The daily routine of wearing a book and abusing literature to cultivate a scholar and Xiaoxianggong

Chapter 28 Why is Xianggong stammering when he speaks today
"That's the way it is, so..."

After Pei Zhiqi finished telling all the facts his mother told him, he wanted to say something more, but hesitated.

After hearing Pei Zhiqi's narration, Li Xiaodao was not surprised, after all, she already knew that Pei Zhiqi would be killed.

She can even guess what Pei Zhiqi is going to say next, with Mr. Xiang's personality, the next thing is probably——

"So even if I pass the township examination, I will not be able to go to Beijing for the examination. But let's not talk about it for the time being. What's more important is that my Pei family has a family feud. If one day the enemy comes to look for it, it may cause my wife to be killed. So for the safety of my wife , Although it is difficult to give up, I think about it, and there is nothing like being with my wife..." As he spoke, Pei Zhiqi remembered what the lady said at the door of the blacksmith's shop that day, never mentioning the word "harmony" and he paused.

look!What did I say?That's about it.

With Xianggong's character, he is afraid of hurting himself, so he will definitely bring up the matter of reconciliation again.

But considering what she said that day, he stopped in time.

Being able to shut up shows that he is still reluctant.

Although Li Xiaodao knew it well, he still deliberately asked: "And what? Why did my husband half-talk?"

"I……"

"Does my husband hate me? My husband really wants to make peace with me?"

Pei Zhiqi heard the words and said anxiously: "How could it be, I like that lady is so smart and cute..."

It's too late to like it.It was only when the words were on the verge of her mouth that Pei Zhiqi realized that her mouth was hot, how could she say such blushing words.

Li Xiaodao put his head on his arms with a grumpy face and said with a smile: "Why is Mr. Xiang stuttering today, he can only speak half?"

Pei Zhiqi shook his head helplessly and said with a wry smile: "My lady won't be happy with me, I'm worried that I'll hurt my lady."

Li Xiaodao put away his mischievous face and said with a serious face: "Since my husband doesn't hate me, and I'm not afraid of being implicated by him, then is there any reason for us to reconcile?"

Fool, if I didn't know that you were in trouble, I wouldn't have stayed at the beginning.

Li Xiaodao sighed silently in his heart.

"Miss..."

"When life is good, I will follow you, and when you are in trouble, I will leave you. Who does Xianggong think of me, Li Xiaodao?"

"But in case my wife is killed by someone..."

"I'm not afraid, and neither should my husband. I firmly believe that the devil is one foot tall, and the Tao is one foot high. Evil cannot overcome good. Now that we know that there may be difficulties in the future, let's face it together and make plans early."

Pei Zhiqi took a deep breath and fell silent.

Li Xiaodao stood up and collected his own bowls and chopsticks, walked to Xianggong and stacked the two bowls together, patted Xianggong on the back and said: "Don't be in a daze, I put away the bowls, you take the pot into the kitchen, and the rest The broth needs to be served, and it will be eaten quickly after reheating at night, or it will go bad if left for a long time."

After saying that, Li Xiaodao quickly packed up the dishes and left the room.

Looking at the lady's back, Pei Zhiqi felt all kinds of emotions in his heart.

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Li Xiaodao usually has the habit of taking a nap at noon, but today he slept in the cage and was not too sleepy at noon. After finishing the kitchen work, he walked around the yard for a few times to refresh himself, and then went into the study.

"Xianggong, I want to find a book for literacy." Li Xiaodao also knew that the first book that children in ancient times could learn to read was the book at the beginning of the universe, the universe, and the wild. "Do you have "Thousand Characters"?"

After the conversation at noon, Xianggong saw that he was still a little uncomfortable. Li Xiaodao smiled silently when he saw Xianggong standing up from the table in a hurry.

"Yes... yes, isn't the lady literate? Why do you want this beginner's book?" Pei Zhiqi asked casually, and hurriedly turned to look for books on the bookshelf.

Although she is literate, she can't write traditional Chinese characters!
Occasionally, she practiced two strokes with her husband occasionally, but this time Fucheng worked as a temporary worker for the Shibo Department, which made her realize that it is better to practice systematically for writing traditional characters, and she can't always ask others to write for her when it comes to translation.

"Uh... I didn't like to write when I was a child, so I couldn't write well. Now I want to practice again." Li Xiaodao made up a reasonable excuse on the spot.

Pei Zhiqi took down a dusty old book from a high place on the bookshelf, it looked very old.

"The book is a bit old." Pei Zhiqi wiped it with a cloth towel and handed it to Li Xiaodao.

"It doesn't matter," Li Xiaodao took the book and flipped through a few pages, "The wear and tear of this book, my husband really worked hard when he was young."

Pei Zhiqi smiled and shook his head modestly.

Li Xiaodao was about to go out with the book in hand, Pei Zhiqi called her back: "My lady is not practicing calligraphy in the study, where are you going?"

"I'll go to the yard first and use the branches on the ground to familiarize myself with the shapes of the characters, and then I'll practice on paper after memorizing them!" Li Xiaodao walked out the door while speaking.

Just kidding, a piece of paper is about [-] yuan, so don't waste the paper with the writing brush that the ants are crawling on, let's write it well on the ground first!
Li Xiaodao came to the courtyard.Except for the road from the gate to each room, which is paved with green bricks, the rest of the yard is covered with soft sand.

Originally, the yard was empty, but when we went for a walk in the mountains on the second day of our marriage, the flowers all over the mountain made people like it, especially the patches of wild lilies. At that time, my husband said that he would transplant a few of them at home, and later cultivated them in the yard. I built a small flower garden and surrounded it with a small fence made of short bamboo tubes. I not only planted some wild lilies, but also planted a few three-leaf plums and other wild flowers and weeds. In the next month, plant a few more orchids.

It is now November, and the weather has turned cooler. Although the villages on the southern seaside are not particularly cold, it is estimated that it has dropped by more than ten degrees.

Lilies are still bulbs buried in the soil and have not germinated, and small flower seedlings will not grow until the next year.

Only three-leaf plums are still in bloom this season.

Li Xiaodao found a branch, squatted next to the flowerbed with a book, and began to find traditional characters that were different from simplified ones, practicing stroke by stroke.

She wrote backwards, and when a long line was written, she would make a Z-turn, turn around and continue writing.

After writing for a while, I felt numb in my feet, so I stood up and loosened my legs, and then squatted down to continue.

The writing in traditional Chinese characters is still a bit difficult to remember. She focused her attention, memorized it with her heart, and wrote it engrossedly. She didn't notice that it started to rain gradually.

The weather has been gloomy for the past two days, and it didn't fall until today.

The raindrops became more and more dense, falling into the sand and wetting the place where she wrote little by little. Only then did she realize that it was raining.

Hey, I couldn't finish the practice. She closed the book, and she was still a little reluctant to finish it. She wanted to write the word "丽" just a few times, but she still squatted down and didn't get up immediately.

At this time, the raindrops that had been falling on the ground suddenly stopped. Li Xiaodao looked up and saw that it was Xianggong.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, he looked down at himself tenderly.

"My lady, it's raining, let's go back to the house."

Li Xiaodao was surprised, she stood up abruptly, "Mr.—"

Before he finished speaking, he felt that his eyes suddenly went dark, and his ears could not hear a buzzing sound, and then he lost consciousness.

She forgot the warning that was often posted somewhere in modern times: "Squat for a long time, please get up slowly."

When I regained consciousness a minute or two later, I found that I was still in the courtyard, standing firmly, not falling to the ground, and still holding the oil-paper umbrella on my head.

She leaned firmly in the husband's arms.

(End of this chapter)