Chapter 95 How to break up if you don’t like reading?
He opened the courtyard door, walked into his courtyard, and took off the wind lantern hanging on the courtyard wall for him to illuminate.
Chen Mou greeted Ying'er and Han'er who came out of the main room to greet him. He saw the light coming from the window of the side room and asked Ying'er who took the lantern with his eyes.
"Xu'er is still writing, she is not lazy."
Ying'er smiled and whispered back.
She and Han'er were doing needlework under the lamp in the hall, and they heard Xu'er muttering next door, obviously not writing until she fell asleep.
After hesitating for a moment, Ying'er felt that she still had to tell the young master, and said: "More than half an hour ago, after you went out, young master, Xu'er's state suddenly felt strange. It didn't look like she was pretending. Her face was so pale at that time.
Her blood is red, and there is a layer of cold sweat on her forehead. It is not yet her menstrual period. How about you help her take a look, sir, is she practicing too hard?"
Mr. Chen said "Oh", walked up the eaves steps and entered the main room.
He knocked on the door of the side room, opened the door and walked in.
Beginners who have just learned how to practice the exercises will easily make mistakes in their practice if they are eager for success.
Xu'er hurriedly put down the brush that she regarded as a hatred. She didn't know when there was a trace of ink fingerprints on her fair face. From being listless to pretending to be happy, she smiled very endearingly: "Young master, please wait a little longer for the incense, I'm sure
I can finish today’s homework.”
Chen Mou glanced at the few ink characters spread out from the table to the ground, and praised them duplicitously: "There is progress. The writing is more neat than yesterday, and there is no grid."
He really couldn't find a way to praise him.
First let the little guy relax, and then said: "Sit down, put your right hand on the table, and I will help you find your pulse."
Xu'er hurriedly sat down obediently, and Chen Mou also sat on another chair. He felt the pulse with three fingers and used his Yuan energy to explore for a long time. With his shallow medical skills, he found nothing wrong.
After asking for a while, Xu'er carefully explained her previous feelings of palpitations and panic.
Chen Mou noted this down. He turned around and looked through the book to find the reason. He stood up and told Xu'er to finish writing as soon as possible and take a rest.
Xu'er then stood up and said goodbye, her eyes turned, and under the light, her eyes were bright, and she asked tentatively: "Master, after finishing today's homework, can you tell me two more chapters of the 'Liao Zhai' story?"
Chen Mou suddenly raised his right hand as if to strike.
The little guy was so frightened that he backed away, chuckled again, and went to help the young master make the decision: "It's too late today, the young master can talk a few more chapters tomorrow, what's the rush?"
Chen Mou raised a smile at the corner of his mouth and ignored Xu'er's nonsense. When he walked out of the room, he saw Ying'er and Han'er who were sewing in the main room and looked at him eagerly, like two underfed kittens.
He said helplessly: "I will teach one more chapter tomorrow, so I will go to bed early."
The main room and the side room suddenly rang out with cheers from women, and flattering voices calling "Young Master is the best."
Chen Mou smiled and crossed the threshold and walked along the corridor to the west room.
In fact, he had already seen that the little guy didn't like reading in his bones. To use the old saying, he was not the material.
He can only use novel stories to arouse the interest of the little ones, which can be regarded as a way of motivation.
As a monk, you must be able to recognize characters and understand ancient books. Not only should you be full of poems and books, but you must also be able to read thousands of books after traveling thousands of miles, which will be of great help to your future enlightenment and breakthrough.
Fortunately, he has many novel stories in his stomach. After Liaozhai, there are also Journey to the West, Conferred Gods, etc.
To be his maid, the requirements should not be too low.
The next morning, Chen Mou watched Xu'er practice the exercises in the side room. After nine times, Xu'er's face was red and shiny, and her whole body was full of energy. He told Xu'er to rest for a while before going to the courtyard to practice the Glimpse Body Technique.
, promote the movement of Qi and blood.
He walked out of the room and was about to go into the west room to practice, when he heard faint voices coming from the west.
Chen Mou opened the door of his courtyard and came to the Mo Mansion next door, which had been deserted for several months. He saw that the sealed courtyard door was open, and inside there were many monks wearing foreign office uniforms, holding shovels, hoes and other tools in their hands, digging on the ground of the dilapidated house.
Dig.
He put his head in and touched the wall inside, leaving an inaudible breath mark.
"Hey, who are you? You dare to break into the courtyard where official business is being carried out? Are you a blind recruiter, or are you tired of living?"
When a monk noticed that an outsider was about to enter the yard, he put down his hoe, pointed at the stranger and shouted fiercely.
A middle-aged monk walked out of the study. When he saw the scolded man smiling apologetically and turning around to leave, he was so frightened that his face changed and he scolded the men in the hall: "Young lady is the one who is tired of living.
Why don’t you apologize to fellow Daoist Chen!”
I wish I could give that unfortunate elm head a hard knock.
Don't hold him back if you want to die. This man's identity... cannot be mentioned.
Chen Mou smiled and said: "No, no, I won't disturb you. Let's go."
With the monks behind him apologizing repeatedly, he left and came back in the evening to have a look. Just now, he took a surprised look and found that the peach tree in front of the kitchen door, which had been roasted until its leaves had withered and died, was back to life.
Without returning to his yard, he went to the street and walked into a shop selling array devices and array disks.
Considering that he was going to explore the foot of the cliff in another world, it might take a lot of time. If his senior brother came to look for him and he was not staying in the West Room quiet room, it would be easy to tell him at a glance.
He plans to buy a formation disk and activate the quiet room protection when going to other worlds to isolate himself from outside prying eyes.
Senior brother is not so bored that he has to break through the protection to check whether he is there or not.
Half an hour later, Chen Mou walked out of the shop. He spent five hundred spirit stones and had a set of Xiaosancai Formation Plates in his sleeves. This thing was relatively inexpensive, but if you wanted to use it, you would have to consume the spirit stones in a steady stream.
With his current net worth, he can already afford it.
After I went home and set up the formation board, I tried to start it for a trial. Xu'er's voice came from outside:
"Sir, please come out and have a meal."
After they sat around the table and finished their lunch, Xuer diligently made tea for the young master, and was so obedient as to pat his shoulders and back from behind.
The other two women moved quickly, taking away the leftovers and busy cleaning and cleaning. In less than a quarter of an hour, the three women were sitting in front of the young master.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Mr. Chen coughed, picked up a piece of gavel made of cotton wool, and started today's storytelling with "pop".
He no longer needed to use ancient books as props. He just let the horse rein in and told three chapters in a row. At a tense point in the plot, he said, "Let's listen to the explanation next time" to end today's story.
Xu'er pursed her lips and muttered dissatisfiedly: "Master, you do this every time, very unkind."
Ying'er had already stood up with a smile on her lips, and lightly kicked Han'er who was still sitting. It would be nice to have a story to listen to, and she dared to question her own master. The little guy lacked the punishment from his master.
"Oh, Master, I'm being kind today. I'll teach you how to recognize a few more new characters and let you write a few more ink characters?"
Chen Mou asked with a smile.
"Never."
Xuer ran away.
She would rather help cook in the kitchen or hoe the backyard and grow vegetables than read and write.
When she randomly opened a page of a book and saw densely packed ink characters that showed off their power to her, she would feel dizzy and doze off. As soon as she put down the book, she would immediately become full of energy and could go to the house to unveil the tiles.
The courtyard was so big, and she had no place to escape.
Chen Mou called Xu'er into the side room, taught her ten new words, demonstrated twice how to write according to the stroke order, explained today's reading and writing homework, and walked out the door.
"Sir, can I learn blacksmithing from you?"
Xu'er followed her out. After "intense" study, she had to rest for a while in the courtyard to have a buffer time before she could continue reading and writing, which was like torture.
She was actually very interested in blacksmithing. From time to time she would hear the young man knocking behind closed doors, and she had long wanted to learn it.
In the words of Ying'er's sister, she said, "It's hard to sit still because of the pointy butt."
"Oh, okay, can you lift a twenty-pound sledgehammer? Don't give up halfway because you're tired."
Chen Mou stood under the eaves and looked at the serious-looking little girl.
The lightest sledgehammer in his forge weighs twenty kilograms.
Speaking of which, he really needed a blacksmith helper. Otherwise, he would have to pull the bellows and do odd jobs every time. He had to do multiple jobs. He had already set up a formation board in the quiet room, and Xu'er couldn't walk in.
"No, no, I can now feed several people every day, and my strength is getting stronger day by day. I am not afraid of hardship."
Xu'er laughed so hard that her eyes disappeared. She looked at the young master's face and said tentatively: "If only I could learn less new words and write less ink characters..."
Chen Mou suppressed his smile, turned around and left, not allowing any bargaining.
"I agreed. You can do whatever you want. Don't be angry. I was joking... Master, I will follow you to blacksmith tomorrow. It's settled."
Xu'er hurriedly caught up to rescue him.
The young master is good at everything, but he is too stingy with her when it comes to reading and writing.
How can she break up if she doesn't want to read and write?
Why don't you take the top prize in the female examination, learn so many mind-consuming words, and read so many heart-breaking books?