Nongmen ruffian concubine: ploughing the fields, planting buns

Chapter 457 Take him to write
In the bedroom, Ding Shitou finally escaped from the hot kiss of punishment, beat Zhao Jian lightly, and complained: "He is a brother now."

"Good! Good! I was wrong!" Seeing that Zhao Jian was about to kiss him again, Ding Shitou was so frightened that he quickly surrendered.

"It's good that I can tolerate your broken voice. I'm not happy if you let me be wronged." Zhao Jian didn't get a kiss, so he dragged Ding Shitou towards the bed.

"Oh my brother, how dare you be wronged, but it's broad daylight, how about we sit at the table?" Ding Shitou immediately grabbed him and dragged him to the small round table.

"If you don't sleep with your head covered, how will you spend the day?" Zhao Jian complained for failing to achieve his goal.

If it wasn't for the fact that his subordinates were busy removing obstacles for him, how could he endure this depression?He has been bored in this room for seven days!

But this uselessness is all his own choice, he wants to stay away from that world.

"Who said you can only sleep, you can read and play the flute." Ding Shitou said quickly.It's just inconvenient to sing, after all, it's too eye-catching.

"Oh, you can read, I'll lie down and listen." Zhao Jian sighed, and wanted to go to the bed again.

"Let's write." Seeing him so lonely, Ding Shitou quickly suggested, "I'll grind the ink first, then you hold my hand and we write together."

"Write together?" Zhao Jian stopped and turned around in surprise.

"Well, let's hold the pen together. I will write a character first, and you will write later. You will teach me calligraphy." Ding Shitou had a whim and wanted to take him to write.

He was a master of poetry and books, but because he couldn't see, he could only open the book and dare not pick up the pen.

These days, she reads to him, but he never mentions writing.She knew that he was afraid of writing in the face, which was more difficult than listening to her read.

But now that she thought of this method, she naturally wanted to try it.

Zhao Jian didn't object, and walked back silently, touched the stool and sat down.

Ding Shitou immediately opened the bedroom door to look for the bookcase. In fact, she hadn't taken a pen, ink, paper and inkstone these days, but she was just wearing a false identity.

"Old Li, ask someone to get a small tea stove. We can make tea ourselves. The fragrance of tea is wafting in the room. It will make you feel good when you write."

Ding Shitou took the pen, ink, paper and inkstone and was about to go back to the bedroom when he suddenly thought of something and turned to tell Han Yiqing.

"Okay, I'll ask Xiao Er, and bring a pot of tea up by the way." Han Yiqing got up quickly.

The door opened, he glanced at Zhao Da who was opposite, and left immediately.

"Brother, sit down first, while I grind ink."

Seeing that Han Yiqing had left, Ding Shitou was not in a hurry to enter the bedroom, so he put an inkstone on the table outside, and poured some leftover Dongting tea in to moisten the inkstone.

When the ink came out, Han Yiqing really came back with a small clay stove, as well as a pot of silver charcoal and a porcelain pot of well water.

Although the water is ordinary well water, it is not suitable for their high-quality tea, but the situation is different now, not to mention that they are not for tea, they just want to use the tea as incense.

The teapot at home was casually put aside, Han Yiqing immediately started to heat up the small clay stove, Ding Shitou asked him to make tea and have snacks, and then went into the bedroom with the inkstone.

Spread out the rice paper and put it on the paperweight. Ding Shishi put the inkstone in front of him, and asked Zhao Jian to stand behind her.

Zhao Jian pursed her lips and smiled, and immediately came to her hand, and caressed her slender hand with her big palm, breathing in her ears, with a slight smile.

"Hmph, I'm writing now, not for you to flirt with girls. If you don't write well, you can go to sleep in the cold bed by yourself." Ding Shitou was trembling from the heat blowing in his ears, and couldn't help threatening.

(End of this chapter)