In the land of literati, capable ministers who have not gone abroad for several years in a row, if it were not for the destruction of the dragon vein, what would be the reason?

This Zhao Xiaoman, this bandit, can't pull out the one by one, and the literati in Suizhou are all humiliated by her.

Tian Cuo got up from his chair angrily.

"I'm incompetent, so I can't take on the heavy responsibility, so please ask someone else."

He threw his sleeves away.

Zhao Xiaoman shrugged: "What's wrong with me?" ”

"Forehead ......"

Chang Yi held his forehead speechlessly: "Boss, you don't say a word about this kind of thing, the scholar is thin-skinned, and there is such a thing as a dragon vein." ”

"Is it," Zhao Xiaoman shook his upturned feet, and nodded at the back of Tian Cuo outside the door, "Get him back for me." ”

"Let go—"

Tian Cuo was "invited" back by a few old guys with old arms and legs.

"I'm sorry sir, we really don't understand, sir," the cheongsam apologized.

"Hugh is going to say," Tian Cuo's face turned red with anger, and he didn't want to talk to these vulgar and ignorant people, so he said directly, "Even if you stay below, you won't be taught below." ”

"Yes," Zhao Xiaoman sat on the chair with his legs crossed idly, "Pick him up, dare to run a few laps with his bare butt and let him go." ”

Everyone: "......"

"Let go—"

Tian Cuo had never suffered such a big insult in his life, and he still had some scruples just now, so he raised his hand and shook off an old man.

"Ouch."

The old man slammed his butt on the ground, the pain on his face was real, and he hugged Tian Cuo's leg with his hand: "Beat someone, Mr. beat someone." ”

Who hits whom?

Tian Cuo froze, reacted and tugged on his legs.

Chang Yi smiled and persuaded him: "Forget it, Mr. Tian, you don't want to be stripped naked, our boss's words are a holy decree." ”

The old man sitting on the ground shouted, "Settle my account before you strip me naked." ”

"Shameless—"

Tian was so angry.

Standing at the door and watching the lively dog, Dan'er touched Zhao Yaozu with his arm: "Do you think Mr. is pitiful?" ”

Zhao Yaozu glanced at him indifferently.

Dogan pouted: "If he leaves, where are we going to study?" I'm going to leave my husband behind, little bolt, let's beg him not to go. ”

Led by Goudan'er, a group of more than a dozen children tugged at Tian Cuo's arms and waist, shouting and not letting him go.

"Let go—"

Tian Cuo had a child hanging on his body, scratching and scratching him, and he was about to be demolished by them, and the feeling of entering the thief's den became more and more obvious.

Caused by their fuss, Zhao Xiaoman rubbed Zhao Yaozu's head: "Look at it, it's not easy for sister." ”

Zhao Yaozu: "......"

Zhao Xiaoman smiled shamelessly: "Don't stare at it, he can't go, my sister will take you to see something fun." ”

*

There is a big house in Dawangzhai, except for occasional cleaning, you are not allowed to enter and exit at will.

Zhao Xiaoman pushed them in, and easily saw the surprise on the face of Zhao Yaozu, an autistic child.

Pushing the child into the house, Zhao Xiaoman pulled out a chair and sat at the table to tinker, allowing Zhao Yaozu to watch casually.

The room was large, but it was full of messy things, and strangely shaped utensils, and even the smell was pungent and unpleasant.

The strange smell seemed to come from a bubbling jar.

Zhao Yaozu couldn't help but look curiously.

"Ahh

The strange smell instantly smoked his face, and Zhao Yaozu screamed in fright and covered his eyes.

"Haha," Zhao Xiaoman gloated and crooked his chair and laughed, "That's zinc and dilute sulfuric acid, so many things, why do you have to go over there." ”

Zhao Yaozu's smoked tears came down quickly.

Zhao Xiaoman beckoned: "Come here, help me." ”

How can it help?

Zhao Xiaoman sat there and commanded: "Add water to the lime in the jar, boil it and stir it into a puree, but before that, go to Lao Zhong and ask me to let him make a mold." ”

When Zhao Yaozu heard this, an old man appeared in his mind.

Isn't that old man blackmailing Mr. Tian?

Looking at her, Zhao Yao's ancestor added water to the lime, and was attracted by the carbonization reaction of the lime.

Zhao Xiaoman didn't care about him, took a piece of paper casually, and wrote and drew on it with charcoal.

Zhao Yaozu has long been aware that she is not his sister at all, and these days it is even more confirmed, and it cannot be confirmed.

He looked at Zhao Xiaoman and found out that the lime in the jar couldn't be stirred.

Zhao Yaozu was in a hurry, and Zhao Xiaoman said indifferently: "There is paint over there, you can add whatever color you like." ”

When the lime turned into gypsum, and then turned into chalk in the mold, Zhao Yaozu knew the usefulness of this thing.

Using this chalk to draw words on the stone, Zhao Yaozu found that Zhao Xiaoman didn't care about the things around him most of the time, but nothing escaped her eyes.

It's like this chalk, made to let them write, they don't even have to buy ink, no one else in the village has paid attention to these little things, but she cares about him, and he seems to be casual, but she cares about him everywhere.

"What do you write with this?"

Tian Cuo was called here by him to look at it for a long time, and the usefulness of chalk was discovered, but he didn't recognize what the words written from Zhao Yaozu's hand were.

Zhao Yaozu squatted on the ground and looked up at him: "Sir, don't you know?" ”

If someone else was present, he would definitely be surprised that Zhao Yaozu actually spoke. It's just that his voice is rusty, slow and stiff.

Tian Cuo lifted his robe and squatted with him, pointing to the chalk words on the stone: "This character is 'flow', this is 'stone'." Everything else is written incorrectly, who taught you how to write? ”

It's not taught, it's what he saw Zhao Xiaoman write yesterday.

Zhao Yaozu rubbed off all the chalk words on the stone with his hand, took out a large handful of chalk of different colors from the paper bag on the ground and gave it to Tian Cuo, and left without saying anything.

Tian Cuo looked at him, then looked at the chalk in his hand, and muttered: "The lime can still be used to write, so that the gray households on the boat trough ridge know that it can be returned." ”

I wrote a few words on the stone with chalk in the posture of holding a brush, and found that this chalk was unexpectedly useful.

"Sir."

Mingyuan and a few half-sized children came over, and as soon as they saw him, they began to shout.

Tian Cuo stood up silently from the side of the stone, looking loveless.

He came here to see the money, after all, a hundred taels of silver a year is not a small amount, he can teach and read at the same time, this kind of good thing is not available at any time, it is a bandit's den can also break in, who knows...... Zhao Xiaoman is extremely annoying, and now there are people following him at every turn, crying about how difficult it is for bandits to see him, brazenly asking him to stay, and staring at him like a thief, he can do anything, just don't want to go out.

A large group of old men and old ladies are crying and hugging their thighs, which can be resisted.

What kind of bandits are like, Tian Cuo can be regarded as having understood.

"Sir, when will you start teaching us to settle accounts? We only have 2 days left. ”

Mingyuan is frizzy.

Tian Cuo also knew a little bit about what Zhao Xiaoman wanted Mingyuan's half-grown children to do, and couldn't help but be curious: "What is your boss doing in such a hurry?" ”

The little bolt stood up with a bang, and shouted with his waist: "The boss can do whatever he wants, just do it, don't ask." Sir, hurry up, we're all ready. ”

I'm not ready!

Tian Cuo looked at the direction of leaving the village, and deeply regretted that he shouldn't have seen the money open, and he couldn't get out of the thief's den.