When the live broadcast of Kuaichuan is in progress

Chapter 65

(sixteen)
Shengge's heart skipped a beat, and she ignored Amao.

Amao and Mrs. Xianglin depend on each other for life, how could they not understand Mrs. Xianglin.

Fortunately, Amao is still a child and will not be as shrewd as an adult.

After several changes in Shengge's mind, she finally came up with a speech.

Embroidery female red, whether it is a lady from the official family or a poor commoner, all learn it from elementary school, but the purposes are different.

One is to enjoy the fame, and the latter is to supplement the family's livelihood.

So she is not surprised that Mrs. Xianglin's embroidery is good.

"Aniang still knows a lot, and I will teach Ah Mao slowly in the future."

"Didn't Aniang teach you numbers before?"

That's right, after all, Mrs. Xianglin was helping out at Master Juren's house, so she knew some simple numbers by ear.

"It's not that Auntie didn't want to teach you how to learn calligraphy before. It's because you are still young and Auntie is incapable of earning money, so..."

Shengge sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed Amao's hair, feeling very melancholy.

Aunt Xianglin desperately wants to get better, but she is too weak to resist.

"Auntie, you're fine."

Amao wanted to hold Shengge's hand, but because of his injury, even the simplest movements were painful.

"Aniang, after I recover from my injury, you can teach me to read and write, okay?"

"Ah."

Shengge nodded.

It must be admitted that Ah Mao is a caring little padded jacket.

For her, this is the feeling that Niu Duo could not give her.

Amao's whole-hearted dependence is different from Niu Niu's alienation from her, so she naturally has to take good care of such a cute little cutie.

……

"sit down."

Sheng Ge always tensed up every time he made tea with Sister Fairy.

She is just a top student who has been educated by exams, and she really doesn't have the temperament of a lady in ancient times.

Qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, one does not know the piano, is not good at chess, and is not good at painting.

Useless is a scholar, especially a scholar like her who can only do questions.

"Shengge, the children in the village are making things difficult for you."

As Gu Huaiyuan's mother, she knows the ethos of Crouching Tiger Village.

"Fortunately."

When she was in school, there were many mischievous children.

"Recently studying medical books, I discovered a new method to treat Ah Mao's severely injured leg, but the herbs are hard to find."

For Shengge, the most important thing now is Amao.

No matter how hard it is to find, she will find it.

Sister Fairy opened the yellowed ancient book, the handwriting was not very clear, but the strange grass could be vaguely seen.

Hey, it looks familiar...

Shengge scratched his head, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

Lotus Fairy: Host, you read that right, this grass was torn off and wiped your hands after you fought the wolf with your bare hands...

If I remember correctly, the host also sighed that the leaves are soft, and I have to collect some to use when I go to the latrine.

Lang Jiujiu: Look at the colorful face of the host...

I have Latiao to follow me: The use of this idiom is really shocking, but the face of the anchor is really pretty.

Anchor: What are you talking about, where am I, I can't see anything.

"Sister Fairy, I have seen this grass before."

"I don't know what effect this grass has on Ah Mao's legs?"

Shengge asked with concern.

For some reason, she always felt that her face was hot, as if someone had slapped her dozens of times.

"It's useless now. After three months, use this herb together with the medicine handed down by my ancestors to soak the legs and rub the medicine. It can revive the muscles, and maybe it can make Amao look like a normal child."

Sister Fairy patiently explained.

She devotes herself to medicine, but there is no chance to save the world in this valley, so she can only study medicine painstakingly.

"It looks like a normal child?"

Shengge frowned and murmured softly.

Is it just a look?

"The Shengge healer is not a god, it really looks like it."

"With the help of this medicine, Amao can do simple walking, but it can't last long. As for the violent movements like jumping, I'm sorry I can't do it."

Sister Fairy took a sip of tea lightly, the water vapor curled up, and the fragrance of tea was in her mouth, with endless aftertaste.

Doctors are not gods...

These five words kept echoing in Shengge's mind.

She was dazed.

"Even so, it's a great favor from my aunt."

Shengge had already planned to go back to that deep mountain to find this hand-cleaning medicine after a while.

If you walk too wavy, your waist will flash: anchor, have you forgotten the flag you set?

I'm a magic stick: I pinched my fingers and calculated what went wrong, but I didn't expect this face to be slapped so quickly.

Lang Jiujiu: Papapa...papapa...

Beicheng Nansheng: Ninth brother upstairs, maybe you can use another onomatopoeia?

Dimly lit place: People often say that rotten eyes look at Renji, what is this in Beicheng?Are old eyes dirty?
If you walk too rough, you will flash your waist: Are you always the old driver?

The barrage could no longer bear to look directly at it, and Shengge no longer wanted to confirm what kind of people he was in the live broadcast room.

But at least this group of people didn't pay attention to what she had vowed never to return to that mountain.

Swearing under the watchful eyes of the crowd, slapping the face has to be so motivating...

Alas, worry.

It's a pity that Shengge forgot the urination of the small steel needles made of glass balls in the live broadcast room.

I have spicy sticks to follow me: This anchor swears here that if he comes back to this mountain again, he will broadcast unarmed wolves again.

I have Latiao to follow me: Thanks to the clever screenshot at the beginning.

I'm a magic stick: I counted my fingers, it's not a wolf who fights a wolf with bare hands, just thinking about it makes my blood boil and I yearn for it.

The spring breeze blows again: Ever since the flattering literary talent of the anchor praised the bandit leader, the barrage painting style in the live broadcast room has changed...

Sheng Ge: This girl is tired.

Shengge felt that she should be fighting a wolf all her life, and she couldn't escape.

Fighting with a wave cost her most of her life, if a pack of wolves, she might turn into shit...

If you walk too rough, you will flash your waist: If you show the aura of a pig fighting invincible all over the heavens, isn't it a wolf? It's a piece of cake.

Yedi: Isn't there still three months left?The wolf hasn't changed for three months, won't you change?
Ye Di was the calmest and wisest from beginning to end.

The number of times he spoke in the live broadcast room can be counted on the fingers, but the first time he spoke to the point, hit the nail on the head.

Sheng Ge was taken aback, the monsters and monsters rushed over, wasn't it just a pack of wolves?
……

While Shengge was meditating, Gu Huaiyuan's voice sounded outside the small building.

As long as the mother and son get together, the atmosphere becomes extraordinarily weird.

"Auntie, I'm going to accompany Amao, you guys have a good talk."

Sister Xianzi doesn't seem like the kind of indifferent and unreasonable person, otherwise she wouldn't be so dedicated to her and Amao.

"Alright."

Beicheng Nansheng: Sister Fairy and Brother Gu are finally going to be in the same frame. The two peak faces of Crouching Tiger Village represent a historic meeting that has never been seen before or since. This is a moment worth remembering. Take a screenshot and let’s tip a reward Come on.

　still have a cold
　　
　
(End of this chapter)