Proud Farm Girl With A Space

Chapter 329

Yebei put his palms on his shoulders, used his internal force, and brought Qi Yuan down from the roof, but in a flash, he arrived at the entrance of Jinhua Village.

He hesitated to speak.

Qi Yuan glanced at him, "You have something to tell me."

Ye Bei nodded, and said falteringly, "Master, if I tell you...don't be angry."

Qi Yuan didn't promise not to be angry, nor did he promise to be angry, he just let him talk.

Ye Bei plucked up his courage and asked, "Master just watched Miss Jiang on the roof for half an hour, why didn't she say hello to Miss Jiang?"

Qi Yuan chuckled, and didn't answer his question directly, but left a plausible sentence:

"—she's tired."

After Ye Bei turned his mind a little, he understood why the master didn't say hello to Miss Jiang.

Because Miss Jiang learned martial arts all afternoon and spent more than half an hour making incense, what Miss Jiang needs most now is rest.

If the master showed up, it would make Miss Jiang brace up to talk to the master, right?

It stands to reason that this should be the case.

but……

He had seen it in the chat book, if two people really liked each other, neither the man nor the woman would treat others with a "mask".

To put it simply, Miss Jiang would not mind showing her fatigue to her master.

The master said so...it must be the relationship between Miss Jiang and the master, it hasn't reached that level yet, right?

Thinking of this, Yebei shuddered suddenly, his lips were tightly pursed, lest he accidentally say something without keeping his mouth shut.

Seeing that the master is very happy at the moment, why do you need to say something to destroy the good mood of the master?

Yebei made up his mind and decided to keep his mouth shut and not to say anything.

To avoid being punished by the master to cook in the kitchen when the time comes, that would really be an unjust death!

...

Jiang Xiaoxiao didn't know about this episode, and he was concentrating on feeling the strength of the comparison at the moment. After the nib and hand felt as one, he calmed down and wrote a whole page full of Paper.

After writing a full page of cursive script in one breath, Jiang Xiaoxiao stopped the pen in her hand, took out the copybook copied yesterday, and compared it, she found that her progress was really incomparable with yesterday.

The corners of her eyes couldn't help but she sighed secretly: Mister is worthy of being a Mister, just giving her some pointers made her handwriting improve a lot.

After confirming that he wrote better today than yesterday, Jiang Xiaoxiao picked up the brush and continued writing.

Guessing that the time was almost up, Jiang Xiaoxiao sorted out all the manuscripts, overlapping them in the order they copied yesterday.

It is much better to put bad words first than last.

If you put the bad ones in the back, the husband will be amazed by the words in the front. You can imagine what kind of expression will appear on her face when she sees her stiff handwriting.

After picking it up, he put the stack of manuscripts into the bookcase, and will show it to Mr. Mo Xian for review when he goes to school tomorrow.

the next day.

When Mr. Mo Xian asked everyone to take a break between classes, Jiang Xiaoxiao was about to take the manuscript and ask him for advice.

It turned out that when I got to the room on the left, I realized that my husband was not free at the moment, and there were many people around, all of whom were asked by Mr. Mo Xian to help.

Seeing this, Jiang Xiaoxiao had no choice but to return the manuscript to the classroom.

I have to mention that the learning atmosphere in the calligraphy class is really good.

Basically, there will be no intrigue. Everyone is obsessed with learning and practicing calligraphy. There will be no time to find other people's troubles. Just this makes Jiang Xiaoxiao feel very good.

Seeing that she came back soon, Qin Wanrou asked concerned: "Why did you come back so soon, isn't Mr. Mo Xian here?"

Jiang Xiaoxiao shook his head lightly, "Mr. is here... It's just that there are too many girls asking Mr. to comment. I think it's the same when there are fewer people after school."

Qin Wanrou nodded, her eyes became brighter, and she leaned close to her and said in a low voice, "Xiaoxiao, the wine you make is really delicious, even my father and brother praised it!"

After the words were spoken, Qin Wanrou realized that something was wrong, it sounded like she was begging for wine with Xiaoxiao, and there was a rare unease on her face.

Jiang Xiaoxiao pulled his lips and smiled, "If you like to drink, remember to tell me when this jar is finished, and I will give you a few more jars of wine then."

She doesn't think it's bad temper to just tell what she likes to eat and drink, and besides, Wan Rou is so good-looking, who would be willing to reject her cruelly?

Qin Wanrou thought for a while, "Then I'll accept it. Later, I'll bring you a jar of my father's daughter Hong. I heard it tastes good."

After Jiang Xiaoxiao listened, he waved his hands again and again: "Don't, I don't like to drink Nurhong, but I like to drink some fruit wine. Let's forget about Nurhong."

Daughter red is an essential item for ancient women when they get married.

When a baby girl is born in the family, several urns of wine are brewed, and they can be taken out to entertain guests when they are married.

Even without thinking about it, Jiang Xiaoxiao could guess that this daughter's red was prepared by Uncle Qin for Wanrou, and she took it out to drink on the day she got married.

It would be bad if Qin Wanrou took it out.

Thinking of this, Jiang Xiaoxiao straightened his face, "I really don't like it, it's fine if my daughter is red, you might as well bring me some snacks or something."

After thinking about it, Qin Wanrou felt that it was the same, and not everyone likes to drink liquor, so she didn't bring up the matter of bringing her daughter red.

She lifted her chin, "Then wait for this girl to raise you up for nothing."

Jiang Xiaoxiao didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he put his hips on his hips and said not to be outdone, "Wait and wait."

...

After school, when everyone had left, Jiang Xiaoxiao presented the manuscript to Mr. Mo Xian.

Mo Xian looked at the manuscript, which was about as thick as a fingernail, and couldn't help being surprised, "You copied so much in two days?"

Jiang Xiaoxiao nodded slightly.

Mo Xian didn't say anything, but a trace of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.

After taking the manuscript, I flipped through it one by one.

For a while, neither of them spoke.

In the calligraphy class, only the rustling sound of Mo Xian flipping the rice paper was left.

Jiang Xiaoxiao held his breath and concentrated. For some reason, he was sure that he had improved compared to the day before yesterday, but he still couldn't help feeling a little nervous in his heart.

After a long while, Jiang Xiaoxiao heard a voice of "Yes, it seems that you really understand", and she immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Even Mo Xian didn't expect Jiang Xiaoxiao's running script to improve so much in just two days.

From the lines in her words, one can see that each word is better than the other, and each word is more attentive than the other.

Even if Jiang Xiaoxiao's rapid progress is due to his guidance, it is enough to show that Xiaoxiao has a high understanding and talent.