"Okay!", Liu Lihua was excited when she heard it, her eyes were shining, she was obviously very excited, she squinted at Mu Zhengyang, and said confidently, "Your Nanshan Liquor Industry is a leather bag company, I will make it for you, and take the old and young masters of our Zhangshu Village to get rich together!"

It is said that the area of Zhangshu Village is very large, but the population is sparse than ordinary villages, but basically they are all related to each other, and there is an old man Mu Qingfeng before, and everyone gets along very well.

Mu Zhengyang got the old man's legacy, and it was also appropriate to give back to the big family.

Liu Lihua is definitely a leader in the action, and after getting off the bus, she didn't go home, but first went to the village committee to discuss the establishment of a distillery with Mu Dahai.

Mu Zhengyang returned to Nanshan Academy with the sack on his shoulder, thinking in his heart that Sun Xiaosheng had been hungry for a day, and he must have screamed 'oh' when he saw him.

But after entering the door, the room was unusually quiet, and Sun Xiaosheng was nowhere to be found.

"Did you run out?", Mu Zhengyang thought suspiciously.

Although Sun Xiaosheng was only born for about 20 days, he grew bigger and bigger day by day, and his actions became more agile day by day.

But he usually sleeps in the nest of the academy and never walks out of the gate of the academy.

"I guess I'm too hungry, so I'm going out to find something to eat!"

Mu Zhengyang suddenly thought of a possibility, and had an ominous premonition in his heart, so he hurried to his vegetable patch.

The vegetable patch is on the side of the academy, and cucumbers, watermelons, and tomatoes are planted.

Since the time of planting, Mu Zhengyang has been watering with the nectar of the jade net bottle with water, and over time it has slowly mutated.

Ordinary cucumber seedlings are put on shelves after growing vines, but these cucumber seedlings grow straight, like emerald green bamboo, and the tips of the thin branches are also hung with turquoise cucumbers.

Tomatoes, on the other hand, grow like vines.

Mu Zhengyang didn't bother to take care of them, but the tomato vine spread to the cedar tree next to the vegetable patch by itself, and the long and straight trunk was wrapped like a vine, and it had already produced bright red fruit the size of a baby's fist.

The watermelon is still vine-like, but the leaves grow as big as lotus leaves, and the fruit bears at the end of the petiole.

When Mu Zhengyang rushed to the field, Sun Xiaosheng was holding a huge modification in his arms, his whole head was buried in the watermelon and gnawed, the red juice flowed on the golden hair, and there were still the remains of cucumbers and tomatoes on the ground, and even a few tomato vines were torn off and fell to the ground.

The scene is very messy, but it is full of the fragrance of melons and fruits.

After Sun Xiaosheng found out that Mu Zhengyang was coming, he held the remaining half of the mutilated watermelon, lifted it up and handed it to Mu Zhengyang.

"Wow......"

The dark round eyes were bright and spirited, seemingly free of impurities, full of spirituality.

The melons and fruits in this vegetable field have not yet fully matured.

Mu Zhengyang himself hadn't eaten it yet, but he was spoiled by Sun Xiaosheng first, and he was still a little angry, but he could see Sun Xiaosheng's eyes, but he was not angry.

The watermelon brought by Sun Xiaosheng was the size of a basketball, and although the sac inside was still white and red, you could feel the cool air from a distance.

Mu Zhengyang smiled helplessly: "You are really worthy of the name Sun Xiaosheng, the Monkey King made a big fuss in Pan Taoyuan, you Sun Xiaosheng made a mess of my vegetable field, but it's rare that you still have this heart!"

Meantime.

Mu Zhengyang also sighed in his heart, Sun Xiaosheng is indeed talented, this wisdom is probably similar to a one- or two-year-old baby, took the watermelon handed over by Sun Xiaosheng, Mu Zheng did not eat it himself, but broke it and returned it to Sun Xiaosheng, he silently sorted out the vegetable patch, and left with Sun Xiaosheng.

On the banks of the Daxi River, in the willow pavilion.

The girl packed up her things and returned home, still thinking about what happened after she met Mu Zhengyang, and her expression seemed a little dazed.

There is an old man at home who is watering the flowers with a kettle, and if Mu Zhengyang is present, he will definitely be able to recognize this old man, it is Zhao Yushi, who went to the mountains to find him a few days ago.

Zhao Yushi saw that the girl looked sullen, put down the kettle in his hand, and smiled at the girl kindly: "Who made our family Shi Ran angry? Tell grandpa, grandpa will help you!"

Zhao Shiran held his cheeks and asked Zhao Yushi very seriously: "Grandpa, am I really a calligraphy prodigy?"

Zhao Yushi was stunned for a moment, and said casually: "Of course, your attainments in calligraphy can be compared with many old gentlemen who have practiced calligraphy for many years, and it is entirely possible to continue to specialize in it to become a school of its own, and there will be an extremely rare female calligrapher in the calligraphy world in the future!"

If he hadn't seen Mu Zhengyang's words, Zhao Yushi would even say that Zhao Shiran was the most talented person in calligraphy he had ever seen, and in fact, before he had seen Mu Zhengyang, Zhao Yushi had always thought so, but unfortunately until that day, he saw those words in the wastepaper basket of Nanshan Academy in Wangriya......

Zhao Shiran took out the "Yongliu" he wrote in the pavilion and gave it to Zhao Yushi, and said, "Grandpa, how do you see my handwriting?"

Zhao Yushi was relieved to see Zhao Shiran's words, and praised: "Very wonderful, the book is designed to convey the spirit, you go to the Daxi River to watch the willow trees by the river to practice calligraphy, and you have indeed gained something, this character has the taste of wicker dancing in the wind, it is already considered to be the best grade, and it is even more rare that you have this level at this age, grandpa is far inferior to you!"

If it was before, Zhao Shiran would have been very happy to hear her grandfather praise her like this, but now she couldn't laugh, and took out the one where Mu Zhengyang wrote two words from a pile of papers, and asked, "Grandpa, look at these two words again!"

"These two words are beautifully written, and the 'Zhang Dian Su Madness' is vividly embodied, and this is also what your teacher Professor Fu wrote for you? He is indeed a first-class calligrapher in the world!", Zhao Yushi heard Zhao Shiran say several times, and what taught her in Lu Mei was Fu Xinyi, who had the title of 'Kanto Ghost Hand', who was younger than him, but he had heard of Fu Xinyi's name for a long time, but after a closer look, he didn't feel right, and asked puzzledly, "Hey, judging from this ink, it seems to be newly written, and it is indeed obtained." The true meaning of Zhang Diansu's madness, but it is somewhat different from Fu Xinyi's! Who wrote this?"

Zhao Shiran said with a slight wrinkle: "I don't believe it if I tell you!" I was practicing calligraphy in the pavilion by the Daxi River, and suddenly a young man with a sack came, I thought he didn't know calligraphy, but he just wanted to talk, so he deliberately asked him to comment on the "Yongliu" I wrote, but who expected that he not only commented on the Tao, but also said that my two words were not very reasonable, and these two words were written by him! The key is that he also said that he only practiced calligraphy as an amateur, and had no professional training or teacher!