"Childe, what are you doing here? ......" Li Yuanfang looked uncertain, it seems that he also hopes that his son can be famous in such a big scene, but the problem is that he doesn't know the most profound marketing methods, and if he wants to be famous, he also needs some means, such as what this son is using now, leaving a cloud of suspense, let these people go home and guess it, wait for a few days, this son will reappear, when the time comes, I believe that the person who greeted this son may be a vote crying and shouting to beg this son to leave them the gold owner of the ink treasure, at that time, Boom Boom ......

Just after Ben Gongzi pulled Li Yuanfang out of the shop, and then quietly hid in an alley not far away, as expected, he heard the exclamation and uproar coming from the store, and then heard countless shouts calling for the eldest grandson, and then saw a large number of people rushing out of the store, one or two with gold stars in their eyes, murderous, shouting and running around.

Seeing that Lao Tzu was frightened, he was very glad that he slipped away quickly, otherwise, if these fanatical ink threads were caught, Ben Gongzi might be like some stars, and he would be stripped into a bare-ass chicken by those crazy fans.

"Childe, they're all calling you!" Li Yuanfang exclaimed excitedly. Frightened, Lao Tzu hurriedly raised his hand to cover his mouth. "Don't talk, Ben Gongzi doesn't have time to pay attention to them now, let's go......"

"Childe is really talented, just wrote a poem, and made +1+本+read+novel+novelxtxt these people feel like hysteria...... By the way, Childe, what kind of verses did you write? The small ones are too far away to see clearly. On the way home, Li Yuanfang, who was muttering non-stop, asked behind me.

"You're literate, too?" Hearing this, I couldn't help but turn my head and ask.

"It's all taught by my father, and before my father joined the army, he used to teach for half a year in the family studies." Li Yuanfang's words made me thunder very lightly, and I couldn't have imagined that Li Yan, who was a big martial arts master and a giant spirit god, would actually be able to hold a copy of "Analects" and recite it there with a sven language, it seems that people are really not good-looking......

"Childe, you haven't said what you wrote?"

"Fei Qiong scattered the sky, because of the empty rock side. Shoumo chatted with himself, not with the crowd Fangbi...... "I walked with my hands and read aloud, as if at this moment, Mo Lan's noble temperament has also been integrated into my body, my soul, well, at this moment, I feel that I am completely from the inside out, from head to toe like a righteous gentleman."

It's like a black orchid growing on a cliff, proud of the wind...... Depend on! Ancestors, you are a plank, almost stepped on a piece of steaming shit, what a fucking girl's defeat. It seems that the social and environmental sanitation of this era needs to be strengthened, otherwise, I don't know how many Pian Pian Shijia Gongzi will be shot in the soles of their feet.

The next morning, the morning sun was rising, and a faint warmth enveloped the whole yard, and I, with my sister, continued to walk around the house in the middle of the yard, and had already run almost eight laps, although this yard was not small, at least equivalent to the size of three basketball courts.

But the problem is that I have been neglected for a long time, so there are weeds everywhere, and I don't want to suddenly lose myself when I am running, so I can only change to running around this house, which is about the size of half a basketball court, and the circumference is about fifty or sixty meters.

It's only eight laps down, the girl is already out of breath, sweating, and I'm a little better, but it's not much better, well, in order to be able to live a little longer, in order to be able to have the capital to escape in troubled times, I have to strengthen my exercise, even if I can't win the marathon world championship, I have to run faster than those unlucky ghosts in the future.

"Brother, will you take a break? I'm dying. The girl sat on the stone steps with her buttocks, wiped the sweat from her forehead and said with a pout.

"No, good girl is obedient, let's come on, today's task is only ten laps, and it will be completed in two laps." I held my legs, well, although my legs were sore, but at least I was much better than the first two days of running six or seven laps like a dead dog.

It's just that when I saw Li Yuanfang, who was walking behind our buttocks, didn't even sweat on the corners of his forehead, the fighting spirit in my heart couldn't help but burn. "Come, help you for my brother, even if you go, you have to finish these ten laps for me."

Not...... After strenuous exercise, I always feel comfortable lying down and sitting, but the question is how can I not lie on the floor and stick out my tongue and pant for breath as an older brother, so I decided to sit on the floor of the corridor in front of the door, wiped the sweat on my face, and after gasping evenly, I felt that although my body was weak, I felt comfortable, and it seemed that exercising was good for my health.

"Brother, come, let's drink porridge." And the girl with the same soft feet still maintained her hard-working nature and poured a bowl of wheat porridge for me.

I took it and tried it with my mouth, well, the temperature was just right, and I poured the bowl into my mouth, and from time to time I picked up a chopstick and threw it into my mouth, well, it was very happy. saw Li Yuanfang standing beside him. "Why don't you have some too?"

"Thank you, Childe, I came here after eating early in the morning." Li Yuanfang shook his head and refused.

"By the way, Yuan Fang, did you tell your father yesterday?" I asked, as I continued to drink the fragrant porridge.

"Don't worry, the little one has told my father yesterday, my father said please rest assured, the store is not busy today, he went back to the store today, let Yue Shan and another craftsman do it according to the pattern you gave by Childe, at most tomorrow at noon, how can you make a folding fan with seven or eight handles, and hand it over to Childe. But if there is more, these raw materials will be gone. ”

"Well, it's okay, seven or eight handles are enough." I was much more relieved to hear this, after all, I am already well now, and it will not work if the return visit is delayed for too long. In addition, echoing the expression of the old guy yesterday, I originally had no worries about the acceptance of the new thing of folding fans by the ancients of this era, and the only thing I was worried about was whether I could get more out as soon as possible, so as to make a name for myself.

If I can really sell it for a good price, when the time comes, I will inform my uncle, and I believe he will definitely support me.

"Oh, brother, look, it's all your fault, usually I have one bowl like this is enough, but these days, I have to eat at least two bowls." At this time, the girl complained to me very resentfully, while continuing to add porridge to her small bowl.