Farming game: raise cubs with equipment

Chapter 120
Yun Huixian approached the matchmaker in the village and started talking about it, asking her to help find a man in the village.

There is more than one matchmaker in this village, and I don't know how to pass it on. Soon, someone stepped into Yun Huixian's house.

"Hey, which girl are you looking for a husband for?"

Yun Huixian's eyes flashed unnaturally, but it was only a moment, and he smiled and said, "Elder Sister, why are you here?"

"What can you say, I'm the oldest matchmaker in the village, why don't you come to me if you're interested?" Sister Dajin raised her eyebrows, she was responsible for most of the marriages in this village.

There is no happiness without a matchmaker. The matchmaker has a high status in this era and is also respected by the people. After all, when every family wants to get married, they must need the help of the matchmaker.

Yun Huixian didn't intend to make such a big fuss, after all, the little girl hadn't divorced yet, so she told a matchmaker who was closer to her about it, and asked her to pay attention, but unexpectedly, it took only a while to spread the word into the ears of other matchmakers.

"Isn't there no marriageable girl in your family? This time, which girl are you planning to marry? If you have any requirements, I also have ready-made candidates on hand. I can help you take a look." Sister Dajin said.

Hearing what she said, Yun Huixian regained his spirits instead: "Then I'll trouble you, sister, it's nothing to ask for."

Sister Dajin said, "Which girl is it?"

Yun Huixian went to pour a glass of water for the elder sister, saw the other party take a sip, and then said: "I told you, you can't tell others."

"What's the matter, does the other party have some hidden illness?" Eldest sister frowned. She helps people to be a matchmaker, not only can they gain the respect of others, but also get a considerable reward, but if the other party is missing an arm or a leg, she can't do it Such immorality.

According to the words of the matchmaker ordered by the parents, the matchmaker can play a considerable role in the marriage. Sometimes it is only necessary for them to look at the person, but the husband and wife do not know what the other person looks like when they worship.If the groom regrets it after getting married, it will ruin her reputation.

Yun Huixian waved his hands again and again: "No, no, no, I'm actually going to show my little sister this time."

Sister Dajin said, "Yun Yiyi?" Although Yun Yiyi's marriage was not what she said, but when she was old, the matchmaker in the village almost broke through the door of Yun's family, which shows how popular she is.

But this Yun Yiyi is picky, and gradually some bad reputation spread about her, and fewer people talked about her.Later, she married to the next village, and there was very little news about her, and the matchmaker was also a matchmaker from the next village.But this person, Da Jin, also knows the same thing.All matchmakers in the world are relatives, and they will share the resources with each other.

"Yeah, it's her. Does she want to get divorced? I just want to trouble you to show her first." Yun Huixian said.

Sister Da Jin listened carefully: "If we want to make up, then she hasn't made up yet, right?"

"Hurry up, anyway, if you have a suitable one, let her see it first." Yun Huixian said indifferently, anyway, with Yun Yiyi's way of making trouble, she guessed that everyone would know in a few days, so she would not be far away from Heli up.

The eldest sister nodded thoughtfully, "Okay, I will ask you for you these days."

Yun Huixian was overjoyed, and quickly got up to thank him.

Yun Yiyi didn't know about these episodes that happened in the village. The three of them were hiding in the house, eating persimmons while warming themselves by the fire.

This persimmon was taken out by Yun Yiyi from the backpack, each one was big and soft, and it was extremely sweet to bite into.

Persimmons are also available in this era, and everyone is smart enough to know that persimmons are used to make wine, but no one makes persimmons into persimmons for preservation.

Yan Dashuang happily ate a persimmon. He had eaten a fresh and juicy persimmon before, so he naturally recognized it. Although he could feel the difference in taste, he didn't care about it. He only wanted to eat it.

This dried persimmon is soft and delicious. After eating one, I want to eat another one.

Yan Xiaoshuang was holding a persimmon cake and biting it in small bites, with obvious doubts on his brows: "Mother, is this also a persimmon? Why is it different from the one I ate before?"

"Fresh fruit and dried fruit are of course different," Yun Yiyi added: "I dried this persimmon before."

Yan Xiaoshuang snorted, poked the hoarfrost on the dried persimmon with her fingers, and didn't ask any more questions.

The hoarfrost on the persimmon cake is simply the essence, Yun Yiyi once felt that without this layer of hoarfrost, the taste of the persimmon cake would be much weaker.She herself was thinking while eating, if she ran out of persimmons in her backpack, she would try to make a bunch of them herself. In fact, the method is not difficult, just dry the persimmons, bake them, and then seal them in a cool place. According to different temperatures, different hoarfrost will be produced on the dried persimmons.

Yan Qinghe caressed the persimmon cake with his fingers, and after listening to Yun Yiyi's words, he smiled slightly: "Are you still learning to write today?"

After Yan Da chewed the persimmons for a while, his bulging cheeks suddenly stopped, and he didn't say a word.

Yan Xiaoshuang raised his head and nodded solemnly: "Yes." His voice was not loud, but his enunciation was clear, which showed his determination and desire.

"By the way, today is the day when mother wants to tell stories to the nest." Yan Dashuang suddenly remembered this and said loudly.

In his cognition, mother telling stories means that they have no time and that father can't teach writing.

Yan Dashuang really admired her wit, for being able to think of such a perfect excuse at a critical moment.

He wrote the words that his father arranged last time so that he didn't even know what they were, so he must not let his father find out, otherwise his image of being a wise pot will be ruined.

"Is Yiyi going to give a lecture today?" Yan Qinghe's eyes were soft. Although he knew she was giving a lecture, he had never seen it himself.

Yun Yiyi hummed, "It's okay, you can come with me when the time comes, and I can teach them how to write by the way."

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Yan Dashuang stared round his eyes, raised his chubby face from the persimmon cake, and there was a look of despair on his face, this was the first time he thought about other things in front of the food.

Yun Yiyi patted his head, "Eat quickly, after eating, we will start after a short rest."

Yan Dashuang bit the persimmon hard, as if he was angry with someone, which made Yun Yiyi a little confused.

She didn't know the cub's competitive psychology, especially the subtle emotions between the twins.Anyway, from Yun Yiyi's point of view, she couldn't even learn to write with a brush, and it was normal for the two cubs not to be able to.

The picture album was all drawn yesterday, and it was still a simple stick figure with a few words on it.

The two cubs have already sat down. They are usually very noisy, but now they are sitting obediently, with their hands still placed on the table in order, maintaining a posture, and staring at Yun Yiyi.

Then Yun Yiyi began to tell them stories. Although the contents of the stories were childish and anthropomorphic animals, after listening to them for a while, he actually found them somewhat interesting.

Yan Qinghe turned his head to glance at the album, and the paintings on it were the same as those in the previous album. Now that he has seen it a lot, he can also see that it is drawn by the same person.He pushed the wheelchair and leaned against Yun Yiyi.

Yun Yiyi, who was telling a story, didn't notice his subtle behavior.

After telling the story, Yun Yiyi compiled the content into a nursery rhyme and asked the cubs to read it several times, then said to Yan Qinghe: "You teach them how to write now."

Yan Dashuang, who was reading happily, immediately changed his face.

Yan Qinghe looked at the two cubs gently, "Take out the characters I assigned to you last time, and I'll check them."

Yun Yiyi took a piece of ink, poured water into the inkstone, and slowly ground it.

Yan Xiaoshuang was ready a long time ago, and took out a piece of paper from behind like magic, Yan Dashuang dawdled for a long time, seeing Yan Qinghe was looking at him, he ran back to the house whimpering.

After a while, Yan Dashuang also took out a large piece of paper, which was very huge, with several big characters drawn on it, each big character was as big as an adult's fist.

Yun Yiyi glanced at it, but didn't understand what he wrote at all.

On the contrary, although Yan Xiaoshuang wrote a few wrong words and her strokes were wrong, but in comparison, she was much better, and it was much better than Yan Dashuang's ghost painting talisman.

Yan Dashuang also found out, biting her chubby finger, feeling like accepting a public execution, but Yan Qinghe only looked at them twice, and praised each of them one by one.

Yan Dashuang: "!"

Yun Yiyi has already polished the ink well, her ideas are probably similar to those of Yan Qinghe, it is a kind of progress for Xiao Zai Zai to try, and it doesn't matter whether the writing is good or not.In fact, if the two of them said that they didn't want to write, Yun Yiyi would agree straight away.

Yan Qinghe picked up the brush and dipped it in the inkstone. In order to write, he rolled up his sleeves a little bit, exposing his wrist as white as jade, and the black handwriting had an indescribable beauty.

Yun Yiyi always felt that when the ancients wrote, there was a kind of charm, which is a feeling that modern people can't understand when holding a gel pen.

Sensing Yun Yiyi's eyes glued to his body, Yan Qinghe trembled imperceptibly. When he raised his eyes, a stream of light flew across his eyes and turned into a wisp of green smoke, "Yiyi, do you want to try it too?"

Yun Yiyi doesn't know how to use this kind of soft brush. She never thought that she could write with a brush, but when she saw Yan Qinghe swiping the brush, she felt eager to try it.

Yan Qinghe handed her his pen.

The two cubs hadn't seen Yun Yiyi write yet, and they were all staring at her at the moment. Yun Yiyi felt a little nervous, and shook her hand, leaving an unattractive line on the white paper.

"That's not how you hold a pen." Yan Qinghe reached out his hand to help her adjust her posture, because his palm was very hot from the fire just now, and it was very close to her, Yun Yiyi only felt that her hand holding the pen became hot.

Before she could think about it, Yan Qinghe had already left her, tilted his head and said, "Try now, it will be much better to write like this."

It turned out that she was just adjusting the pen holding posture with her. She took a deep breath and began to write on the white paper. The words could not be said to be very good, but she could recognize them.

Yan Qinghe glanced at it, then smiled: "It's well written."

Yun Yiyi was a little embarrassed, so she thought about it, she praised Yan Dashuang just now, so she didn't feel anything.

This person's words can't be true, he is clearly a kind person.

Next, Yan Qinghe began to teach the two cubs. He first taught them how to hold a pen hand in hand. Although he had taught them before, he was still very patient.

Yun Yiyi watched him hold Zai Zai's hand, remembered what happened just now, and then shook her head.

(End of this chapter)