Escape from the desert with aura: I am the only native in the whole family

Chapter 276 Comparing Literary Talent?Isn't this courting death?

"Okay." Tong Zi readily agreed, and Ah Jiu returned to the room with two ginseng sticks.

Grandma is also right, but I don't know if it can make a living.

After entering the space, I threw the dried ginseng into the spiritual spring water. If I soak it for a few days, I don't know if it will germinate.

The plan of the day is in the morning, Mao Junlan went out after eating with the two little guys:

"The boss said that you can take a day off on the day when the monthly silver is issued, and I will come to see you again then."

"Don't worry about us. Now that you meet a good employer, you should focus on their children and don't get distracted."

As soon as Cai Lihua sent Mao Junlan away, she urged Meng Shaode to go out. She insisted on going to the private school to ask about it.

In an instant, Ah Jiu felt empty. A total of three patients came in the morning, so Ah Jiu was considered free.

"One tael, three taels... There is still a consistent amount. There are twelve taels of silver in total." Bucket counted the money happily:
"Jiu'er, what do you think when you have saved up a tael of gold, turned it into water, and put gold on the plaque of our Kulan Medical Center?"

"Yeah." Ah Jiu stood outside and looked around. It was almost noon, and Cai'er's sister-in-law didn't come back, nor did her father and mother.

I don't know how long this job can be done, or whether it can be done.

Thinking about it, Ah Jiu felt that he had to cook by himself for today's lunch, and when he entered the kitchen, Ah Jiu squeaked his head.

No, Ah Jiu has to go and have a look. She is not at ease about Ah Niang's temper. The kitchen knife in the house is gone, and she is afraid that his mother took it with her in her arms.

Wisteria Court.

A group of more than a dozen children were huddled in the corner in fright.

Two elderly old masters were blowing their beards and staring: "This man has a fierce look on his face, that's what makes a master."

Cai Lihua put her hands on her hips: "What's wrong with ugliness? Does ugliness affect literary talent? How about making gestures? Don't talk about my man, even I can show the real stuff."

Meng Shaode stood aside with a sad face, tugging at the corner of his wife's clothes in a low voice: "Stop talking, let's go, I can do physical work if I can't teach."

"Let go." Cai Lihua opened the man's useless claws.

"You...Your first-year woman, dare to speak wild words? Say, what are you talking about?"

A group of children in the corner stretched their heads, none of them liked to watch the game of roulette, and when they saw Meng Shaode, they all retracted their necks.

"Whatever." Cai Lihua sat in front of a desk with a stick in her arms.

"That's a big tone." The two masters are getting old and are about to abdicate, so they want to recruit virtuous people to take over the post of master.

It's a pity that many men in the city all join the army, and those who can chew on words are sent as messengers. Who would have thought that they would be serious and ugly.

Thinking about seeing him for the first time yesterday, he was terrified and thought he was here to snatch the child.

"Then let's write poems and songs. The old man wants to see how much ink you have."

"Okay, you come to Shaode's pen and ink." Cai Lihua clasped the dead skin on her fingernails and crossed her legs: "If there are any rules, please tell me."

"We have a shortage of rain here, so let's talk about the rain." Old Master Li said leisurely, stroking his beard with his hands behind his back.

"No, here we come." Cai Lihua patted the table, Meng Shaode knelt on the cushion, and the moment he picked up the pen and ink, his heart felt a lot more at ease.

This bad old man is worse than anything else, he has to compare poems and songs, oh my god, how can you kill a chicken with a butcher's knife?hey-hey……

The two wives looked at each other.

"Good rain knows the season, when spring happens. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently."

As soon as Cai Lihua said it, a dozen or so children stared wide-eyed: "Wow, what a poem, master, this aunt's writing seems to be better than yours."

"Yes."

The pupils of the two masters shrank when they heard the children's booing, and they didn't speak for a long time.

"This is about Xiaoyu, Shaode, give him some different songs." Cai Lihua said this.

Meng Shaode stood up confidently, shook his head and said:
"Your question is that there is no date for returning, and the night rain in the Southern Ming Dynasty floods the autumn pond.

Why cut the candles in the west window together, but talk about the rainy night. "

As soon as Ah Jiu arrived at the door, she turned around in fright and hid behind the wooden pillar outside the door.

(End of this chapter)