Xiao Hanzheng's body was very weak. After drinking a bowl of porridge, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.
When Shi Qing fell did not affect him, he went out to help Xiao's mother and others clean up.
Busy until the afternoon, after dinner, Shi Qing fell back to Xiao Hanzheng's room and found the book and read it.
After watching for a while, Xiao Hanzheng woke up.
I don't know if he drank Shi Qingluo's so-called sugar water and porridge. At this time, he felt that his body was not so weak.
He would be able to prop himself up half-sitting.
Seeing that Shi Qing was reading the script, he asked, "Are you literate?"
He didn't despise Shi Qingluo, but was surprised.
There are no literate women in the village, and it is difficult for boys to go to school.
Shi Qingluo moved away from the storybook and looked at him, "Know!"
"When I was in Taoist temple, I learned from the old Taoist master."
The old Taoist master really taught Yuanshen and other four Taoist boys to read.
She added, "When the Taoist master makes alchemy, we have to help record the opening time, midway changes, closing time, etc."
Lao Dao focused on teaching the two boys, Yuan Shi and another girl, to do odd jobs. What they knew were all common and simple words, not too many.
Her grandfather liked ancient literature. She was rebellious when she was young, so she was brought home by her grandfather and asked to use a brush to copy scriptures or ancient texts to meditate every day.
So she not only knows the basics of traditional Chinese characters, but can also write them down.
Laodao's stalk is really easy to use, you can push everything to him, and give a compliment to his wit.
Xiao Hanzheng half-believed, "So it is."
He found a topic to chat, "Does this book look good?"
Shi Qingluo pouted in disgust, "It's not so good, the dog-blooded routine of meeting a young lady and a scholar is too tired and crooked."
When she was free, she would read novels to pass the time. In ancient times, this routine is not played in modern times.
"Then you are so fascinated." Xiao Hanzheng laughed.
Shi Qingluo yawned, "I'm bored, just take a look and pass the time."
She looked at him with a half-smile, "Do you like reading this kind of script?"
You look like Xiao Hanzheng, I misread you.
Xiao Hanzheng couldn't help laughing and laughing, "This is a copy of the words I brought back from the county town before I fell into a coma. I don't like to read it myself."
Shi Qingluo actually felt that he didn't seem like someone who would like to read this kind of scripture.
"It turned out to be for making money."
She asked again: "Then why don't you write it yourself? It should be more profitable than copying books."
Xiao Hanzheng said helplessly: "I don't know the love between these scholars and the young lady, and I don't like this kind of plot, so I can't write it."
He chose to copy the script because the money he gave was higher.
Shi Qingluo touched his chin, "Then what kind of bridge do you like?"
"What do you mean?" Xiao Hanzheng always felt that there was something in her words.
Shi Qingluo said: "I can provide you with ideas, imagine plots and bridges, you go to polish your pen."
Xiao Hanzheng raised his eyebrows, "Do you know the love story of those scholars and young ladies?"
It doesn't look like it!
Shi Qing rolled his eyes at him, "You think too much, what I said is that we can write about other topics."
"For example, Xiuxian." She has read a lot of Xiuxian novels and TV series.
didn't want to copy someone else's, she felt that she could come up with a lot of plots, never eating pork and always seeing pigs running.
She has never been in a relationship before, so if she wants to try marriage with Xiao Hanzheng, she must have a common language to talk to before they can get along well.
If we do the same thing together, it will be easy to have conversations and get along more naturally.
That's why I suggest Xiao Hanzheng to try writing a storybook.
She was both a school bully and a school bully when she was young. All the boys and girls who bullied her classmates were beaten by her, so no boys dared to chase after her.
When was in college, there were many people chasing her, but unfortunately she didn't like any of them.
After graduating from university, she went against her parents' wishes, not only did she not go to the company, but instead joined the Agricultural Research Institute.
My mind is on research, and I don’t have time and energy to talk about it.
Xiao Hanzheng was stunned for a while, "Cultivation of immortals?"
Shi Qingluo nodded, "That's right, for example, the protagonist is a village boy who suddenly got an adventure one day, and then embarked on the journey of immortality."
Xiao Hanzheng was a little interested, "Tell me carefully, I should be able to write this."
This subject matter is acceptable to him, and he is really incapable of accepting the love and love stories of those scholar-girls or scholar-goblins.
Shi Qingluo chatted with Xiao Hanzheng.
The two didn't stop until there was a knock on the door.
Shi Qingluo opened the door and saw Mother Xiao came in with a quilt.
Mother Xiao said to Shi Qingluo with a gentle smile: "Zheng'er has already woken up, and I don't need to keep watch with Baili and Erlang at night. I've brought your quilt here."
In Xiao's mother's view, the two have already married, so the husband and wife naturally have to live together.
"Okay, thank you mother." Shi Qingluo also knew what she meant.
And there are actually no other rooms in this house to live in.
This is the original old house of the Xiao family, with only two rooms.
Originally, Mother Xiao and her daughter lived in one room, and Xiao Hanzheng and Erlang lived in one room.
The day before she got married, Mother Xiao invited Erlang to live in a small cubicle in their own room.
It is impossible for Shi Qingluo to live in a crowd with Xiao's mother and others, and it is even more impossible for him to aggrieve himself to live in a firewood room.
Anyway, she and Xiao Hanzheng are already married. Although they did not go to church, they have a marriage certificate, which is equivalent to the current marriage certificate.
Since they are husband and wife, they still have to try marriage, no matter whether they are divorced or not, it is okay to live together.
Anyway, before she disagrees, Xiao Hanzheng don't think about doing anything to her, otherwise she will smash his head.
The smile on Mother Xiao's face deepened, "The family is welcome."
Xiao Hanzheng did not expect that Shi Qingluo would agree to live in a room with him.
Thinking that there is really no other place to live at home, she will not aggrieved herself to sleep in the woodshed.
But even if she wanted to go to the woodshed, they wouldn't agree.
He suddenly thought, should she choose to sleep on Erlang's couch at night, or sleep with him?
Of course, he couldn't have wronged his daughter-in-law to sleep on the couch, he was just curious.
Mother Xiao put the quilt on the side of Xiao Hanzheng's bed.
said to him: "When you are well, go to thank the patriarch and others in person. When you were in a coma, your family received a lot of care from them."
"The old house didn't make trouble today, because there is a patriarch."
It is also possible that Qing Luo, the two shrews did not come.
Otherwise, people from the old house will definitely come to make trouble, or occupy a table to eat.
Of course, she didn't tell her son about this, it would be bad for him to misunderstand that Qingluo was a tigress.
Qingluo is gentle, gentle and kind, and he is also forced to do it by the best.
Yes, that's it.
Xiao Hanzheng nodded, "I should thank you."
In the last life, the patriarch and others gave him and his family a lot of help, no matter before or after the separation.
He always remembered these kindnesses.
In the last life, he repaid, but this life belongs to this life, and he will still repay.
Hearing Mother Xiao mention the old house again, his originally gentle eyes turned cold.
The next chapter is at 16 o’clock~~ I will try my best at 12 o’clock tomorrow, and send the two chapters together~~