Fortune tellers give eggs, the stepmother is a Taoist boss

Chapter 23 Qingshui Private School
In the next few days, Jiang Fuyuan buried his head at his desk every day, concentrating on the research and development of talisman and seal script.

People in this world don't know how to fly with swords. In addition to walking on two legs, they rely on mules and horses to pull carts. When driving, most people need to keep their eyes on the direction to prevent the animals from not knowing the way and getting lost.

That directional guide will definitely be welcome.

It is very hard for women to wash clothes every day. If the children at home are naughty and stained with stains that are not easy to wash, cleaning will be even more difficult.

How about the Purifying Talisman?As long as you mix the talisman ash with soap locust, even the most stubborn stains can be easily removed.

Which teenager doesn't like to be pretty?Which girl doesn't have sex?Beauty charms that can radiate your face are definitely the best choice for those who love beauty...

Jiang Fuyuan's thoughts moved slightly, and she restrained the power of the talisman attached to each talisman to ensure that each talisman could only 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 the ability to create long-term or high-level spells. According to her experience during this period, drawing twenty spells a day is already her limit.

If talismans with various functions are painted together, the chances of success are even less, and switching talisman power also requires energy.

After finishing drawing the last beauty charm of the day, Jiang Fuyuan breathed a long sigh of relief and stretched, his lumbar spine making a stiff "click" sound after sitting for a long time.

A glass of water was placed in her hand.

Ke Mingsong came to her room at some unknown time and stood at the back without saying a word. Jiang Fuyuan never noticed it.

She picked up the cup and took a sip. The water was warm and moisturized her mouth. After swallowing, it soothed her spleen and stomach.

"Thank you, Dawa."

She waved to Ke Mingsong to come to her.

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

The table reached his abdominal cavity, and he could already see everything on the table while standing at the edge.

Ke Mingsong looked at the table covered with yellow paper, and then at Jiang Fuyuan's brows that couldn't hide their tiredness.

"...Auntie, I can help you write it."

Jiang Fuyuan:! !
"Da Wa, can you say it again?"

Ke Mingsong thought she didn't hear clearly and repeated: "I can write it for you."

"Not this sentence, move on!"

"...Auntie?"

It's not easy. She, Jiang Fuyuan, has been here for so long and finally heard these two words from Dazai!

She had to restrain herself from smiling too obviously, lest the arrogant big boy become angry.

Unfortunately it failed.

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

"Hey hey hey...why does the big baby have such a nice voice..."

Ke Mingsong:......

"Sir, please call me again?"

The red clouds climbed up the big cub's white and tender face at a speed visible to the naked eye. Jiang Fuyuan felt that she was not hugging a proud and protective little cub, but a small fairy peach with thin skin and thick flesh...

Gee, I really want to take a bite out of Big Zai’s face.

But if the teasing continues, Xiao Xiantao will explode.

Jiang Fuyuan ruthlessly stroked Dazai's dull hair and said, "Mom, I know you are good, but this is not something you can write..."

After a pause, she remembered how neatly the boss at the market had settled accounts last time.

"Da Wa, have you ever gone to school?"

Ke Mingsong protected his head with both hands and tried hard to pull out the stiff hair that had been rubbed: "No, but daddy taught me literacy and arithmetic before."

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

It’s just that those books were eventually burned by grandma as firewood.

She can write and do calculations, and teaches these to her children. It seems that her cheap husband is not a simple farmer...

Jiang Fuyuan looked at Ke Mingsong thoughtfully.

The eldest child can remember so many things at such a young age, so he is a good reader.She remembered that when she went to the market last time, she heard someone mention that there was a private school in Qingshui Town. The master in it seemed to have passed the exam or something, and he seemed to be very respected by people.

Thinking of this, she tilted her head and asked Ke Mingsong: "Dad, do you want to study?"

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

Pens, inks, paper, inkstones, books and repairs, everything is a big hole for swallowing money.

Moreover, if you go to a private school, you will not have time to help the family with work. Ordinary farm families will not let a labor force that is about to grow up go to school.

Ke Mingsong held the hem of his clothes with his little hands, clenched and let go, let go and clenched again, and was speechless for a long time.

A gentle hand stroked his frown.

"Don't worry, your mother and I are very powerful." Jiang Fuyuan could see the confusion in Da Zai's heart.

This baby is so mature and sensitive that it makes people feel distressed.

She said softly: "Just think about whether you want to study or not. If you want to, we will go tomorrow."

Perhaps because such a gentle touch gave him the courage, Ke Mingsong finally let go of his little hand and nodded.

"Auntie, I want to study."

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The next morning, as dawn broke, Jiang Fuyuan and his two cubs headed towards Qingshui Town facing the rising sun.

Fortunately, she had thought that she would often go to the market to set up stalls anyway, so she directly bought the villager's mule cart.

At this moment, eighteen large green-shelled eggs that had just been laid by pheasants were placed in the bamboo basket on the mule cart, which were covered with thick straw to prevent them from being bumped.

Next to it are a pile of pastries tied with red rope and ten large fresh carps on a string.

The carp was tied up from the river by Xiaopang overnight, swinging his long tongue. Even the two cubs, who had become accustomed to the existence of the little fairy, their eyes widened when they saw ten fish twisting each other and floating into the house.

Fish floating in the sky in the middle of the night is still too scary.

When we arrived in Qingshui Town, most of the shops on the street were only open.

Some townspeople already remembered Jiang Fuyuan and came up to talk to her when they saw her driving a mule cart.

"Ms. Gua, what are you doing so early? Does your Immortal Lord have any instructions?"

Jiang Fuyuan smiled and replied: "We are going to a private school. Madam, do you know how to get to the private school in this town?"

Hearing that she was going to the Qingshui private school, the lady who was talking to her stopped what she was doing and asked with some hesitation: "You are going to the private school...has anyone invited you to go?"

Please?
She was unfamiliar with the place, so what could the private school ask her to do?
Jiang Fuyuan shook his head: "No, my eldest son wants to go to school."

When the aunt heard this, she took a deep breath, patted her chest and said, "Study? Good study, good study...it scared me to death. I thought Qingshui Private School was really..."

She swallowed her words halfway, raised her eyes and smiled sheepishly and said: "There is only one private school in our town, called Qingshui Private School. You keep walking along this road. When you see the tofu shop, turn left and walk for a moment. It’s just around the corner.”

"Okay, thank you ma'am."

Jiang Fuyuan thanked her and wandered along the road pointed by her aunt.

Studying and becoming a disciple is a must no matter where you are. In her original world, in addition to your talent, you also need to offer a lot of high-level spiritual stones or magic weapons to become an immortal master. To worship an ordinary master, you also need to prepare a rich apprenticeship ceremony. .

Thinking that it would be the same in this world, she bought a fresh pig's leg along the way, a few horses of good material, a bag of fresh fruits and a load of rice cakes, so that only three people could sit on top of each other in the small mule cart. room.

According to what the aunt said, after walking for a while after turning the corner at the tofu shop, I saw a white wall enclosing several black-tiled houses into a square courtyard. A double-sliding wooden door opened in the middle, with a plaque on it and a neat inscription: "Qingshui Private School" has four big characters.

But the wooden door was closed tightly, Jiang Fuyuan listened intently, the yard was quiet, and there was no sound of reading.

"Isn't it time for school yet?"

Looking up at the high sun, she denied this guess.

The most important thing for scholars is to be diligent and hardworking. When the rooster crows three times, you should get up and study. There is no reason why you should not go to school when the sun is shining.

"Then...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 a long "squeak——" was heard.

(End of this chapter)