I sell demon meat in the city

Chapter 87: Just passable if you can manage.
Having failed to complete his task on the first day, Lin Qingquan didn't want to be blamed by his wife again on the second day.

So he readily agreed to Xiaoqi's request, "Okay, you can write it. I'll give you ten yuan if you finish the daily quota."

"Can't you give me ten yuan per page?"

"Ten yuan per page?"

Lin Qingquan thought for a moment and then shook his head decisively, "No, I don't have much money myself. If I give you tens of yuan a day, I'll soon be penniless."

Her father was really poor.

Xiao Qi glanced at him with dissatisfaction, thinking to herself, "Ten yuan is fine, it's enough to buy spicy strips."

So she spent half an hour completing two pages of pinyin and two pages of calculations, then obediently read aloud the foreign language, and successfully got ten yuan from Lao Lin.

Twenty minutes later, Xiao Qi came up the mountain carrying a large bag of spicy strips and a bottle of beverage.

"Little Dragon, Little Dragon, come out and eat something delicious."

Xiao Long emerged from the water, puzzled. He looked up at the sun overhead, wondering why his sister had come at this time.

Weren't we supposed to take a nap?

I was supposed to take a nap, but I got excited because I got some change.

Xiao Long flew out of the water and immediately saw the spicy strips in Xiao Qi's hand. He tilted his head curiously and asked, "What's this?"
Because Meng Shulan was watching over her, this was the first time Xiao Qi had bought spicy strips by herself since she came to Qingshui Town.

To be honest, if Xiaolong didn't have to leave Sanqing Mountain, she would have run back to Yunmeng Village to find her grandfather long ago.

It's much better to be with Grandpa than with Mom. I can buy whatever I want and eat whatever I want.

"You haven't tried this yet, have you? Let me tell you, it's delicious."

Spicy strips aren't expensive; a big bag contains thirty small packets and only costs ten yuan.

Xiaoqi thought it was a great deal.

She tore open a small packet, squeezed out a piece and threw it into the little dragon's mouth, then looked at it expectantly, "How is it? Isn't it delicious?"

The last sentence is not a question, but an affirmative sentence.

After asking her, she squeezed out another piece and put it in her mouth. But before she could even chew it twice and swallow it, the little dragon that was half-lying in front of her suddenly jumped into the air, opened its mouth and spit out water. Then it swooped down and jumped into the Dragon Pool.

Xiao Qi kept stuffing spicy strips into her mouth, blinking blankly.

Is it because it's so delicious that you're excited?

Fortunately, after being beaten by her twice, Xiaolong no longer dared to spit water on her, so he spat twice towards Jiaolongtan just now.

She leaned over the cliff and peered down. The pool water was churning, and the little dragon was leaping up and down, stirring things up and down, as if its tail was on fire.

Xiao Qi was confused and kept staring at Xiao Long while eating.

After about ten minutes of fussing, the little dragon finally calmed down, its entire body lying on its back on the water, as if it were dead.

Meanwhile, on the cliff face above, Xiao Qi ate and watched, and now only half of the thirty packs of spicy strips remained.

She finally remembered that she should leave some for her master.

So, I had no choice but to pause and chug down half of my drink in one go.

Then he called down, "Little Dragon, are you still going to eat?"

The little dragon, who had been pretending to be dead, stared blankly at the sky with its eyes vacant. Then, with a whoosh, it flipped over and burrowed to the bottom of the pool, refusing to come out no matter how much Xiaoqi called. On the third day, Xiaoqi didn't want to eat spicy snacks anymore, and her homework was successfully delayed until evening, unfinished.

On the fourth day, Lin Qingquan sat beside her and watched her write. He watched as she was holding a pencil one second and fell asleep the next.

He looked at her very carefully, and surprisingly, the brat had really fallen asleep.

Lin Qingquan sighed helplessly, bent down, picked her up, and put her on the bed.

He returned to his desk, picked up his phone, and wanted to send a truthful message to his wife, but he stopped after typing just two words.

After thinking for a moment, he quickly flipped through several pages of Xiao Qi's homework, took a bunch of photos, and then sent them to Meng Shulan.

After sending it, I breathed a long sigh of relief.

But before he could even catch his breath, a message came from the other side.

Lin Qingquan picked it up and examined it with a nervous and guilty feeling.

There was only one picture, which was a page of homework that he had just sent over. The bottom right corner was circled in red, indicating a date from six days ago.

Lin Qingquan:
He quickly opened the workbook and looked at it again, and found that before his wife packed up and sent Xiaoqi over, she would write the date in the lower right corner after finishing each page of homework.

Does it have to be this strict?
In just a few days, he had gotten to know his little rascal quite well. He was indeed very smart, and he did things that interested him very quickly and well.

But on the other hand, she was genuinely lazy; she didn't like writing or holding a pen.

It's not strange that a six-year-old child doesn't like writing.

Lin Qingquan decided to have a good talk with Meng Shulan.

Their daughter's future path will be different from that of ordinary children, so they can be more lenient with her in terms of exam-oriented education.

The next day, when Meng Shulan came to deliver food to Xiaolong, Lin Qingquan told her about his thoughts from the previous night.

Meng Shulan glanced at him, but remained silent for a long time.

“The special admissions class has already admitted eighteen children, and if you include Xiaoqi and Ziyang, that makes twenty. I’ll send her there next month when the class starts so she can get used to it. Then, after two months when elementary school starts, we’ll see how she is in class. If she really can’t keep up, we can give her extra help. You have to trust our daughter. She’s very smart. As long as she wants to learn, nothing can stop her.”

Meng Shulan knew perfectly well whether Xiao Qi was smart or not.

Actually, these past two days, while Xiaoqi was away, she reflected on her own behavior and realized that her previous anxiety was mainly due to being influenced by her classmates. They were so competitive that it made her subconsciously feel that Xiaoqi would be at a disadvantage if she didn't learn.

Luckily, they are in Qingshui Town now, not Qingzhou, otherwise she might have already enrolled her in tutoring classes.

Lin Qingquan is right. Xiao Qi's path is different from that of ordinary children. She just needs to get by in the exam-oriented education. Don't have too high expectations for a six-year-old.

Seeing that his wife had relented, Lin Qingquan was very happy, so he began to discuss the second matter with her.

"A demon appeared in Luocheng that specializes in eating chickens. It devoured thousands of chickens from a chicken farm overnight. After lying dormant for a week, the chickens from another chicken farm, located two towns away, also disappeared overnight. The person in charge there searched for more than half a month without finding it. Instead, chickens from the chicken farms kept being eaten. So far, it has devoured chickens from six chicken farms, totaling nearly 10,000 chickens. They had no other choice but to ask Qingzhou for help, hoping I could go there."

Because all of Xiao Qi's previous victories were attributed to him, Lin Qingquan was an invincible figure, whether in Qingzhou or the surrounding cities.

He didn't care what others thought of him, as long as Xiao Qi was still young and those people didn't know about her for the time being.

“But Zhang Jinwu won’t be back for a while, and we can’t leave this place unattended. So Shulan, could you help look after things for a few days? You don’t need to stay here. Fu Dong will handle the small things. If there’s something he can’t handle, then you can come.”

Good afternoon!

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