with your heart and feel it."

Su Gui touched his fingers, and was shocked again, lowered his head and looked closer and said:

"Childe, what kind of treasure is this, like paper but not like paper, like silk but not like silk, and silky to the touch, it's really incredible."

"Uh, this-"

It's easy to take out the hand-rolled paper for wiping the buttocks, but if you really want to say it, Wendao suddenly feels a little difficult to speak.

knocked on his forehead for a long time, and with an idea, he pointed to the thatched house and said:

"You go and untie your big hands, stop using tiles, branches, and especially don't pick them with your hands. The use of this thing, has this son made it clear? ”

Su Gui was stunned when he heard this, a few fingers rubbed on the silky surface of the hand-rolled paper, and suddenly the blue tendons on his face exploded, and for some reason his face was flushed, and blurted out:

"What a sin, such a good thing, you should have someone take it, wipe it—"

When Wen Dao heard this, his face immediately darkened and he said:

"What do you say, say it again?"

"Gaffes, gaffes, forgiveness of son!"

Su Gui came to his senses, picked up the hand-rolled paper and looked at the thatched house and rushed away.

He ran away, but the other three people next to him also listened to a clear explanation, and they all unabashedly took a pair of white eyes with more black eyes and less black eyes, and looked at the literary knife.

Rubbing his nose, Wendao could only smile dryly, picked on the table, and threw a notepad and a ballpoint pen to Chen Xuewei.

"Sir often needs to write and draw, try this, it's much better than your ink, paper and inkstone."

Chen Xuewei received it in his hand, but he didn't know how to use it for a long time.

Wendao couldn't do it, so I had to demonstrate it myself.

This is the first time that Wendao has bowed his head in front of everyone to write copywriting.

When he unfolded the notebook, several people were staring at each other with wide eyes, and continued to look at Wendao with a blank expression:

"Childe, what you wrote here, some words are not like words, but we can be blinded anyway, but this bend like an earthworm-like stroke, we can't guess what it is."

Wen Dao grabbed his head, and said after a while:

"My character is 100% Chinese characters, but it has been simplified. This crooked earthworm, well, it's called Arabic numerals, like our Han arithmetic, learned, even more effective than an abacus. ”

As a Confucian scholar, Chen Xuewei's eyes suddenly lit up, and he stared at the "earthworm" on the paper and said:

"Childe, is this number easy to learn, if it doesn't involve secrecy, the student will be the first to learn from Childe."

Wendao nodded, pondered for a while, and suddenly patted the table and said:

"Okay, in the future, if there is a literacy class or even a school for children, you will become the principal. Whether it is a simplified Chinese character or an Arabic numeral, it must be unswervingly promoted on our own ground and among the population. ”

As he spoke, he looked at Qu Wu again, rummaged through the pile of covered items on the table, and finally handed him a palm-sized walkie-talkie, pointed to the outside of the courtyard wall, and said:

"You big spy, you must have not done those things like stealing chickens and dogs and listening to the root of the wall before, go, take this, go outside the courtyard!"

Oh, Qu Wu has long been obedient to Wen Dao's words, and he is so impressed that he throws himself to the ground, and walks beside him.

This fool, Wen Dao shook his head, and raised his voice to confess:

"Don't forget, there's a button on it, press it and it glows, you just pick it up and talk to your mouth......"