Reborn Farmer's Businesswoman

Chapter 118
For several days, the two of them didn't even have a proper conversation.

How can Lin Youtian let her go, the two are newly married Yaner, although they share the same bed every day, but every night, Qinger falls asleep early because of sleepiness, and he can't bear to disturb her.

Every day at [-] o'clock, he wished that the time would pass slowly so that the person in his arms could stay for a while longer.

Every day at the opening time, he involuntarily cast his gaze out of the window, repeating this as if he had to look through the window in order to see the lady whom he misses so much.

"Uncle Three!"

Lin Yunhai's voice suddenly sounded outside the door, and the sound of kicking footsteps was about to come in.

Han Qing hurriedly jumped out of bed in shock, her little face flushed red.

Lin Youtian sighed reluctantly, and his piercing eyes rested on her: "Why don't you stay a little longer?"

"Third Uncle, where is Third Aunt going?"

Lin Yunhai who entered the room immediately asked.

The blush on Han Qing's face hadn't faded, her whole body was hot, and she glanced at Lin Youtian reproachfully.

She smiled and said, "Third Aunt doesn't go anywhere, but Yunhai finishes school early today."

"Master asked us to come back and write down the names of our loved ones as calligraphy."

Lin Youtian said: "But are there any characters you can't write?"

Six-year-old Lin Yunhai glanced at Han Qing and said shyly, "My nephew can't write my third aunt's surname yet."

"Auntie taught you."

Han Qing blurted out, and then remembered that she was a village woman in the mountains, how could she know how to read?

The characters of the Northern Dynasties are similar to the traditional ones, and she knows most of them.

Grinding tofu and cooking in the past can be said to be skills honed by women squatting in the kitchen all day long, but this writing takes a lot of time, and the original owner has no way to learn it!

Han Qing hurriedly explained: "The third aunt can only write her own name, copying the horoscope of her birthday, and wrote it several times before she could get something out of it."

She laughed, but said in her heart: I will definitely practice calligraphy with Lin Youtian in the future, and no one will doubt me if I say it.

You must know that she has changed too much suddenly. According to the feudal thinking of the ancients, if you think that she is possessed by a demon, just tie her to a pig cage and it will be over!

"The third aunt will teach Yunhai."

After speaking, Lin Yunhai spread out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone happily, and even Lin Youtian looked at her with interest.

Han Qing froze, and coughed a few times to cover up her embarrassment.

By the way, how do you write the traditional Chinese character "Han"?

Han Qing frowned. Anyway, everyone thought she was illiterate, and it didn't matter if she made a mistake.

pity……

Han Qing overestimated herself, the brush was limply stained with ink, after a few strokes, it would become a mess, worse than a dog chewing on it.

The corners of Lin Youtian's mouth twitched as he looked at the "Han" character that was as big as a washbasin and varied in thickness.

Although it has a general appearance, it can be seen that it is a "Han" character, but it is clearly a typo!If his little lady really taught Yun Hai, the Master might want Yun Hai to stay in the school.

Lin Yunhai twitched the corner of his mouth in embarrassment: "Third Aunt's handwriting is really different from ordinary people..."

Looking at the extremely ugly "Han" character, Han Qing looked innocent, her little hand holding the brush trembled, and said in dissatisfaction, "This time it doesn't count, let me write another one!"

"..."

Until the end, Lin Youtian changed from teaching Lin Yunhai to read and write to teaching Han Qing to write.

Fortunately, Lin Yunhai finally learned the word "Han", and fled in a hurry, closing the door by the way.

Lin Youtian looked at the angry Han Qing, a little bit dumbfounded, and even waved: "Come here."

As soon as Han Qing approached, the man took her into his arms.

Sitting in front of him, Han Qing smelled the faint fragrance of ink on his body, and immediately became distracted.

(End of this chapter)