Lu Pan held a piece of paper in his hand.

On the paper were crooked words, which read:

Raw gypsum becomes mature gypsum, the cooked gypsum is stirred with water to form a paste, and the chalk-style model is poured to solidify.

There is also a chalkboard eraser and the process of making chalkboards.

The blackboard production is also very worried about marking the parentheses, and the lacquer is the black lacquer used to write bamboo slips in books.

He folded the paper and looked back at the blackboard, where there were many words written on it, all in the girl's handwriting.

stepped forward and seriously looked at the circles drawn and the key words in the circles.

Lu Pan picked up a piece of chalk, learned from Song Fuling's appearance when explaining, and with a thumb of his thumb, he broke a piece of chalk and flicked it casually.

"Huh." Lu Pan looked at most of the chalk in his hand and couldn't help but chuckle.

Don't think he didn't see it, every time the girl was slower in his calculations, although her face was smiling, and her mouth was softly saying that she was not in a hurry, she would use force in her hand to break a piece of chalk.

Lu Pan picked up the chalk eraser and slowly erased the words that Song Lingling left on the blackboard.

I never thought that I would talk so much to a twelve or thirteen-year-old woman.

I never thought that a woman would be able to learn arithmetic to the extent that she could tell him the answer in the blink of an eye with just mental arithmetic.

Zhong Lingyu is beautiful and very smart.

It made him feel intelligent, not only in arithmetic, but also in the breadth of the girl's mind through ordinary speech, and she was interested in some men who would not even mention it.

And this girl can play better than him.

Playing with paint, dyeing sawdust, making dim sum models, making colorful fireworks, and other things he may not know yet.

Playing with plaster, playing with playing can make sand tables, can make chalk.

Yes, on the way to escape, she can make an explosion with quicklime.

Then?

Lu Pan looked at the blackboard and squinted, and the scene of seeing Song Lingling for the first time came to his mind.

He stood, and she shrunk to her knees.

He asked her questions, and she lifted her dirty little face, and seemed to glance at him, and then threw herself at his feet without warning.

Lu Pan refused to recall Song Fuling's appearance at the beginning, because he really couldn't put the girl who escaped from the wilderness, the girl who was thrown into the pigsty, and the pig would dislike the dirty girl, which coincided with today's Song Poria.

Although, what she is wearing today is really too much for him to say.

But strangely enough, when she spoke, he listened intently, focusing only on the look on her face.

The smiling face was strongly suppressed: Why are you so stupid, why are you so slow, don't you understand? Why are you worse than my five-year-old Mi Shou's comprehension ability, it is estimated that there should be more than these few words that dislike him in my heart, and there are many more.

is disliked, or disliked by a twelve-year-old girl.

The first time Lu Pan tasted this taste today, it was usually because he suppressed his disgust for others.

Does this taste weird?

Well, it's not bad.

It's fresh.

After putting the blackboard eraser away, Lu Pan turned around and came to the window, looked at the flower corridor outside, and thought:

The environment provided by Song Fusheng is still slightly worse.

If Song Fuling could be like his sisters, the family would have invited all kinds of gentlemen, and there would be a library.

It is possible for her to write, paint, or make small things without thinking about the cost of money, without worrying about how many snacks to make every day to relieve the family's worries, and to do what she rarely does.

Lu Pan smiled in his eyes: Perhaps, she can play more tricks and have a better time.

Lu Pan regretted that Song Fusheng's family conditions were poor and could not provide Song Fuling with a better life.

Shunzi, who hurried all the way to the yard, complained in his heart that Song Fusheng was really used to his daughter, he was too used to it.

What's going on.

This is not Shunzi is responsible for sending Song Fuling and them back, Song Fuling said that she would not go back, and she would not stop at the cake shop, but would go to Xie Fuchun.

Song Fuling in Shunzi's eyes, after entering Xie Fuchun, her eyes were shining, that was not enough, looking at those bells and whistles, she couldn't put it down.

Junko thought that he was absolutely right at the time, and the Poria girl's eyes said "buy it if you want to".

Then he saw that everyone was like this, alas, the peasant girl likes it, but how can she be rich, although I heard that Song Fusheng made a lot of money by pouring chili sauce, but it is impossible to give his daughter too much money, right? There are so many places to spend money.

Junzi thinks about it, then it's up to him to say it, I like it so much, buy it.

stepped forward and said, Miss Poria, you have helped a lot today, what are you like, you should be so polite as a return gift.

Well, he also revealed his meaning, it's okay to buy more.

I thought: Anyway, it's not that he spends money, so go back to the young master to report the account.

Miss Poria was probably surprised that he hadn't left yet, and as if to get him off quickly, she poured out the silver from a small satchel with a strange style.

A shiny hand of silver: "I have money, you go back quickly." ”

And then there was a scene where Junko was worried.

He was all inking in his heart:

Song Fusheng, what kind of family is you?

If you give your daughter a piece of silver, you will not give it to your daughter, but you will give it ten taels or twenty taels.

More money than the No. 1 entourage next to me, the young master, has more money in his pocket.

No matter how much money you make, your house has not been built, the land is also wasteland, and the family does not take advantage of one acre of fertile land to settle down, and there are many places to spend money everywhere. Will you live? Are you too used to your daughter?

You have to sell how much chili sauce and garlic you have to sell to earn more than 20 taels of silver.

Miss Song also dared to spend it, and I don't know how much she bought in Xie Fuchun in the end. He was chased away and didn't see it.

And Miss Poria cocos, the security in the city is not particularly good.

You're putting so much money in your crossbody bag, at least you have to keep it in front of you, right? How can you put your bag in the back and put it on, and you are not afraid of being cut and walked away when you go.

Lu Pan looked at Junzi in surprise, how did he come back?

Junzi hurriedly replied: "Back to the young master, Miss Poria said that she finally came to the city, and she wanted to go for a walk, so she had to send her back, and said that she would go to the dim sum shop after walking with Baozhu, and she would go to the house with her grandmother." ”

"Oh." Lu Pan is packing up his things.

You have to take the blackboard chalk with you to the Ministry of Justice, that is, the department that specializes in the management of military map files. He's going to teach those fools, how to calculate, how to make.

Junko glanced at Lu Pan, held back her words, and thought:

Young master, although you must know everything you want me to do, I know that you must not like to listen to the narration that Miss Poria goes to Xie Fuchun and wants to buy everything.

I'm afraid that the little one said, you will still think that I am troublesome, and it is not normal for the girl to buy a rouge gouache? What if you buy them all? If you don't like me, let me go out and get ten boards.

So while helping Junzi clean up, she said tentatively:

"Young master, aren't those guys planting garlic? I heard that after this stubble is cut, it will be replanted, oh, it is garlic.

But as far as the kid knows, it's going to be the New Year, and the price of garlic is extremely expensive recently, and it's very difficult to buy.

This time, the Poria girl came to help, and in terms of returning the gift, the small one thought that it should be practical, should it be Zhuangzi? ”

Lu Pan put away the small blackboard and said without taking it seriously: "Send someone to send it." ”

"Okay, young master."