Splendid peasant girl busy farming

4894 - Strange communication

At night, the Luo family.

"Did Jingling eat at night?" Blacksmith Luo asked Wang Cuilian.

Wang Cuilian shook her head: "I don't know, it's the baby who is with him, and she brought him the food at night."

Blacksmith Luo said: "Jing Ling seems to be quite obedient to our baby, so I think he can eat a few mouthfuls."

Zuo Junmo suddenly said: "Uncle Luo, I have a heartless request, and I hope you can agree."

"Jun Mo, we are all on our own, as long as I can do it, it's a matter of one sentence." Blacksmith Luo said with a simple and honest smile.

Zuo Junmo said: "I'm taking the baby to my house to watch the Lantern Festival lanterns this time. I want to keep her at my house for a while longer."

"To be honest, this kid Jingling has been back for more than two months, and he is not close to anyone. I have never heard him speak, let alone play with children of the same age in Zuojiazhuang."

"But this trip to Changping Village, he is very close to the baby, so I want the baby to stay with me and be a company with Jingling."

"I know this request is a little too much, after all, the baby is the jewel in your palm, but..."

Blacksmith Luo smiled and interrupted Zuo Junmo: "Jun Mo, you don't need to explain so much, your aunt and I know what you want to say. Is it Cuilian?"

Wang Cuilian next to her nodded with a smile.

Blacksmith Luo went on to say: "This matter, whether it's us or Mrs. Xian, we can't make a decision. You have to ask the baby yourself. If she agrees, we won't say anything!"

Zuo Junmo nodded. If he actually said this, he would be confident in persuading Luo Baobao to live in Zuo's house.

"Jing Ling has never studied in Yangzhou before. After I picked him up last time, I originally wanted to send him to elementary school. He is already over seven years old. By this year, he should be eight years old. But he ran back after only staying in the school in Zhuangzi for a whole day, and then he couldn't die."

"My mother doted on him, and she didn't force her, so she invited her husband to teach him at home, and she has been teaching him for more than two months."

"This time the baby will go there together, and I will arrange for the two of them to study together, what do you think?" Zuo Junmo asked again.

Blacksmith Luo smiled and said, "Since playing, you can continue to study, it's a good thing."

"By the way, Jun Mo, my baby has been forced to learn boxing and kicking skills by her cruel father since she was a child. Every morning, she has to do horseback riding. Where is your Jingling?"

Zuo Junmo smiled slightly, "Jing Ling is also learning."

Although Jing Ling's biological mother was the one Zuo Junmo didn't want to mention the most, and he couldn't even remember the woman's appearance clearly, it was an indisputable fact that Jing Ling had his blood flowing through him.

In the future, everything about the Zuo family, whether it is family property, connections, various resources, or the inheritance of the Mo family for hundreds of years, will be handed over to Jing Ling by Zuo Junmo.

Therefore, literacy and hyphenation, and kung fu with fists and feet are the most basic.

Hearing that the Zuo family raised their children in a similar way to their own, Luo Tiejiang and Wang Cuilian were not at ease.

What's more, it's boring for the baby to be alone at home, now it's great to study and practice martial arts with Jing Ling!

In the backyard, in Jingling's guest room.

Luo Baobao was holding a bowl of food in his hand, and there was a chicken leg on top of the rice, coaxing Jing Ling to eat it.

However, tonight's Jingling was very uncooperative. No matter what Luo Baobao said or did, he just hugged the quilt and looked at her quietly. In his dark eyes, there was a depth that did not match his age.

"Jingling, what's the matter with you? Why don't you eat? Is there something on your mind?" Luo Baobao was also a little discouraged and asked.

Jing Ling still didn't speak.

Luo Baobao is a little angry, she has never coaxed anyone in this way since she grew up, she has always been coaxed by others.

"Okay, since you don't want to eat, then I won't force you, you have a good rest, and I'm leaving too."

Luo Baobao said, and then stood up, but when he turned around, a small hand grabbed the corner of his clothes.

It's Jingling.

He was looking up at her, his eyes seemed to have something to express, but his lips were tightly drawn into a line.

"Is there anything you want to tell me?" Luo Baobao asked.

Jing Ling nodded.

Luo Baobao looked at him and suddenly had an idea, "Wait a minute."

Immediately, she came to the table, put down the rice bowl, turned around and searched in the drawer.

Soon, she found a carbon pen, added a piece of paper, and returned to the bed.

"If you are too lazy to talk, just say what you want to say?" Luo Baobao said.

Jing Ling picked up the carbon pen and looked at it curiously.

"Is it different from the writing brush we usually use? Haha, this is my mother's pen. It is very convenient for writing. You can try it." Luo Baobao said.

Jing Ling picked up a pen and drew a line on the paper.

There was some light in his eyes.

Luo Baobao pursed his lips, "I heard from Uncle Zuo that you have been able to recognize characters for more than two months, so you must be able to write a little too? Write it for me."

Jing Ling blushed and looked behind Luo Baobao.

"What? Are you embarrassed to write in front of me? Well, then I'll turn around and call me when you finish writing." She said, then turned around, but pricked up her ears to catch the person behind her. movement.

Sure enough, after a while, there was a rustling sound behind him, that was the sound of a carbon pen scratching across the paper...

What would Jingling write?

Luo Baobao guessed curiously in her heart. She praised her cleverness and wit, and even thought of this way to communicate with Jingling. Haha, I, Luo Baobao, are really the smartest person in the world!
After a while, the corner of the clothes beside him moved, and a piece of paper was handed over.

Luo Baobao quickly took the paper and held it in front of his eyes to read it.

On the paper, several crooked words appeared:
Chicken legs, no, like, like!

Luo Baobao asked him in surprise: "What? You don't like to eat chicken legs? Then what do you like to eat?"

She handed over the pen and paper again.

Jing Ling picked up the pen and was about to write, when he suddenly encountered a difficulty.

Luo Baobao thought that he didn't want to write in person, so he turned around on his own initiative.

At this moment, the rustling sound behind him continued for a long time.

Luo Baobao bit his finger and suppressed his excitement. Hearing this voice, Jing Ling seemed to fill up the paper. This kid can write so much after learning Chinese characters for only two months?It's amazing...

Finally, the paper was handed over from behind.

Luo Baobao took it into his hand and looked at it carefully, but was dumbfounded.

The paper is indeed densely packed, and there is no longer any room for writing, but, except for the previous few words, there are no other words.

"Jing Ling, did you draw... a fish?"

Luo Baobao asked in surprise.

Jing Ling nodded seriously.

Luo Baobao counted them carefully, and drew nearly ten fishes, big and small.

Luo Baobao re-watched from the first fish and found an interesting thing.

"Jingling, I recognize the first fish, is it grass carp?"

Jing Ling nodded.

"The second one has a big head, like... a fat-headed fish?"

Jing Ling hooked his lips.

"The third... bream?"

"The fourth one is yellow spicy diced fish!"

"The fifth……"

"Jing Ling, why are you drawing so many fish? Do you want to tell me that all the fish on it are dishes you want to eat?" Luo Baobao finally asked.

Jing Ling stopped talking, looked at her bluntly, then stuck out his tongue and gently licked his lower lip.

As if hungry.

(End of this chapter)