In the next few days, Jiang Fuyuan buried himself on the desk every day and concentrated on the research and development of Fu Seal.

People in this world can't fly with swords, except for walking on two legs, they rely on mules, horses, and livestock to pull carts, and most of the drivers need to keep their eyes on the direction to prevent the animals from getting lost.

The guide for orientation must be popular.

The woman who washes the laundry every day is very hard, and if the children in the house are naughty and stained with dirt that is not easy to wash, the cleaning will be even more difficult.

How about the Clothes Purifier? As long as you mix the talisman ash with the soap horn, even the most stubborn stains can be easily removed.

Which teenager doesn't love to be pretty? Which girl doesn't have spring? A beauty charm that can radiate the face is also the best choice for beauty lovers......

Jiang Fuyuan's mind moved slightly, restraining the power of the runes attached to each talisman, and trying to ensure that each talisman was only enough to be used once.

If every talisman can be used unlimitedly, how can she make money by selling talismans?

What's more, she doesn't have that strong ability to create long-term or high-level spells now, and according to the experience of this time, drawing twenty talismans a day is already her limit.

If the symbols of various functions are drawn together, there will be fewer successes, and it will take effort to switch the charms.

After drawing the last beauty charm of the day, Jiang Fuyuan breathed a long sigh of relief, stretched his waist, and made a stiff "click" sound from his sedentary lumbar spine.

A glass of white water was in her hand.

Ke Mingsong didn't know when he came to her room, standing behind the side without saying a word, Jiang Fuyuan didn't even notice it.

She took a sip of the cup, the water was lukewarm, moisturizing her mouth, and after swallowing, it soothed her spleen and stomach well.

"Thank you, Dawa."

beckoned, motioning for Ke Mingsong to come to her side.

Eat well and sleep well, the cub seems to have grown a little taller recently.

The table was in his abdomen, and he could already see everything on the table as he stood there.

Ke Mingsong looked at the desktop covered with yellow paper, and then looked at Jiang Fuyuan who couldn't hide his tired eyebrows.

“…… Auntie, I can help you write. ”

Jiang Fukite: !!

"Big baby, do you say it again?"

Ke Mingsong thought she hadn't heard clearly, and repeated: "I can help you write." ”

"It's not this sentence, go further!"

“…… Auntie? ”

It's not easy, she Jiang Fukite has been here for so long, and finally heard these two words from the mouth of the cub!

She had to restrain herself from smiling too obviously, lest the tsundere baby become angry.

It's a pity that it failed.

In the reflection of Ke Mingsong's big black eyes, she saw herself grinning and smirking.

"Hey, hey, hey...... Why is the baby so good......"

Ke Mingsong: ......

"Big baby scream again?"

Hongxia climbed up the white and tender skin of the cub at a speed visible to the naked eye, and Jiang Fuyuan felt that what she was holding was not a tsundere puppy, but a small fairy peach with thin skin and thick flesh......

Tsk, I really want to take a bite on the big cub's face.

But if you keep teasing, Xiao Xiantao is about to blow herself up.

Jiang Fuyuan stroked the cub's stupid hair fiercely and said: "A-Niang knows that you are good, but this is not something you can write......"

After a pause, she remembered the last time the bazaar cub had counted the accounts.

"Dawa, have you ever been to school?"

Ke Mingsong covered his head with both hands, and tried to pull the stupid hair that was kneaded to the ground: "No, but my father taught me literacy and arithmetic before." ”

Thinking that Jiang Fuyuan didn't let him help because he couldn't write, Ke Mingsong hurriedly said: "I know a lot of words, I can read the books that my father brought back before, and I can be silent......"

It's just that those books were eventually burned by my grandmother as firewood.

can write and calculate, and teach these to the children, it seems that her cheap husband is not a simple farmer......

Jiang Fuyuan looked at Ke Mingsong thoughtfully.

At a young age, the eldest baby can remember so many things, and it is a reading material.

She remembered the last time she visited the bazaar, she heard someone mention that there was a private school in Qingshui Town, and the master in it seemed to be overlifted or something, and seemed to be very respected.

Thinking of this, she turned her head and asked Ke Mingsong: "Big baby, do you want to study?" ”

Of course he wanted to, but he knew that studying was expensive, expensive.

Pen, ink, paper, inkstone, books, each of which is a big hole for swallowing money.

Moreover, if you go to a private school, you will not have time to help the family, and ordinary farmers will not let a laborer who is about to grow up to go to school.

Ke Mingsong pinched the hem of his clothes with his small hands, clenched and let go, let go and clenched tightly, and was speechless for a long time.

A soft hand caressed his furrowed little brow.

"Don't worry, I'm very good at your aunt." Jiang Fuyuan saw the entanglement in the cub's heart.

This baby is mature and sensitive, which makes people feel distressed.

She said softly, "You just have to think about whether you want to study or not, if you do, let's go tomorrow." ”

Perhaps it was the courage that such a gentle touch brought him, Ke Mingsong finally let go of his little hand and nodded.

"Auntie, I want to study."

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In the early morning of the next day, the sky was dawning, and Jiang Fukite took the two cubs to Qingshui Town to meet the rising sun.

Fortunately, she thought that she would often go to the market to set up a stall anyway, so she directly bought the villagers' mule carts.

At this moment, in the bamboo basket of the mule cart loaded with objects, there were eighteen large eggs with green shells just laid by the pheasants, which were covered with thick straw to prevent bumping.

There is also a stack of pastries tied with red string and ten large live carp skewered together.

The carp was tied up from the river by Xiaopang with a long tongue overnight, and Rao was the two cubs who were accustomed to the existence of the little fairy, and their eyes were round when they saw the ten fish twisting each other and floating into the house.

Floating fish in the air in the middle of the night or something, it's still too scary.

When I arrived in Qingshui, most of the shops on the street were open.

Some of the townspeople already remembered Jiang Fuyuan, and when they saw her driving a mule cart, they stepped forward to talk.

"Hexagram lady, why are you going so early? Is there any indication from your family Immortal Venerable? ”

Jiang Fuyuan replied with a smile: "We are going to the private school, this lady, do you know how to go to the private school in the town?" ”

Hearing that she was going to Qingshui Private School, the eldest lady stopped what she was doing and asked with a little hesitation, "Are you going to the private school...... Did someone ask you to go? ”

Please?

She is not familiar with the place, what does the private school ask her to do?

Jiang Fuyuan shook her head: "No, it's my eldest baby who is going to study." ”

When the eldest lady heard this, she took a breath of turbidity, patted her chest and said, "Studying?" Good to study, good to study...... I was scared to death, I thought Shimizu Private School was really ......"

Halfway through the words, she swallowed it back, raised her eyes and smiled embarrassedly and said, "There is a private school in our town, called Qingshui Private School, you walk along this road all the way, and when you see the tofu shop, turn left, and walk for a moment or so." ”

"Okay, thank you, auntie."

Jiang Fuyuan thanked him and walked along the path pointed out by the eldest mother.

In her original world, in addition to looking at the talent of the root bones, the immortal worshipper also has to present a large number of high-level spirit stones or magic weapons, worship ordinary teachers, and also need to prepare a sumptuous apprenticeship.

Thinking that it would be the same in this world, she bought a fresh pork leg along the way, and bought a few good horses, a bag of fresh fruits and a load of rice cakes, so that the not spacious mule cart was left with room for three people to sit on top of each other.

According to what the eldest lady said, after turning the tofu shop for a while, I saw a white wall enclosing several Wuwa houses into a square courtyard, and a double-pushed wooden door was opened in the middle, with a plaque on it, and the four big characters of "Qingshui Private School" were neatly written.

It's just that the wooden door is closed, Jiang Fuyuan listens attentively, and the courtyard is quiet, and there is no sound of reading.

"It's not school yet?"

Looking up at the sun hanging high, she dismissed the speculation.

Scholars are most diligent and hardworking, and they should get up to study when the rooster crows three times, and there is no reason why they still don't go to school when the sun is shining.

"That'...... Isn't it a coincidence that today is Xiu Mu? ”

Just as he was thinking about it, the wooden door of the private school was pushed open from the inside, and there was a long "squeak"