"Uncle Wu, I'll finish reading this book, and I'll send it back to you!" Li Jinfeng said.

She was really embarrassed to get the sky-high stamps and let her take the villain book again.

"What to send, this is for you, it is yours, if you don't want it, you carry all your things back, I don't want it!"

The old man has a very stubborn temper, and he has the meaning that Li Jinfeng will not accept these things from him, so he will be anxious with Li Jinfeng.

Li Jinfeng was helpless and moved.

He looked at Professor Wu gratefully.

Seeing this, Professor Wu's tone instantly softened, "Girl, remember, don't take back what I gave you." Whether it's these books, or something else in the future. When you read these books, when you encounter words you don't know, you copy them according to what I say, and when you encounter sentences that you don't understand, you copy them in the same way. Professor Wu said.

"Do you have pen and paper?" Professor Wu asked again.

Before Li Jinfeng could answer, he turned around and went into the house, took a pen, a bottle of ink, and a notebook with a woolen leather case, and handed it to Li Jinfeng.

Professor Wu did this, firstly, to let Li Jinfeng practice calligraphy, and secondly, to learn better.

If there is still a chance, he must teach everything he knows to the little girl in front of him.

"Uncle Wu, will you go back to the provincial capital to teach in the future?" Li Jinfeng asked suddenly.

From the bottom of her heart, she didn't really want Professor Wu to go back to teaching, at least ...... Don't go while that happens.

If you are implicated, what a sin you will suffer.

The question asked by Li Jinfeng was also considered by Professor Wu himself.

But when you think of his body, answering this question now is a paradox.

If he died, how would he go to the provincial capital?

"Girl, I'll tell you nothing, I haven't decided yet, whether I want to go back to the provincial capital or not!" Professor Wu said bluntly.

"Uncle Wu, I know what I said is a bit offensive, but can you not go back to the provincial capital to teach?" Li Jinfeng looked at Professor Wu and said what was in his heart.

"Your body hasn't gotten better, if it's schistosomiasis, it's best to take care of it, it's best to raise it for ten or eight years." Li Jinfeng said.

I didn't feel offended Professor Wu, but I felt that Li Jinfeng had something to say.

"Girl, my opinion, I will consider it!" Professor Wu said.

"Good!"

Li Jinfeng said everything he could.

Going deeper, it's not good for anyone.

Professor Wu gave her a lot of books, which were wrapped in a sack by Professor Wu, which was a sack.

There are so many books, if Li Jinfeng is alone, he will directly stuff it into the space.

But Professor Wu is here, and she has to carry these books to a place where no one is around.

But it was too embarrassing for her.

"Or ...... I'll pick it up next time? This time, just a little bit? Li Jinfeng asked consultatively.

"Do you know how to ride a bike?" Professor Wu asked.

Li Jinfeng: "??? ”

"I do have an old bicycle that I picked up from the thrift market when I came here, and you can use it to transport your books."

Even if it is an old product, in this era, it is also a polite object, and it is a county with poor material conditions.

Professor Wu also likes to keep a low profile, and since then, he has not ridden it.

This time, in order to transport the sack of books, he took the initiative to donate his bicycle.

Li Jinfeng didn't refuse, she actually needed a pretense, a pretense to get things out.

As long as no one noticed, she shoved things into the space.

It's safe.