It was also time to get off work, and Ji Xuelan and Widow Xie put down their work and came over from the backyard.

The two praised the piece of paper that Ji Mingfang had written, although they couldn't tell whether it was good or bad.

Ji Mingfang was unprecedentedly happy today, his face was red and at a loss when he was praised, so he casually found an excuse and went home first.

After he left, Widow Xie didn't stay long.

However, Ji Xuelan was not in a hurry to leave, took Ji Yu's hand, and suddenly her eyes turned red.

"Xiaoyu, thank you...... Really, really thank you......"

Ji Yu knew what she was referring to.

"We don't need to say that."

"No, you don't know...... I haven't seen Ming Fang so happy in years. ”

Although he was happy on the day he came to work in the workshop, that kind of happiness and today's heartfelt happiness can be seen by anyone who is not blind.

Ji Xuelan didn't know how Ji Yu did it.

In the morning, the two of them went to the town together, and Ji Xuelan, who guessed some of the inside information, couldn't give up all morning, if it wasn't for Widow Xie mentioning it on the side, she would have almost made a big mistake several times.

When the two finally came back from the town, Ji Xuelan wanted to ask but didn't dare to ask, so she stayed home until noon.

Halfway through, it was Ji Mingfang who opened his mouth first.

He said his leg was completely gone.

His expression was calm, and not the kind of pretended calm.

On the contrary, Ji Xuelan was sad, and turned her back and shed tears.

I secretly wonder in my heart that God doesn't open his eyes, Ming Fang has suffered so much and suffered so many sins, why can't he give him a little hope? Even a little bit will do.

Ji Mingfang comforted her for a long time, and Ji Xuelan relieved herself and was both relieved and puzzled.

I don't know what happened in the town in the first half of the day, Ji Mingfang has carried the burden of so many years, and it seems that he really let go.

Until Ji Mingfang revealed his idea of saving money to study.

"Sister, I've calculated, twenty wen a day, six hundred wen a month, half for the family, I keep half, so that in a year, I can save three taels at least. Save for two or three years, and then I can go to the village school. I don't read much, I read it for a year or two, I know all the words, I know what it means, so I retire and study by myself while working at home. ”

When he said this, his eyes were glowing, and his whole person looked radiant - not for the purpose of the imperial examination, but because of the love in his heart, he wanted to study.

"If you hadn't enlightened him, he wouldn't have known where to go...... You give him money to start work, and let Dabao teach him to write, I really don't know how to ......"

Ji Yu interrupted Ji Xuelan's words of gratitude.

"Cousin, you're really welcome, in fact, I didn't help much. This road has always been in his heart, but in the past it was covered by obstacles, and now the obstacles are gone, and his eyes are clear and his heart is clear, which is a happy thing, as for how to go in the future and where he can go, it still depends on himself.

Let Dabao teach him is indeed for Dabao's good, he usually doesn't have a playmate, he is always locked in the house, in case he develops an introverted temperament, he won't be worried in the future. I'm going to send him to the village school next year, and he's happy that he's going to get used to getting along with people in advance, and that he's going to be able to get over the addiction of being a master. ”

Dabao "......" who is not very happy

Seeing Ji Xuelan away, Ji Yu rubbed Dabao's head, and then pulled her right hand and pinched his wrist for him, "Are you tired?" It's sour. ”

Dabao's face turned cloudy, but he still squeezed out two words with a little disgust, "He's stupid." ”

Ji Yu pinched his face, "Stinky boy, don't talk about people like that, he is my cousin and your cousin." Didn't you also draw ghost talismans when you first learned, didn't my sister dislike you? Be more patient, teach how to read first, then teach how to write, and at the same time explain the meaning clearly, you will do well today, remember all the words you have said, teach decently, and make persistent efforts tomorrow. ”

Dabao pursed his mouth, "I'm faster than him." ”

Ji Yu couldn't cry or laugh, and was defeated by his competitiveness.

"Okay, okay, Dabao is the best! It's too late tonight, make do with the noodles, and make something delicious for you tomorrow, can you treat our awesome little master? ”

Dabao turned his face to the side, a little arrogant and awkward, and finally stopped talking.

When the meal was ready, Ji Yu went to the earthen house as usual to deliver food to the homeless.

In fact, she had planned to send some food to the homeless man, so that he could fire himself, and save himself from running around.

But if you think about it, it's a bit worthless for him to fire alone, it's not enough to do less, it's a waste to do more, and in the end, forget it.

When she got to the earthen hut and put down the food basket, and was about to leave, the homeless man called out to her and handed over two books.

One is a sample book, and the other is a ......

Ji Yu frowned slightly, put down the book and grabbed his wrist, wrapped his fingers with his other hand, and rotated it several angles.

"How's it going, is there any stretching and discomfort?"

She didn't expect that the homeless man actually copied the book.

It's nothing to copy it down, it's not much.

The words on the key are like those written by people with good hands, and if you don't look closely, you can hardly see the difference.

There are also fonts.

Ji Yu had seen the traces drawn by the branches in the yard, and judged that his glyphs should belong to the kind of iron hook silver paintings, which seemed to be wild, but in fact they were deep and introverted.

But Ji Yu told him that copying books must be in a decent font.

The homeless man wrote it down, and now the whole book does not bear the slightest trace of himself.

It's hard to do, and when you write, you don't know how hard your hands have to handle.

"How many times have I told you that moderate labor is fine, but not overloaded, why don't you listen?"

The homeless man's gaze fell on his hands on his wrists, his eyelashes flashed slightly, and he did not argue.

Ji Yu was angry and helpless, and wanted to turn out the remaining medicine bag before to give him a hot compress, but as soon as she let go of her wrist, she was held by the homeless man's right hand.

"There's no pulling, there's no discomfort, you...... Don't worry, I'm measured and only write a few pages a day. ”

It's good to be measured, but ......

Ji Yu pointed to the hands that the two were clinging to, "Can you let go?" ”

The homeless man's hand was very large, like a fan, and covered with calluses, Ji Yu's hand was completely wrapped in his palm, it hurt a little, and there was an indescribable strange feeling.

She tried to struggle, but she didn't move.

The homeless man glanced at her, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, and he paused before slowly relaxing his strength.

Seeing that Ji Yu withdrew her hand, she unconsciously rubbed her back behind her, and the arc that had just risen suddenly fell again, and there was a faint tendency to sink.

"I'm sorry."

These two words are hard, and no matter how you hear them, you don't mean to be sorry.

However, Ji Yu didn't take this subtle emotional change to heart.

"It's not in the way, how can people take care of those when they're in a hurry."

Ji Yu classified the action of holding hands as a move in a hurry, and the homeless man stiffened his face and did not speak.

Ji Yu opened the book and flipped through it, praising it while reading.

"It's amazing to be able to write like this in a short period of time with a broken hand, I knew I would have asked you to teach my cousin...... But no, you're leaving......"

The homeless man's lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but before he exited, he changed his attention again, and only let Ji Yu continue to send books.

Ji Yu nodded, although it took nearly a month to copy this one, but he was idle anyway, and he didn't say when he would leave, so it was good to find him something to do.

"As long as you continue to maintain your proportions, I will continue to pick up jobs for you from the bookstore, and you can save some money to be entangled......"

The homeless corrects her "money for you." ”

Ji Yu thought to herself, that's not all the same, give me the money, I still have to prepare for you when you leave.

deliberately scolded the homeless man, "That's okay, all the money you earn from copying books after that will belong to me, don't regret it." ”

The homeless man looked into her eyes and said seriously, "No regrets." ”

Ji Yu was surprised, but she didn't expect the homeless man to look fierce and vicious, and he gave people a cold heart, and he was still a kind person.

It made her a little unsure of what to do for a while.

"Ahem, this...... Let's talk about it later, you eat first. ”

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Chapter 295: No Regrets