Abandoned Wife Pastoral General Dotes on His Wife

Chapter 360 Special Letter
Lin Xi sat in the carriage alone and fell asleep.

Alas, there are a lot of bad things, don't mind him, let's go to sleep first.

The sky is big, the sleep is the biggest.

Lin Xi lay down in the carriage and had a good sleep.

When she came out of the carriage refreshed and energetic, the moon was already shining brightly.

She stretched first, turning her neck.

Hey, why is it so quiet?

Lin Xi glanced around curiously.

At this time, the little guy's soft voice came from the carriage in front: "Uncle Zhang Hao, I want to write a special letter to Daddy."

"A special letter?" Zhang Hao, dressed in black, rested his chin with one hand at the low table in the carriage, looking at the little guy with piercing eyes.

He is very curious, he writes letters as soon as he writes, and special letters?It's not secret language sound transmission.

After thinking about it, his eyes were soon attracted by the little guy.

The little guy unfolded a piece of white paper, leaned forward, stretched out five fingers, pressed his palm toward the middle of the inkstone, picked it up quickly, and with a "snap", pressed heavily on the paper.

He raised his hand and saw a small five-palm seal printed on the white paper.

With black fingers on white paper, the little guy tilted his head and stared at the palm print for a while.

Zhang Hao looked at the little guy in disbelief, and then at the small handprint on the white paper. He was puzzled, and his eyes gradually turned into astonishment.

He asked involuntarily, "Is that the letter you want to write?"

"That's right, it would be perfect if it was printed with mother's handprint. Alas" the little guy said solemnly like a little adult.

"...but master..." Zhang Hao abruptly cut out the words "Do you see it?"

Unexpectedly, the little guy looked up at him with incomparable disdain.After a moment of silence, he shook his head slowly, and said old-fashionedly: "It's not your fault if you don't understand, it's a big mistake to pretend to understand if you don't understand."

Uh……

Zhang Hao was taken aback. He was the majestic head of Heifengzhai, but he was nakedly despised by a little Douding, and...educated him.

In his nineteenth year of youth, Zhang Hao wanted to cry but had no tears, and was instantly messed up in the car.

The little guy didn't have time to admire his bitter face, he was busy.

The little hand opened the paper with the palm print on it, put it aside, and printed a new one.

He raised his hand and looked at the neat little handprint in the middle of the white paper, his pink lips curled up, and a smile filled the corners of his eyes and brows.

After a pause, he quickly picked up the brush, and in the blank space on the left, he wrote the Arabic numerals from one to nine stroke by stroke, and then drew a square frame of rice.

He marked it on the side, adding up horizontally, vertically and obliquely to get fifteen.If you figure out the answer, I reward you with a bonus.

Of course, daddy can't figure it out, and baby won't laugh at you either.Mother said, a pair of hands, ten fingers, each has its own length.Looking forward to your answer.

"Uncle Zhang, when will my father receive this letter?" The little guy quickly read the letter, and he was very glad that the words were not too difficult. Fortunately, he and his third uncle had been enlightened to read and write in advance, otherwise it would be a big embarrassment.

He glanced at Zhang Hao, who was seriously reading the letter beside him, and secretly heaved a sigh of relief. It's okay, it's okay, it seems that he was also moved by my letter.

If Zhang Hao knew that Xiao Douding had such thoughts, he would definitely vomit a liter of blood.

He understands the words on the paper, but what are the rewards and benefits?*********************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************Also talk about the benefits of rewards?

This little Douding is too much of a fuss.

However, this arithmetic problem is quite interesting.

Zhang Hao grabbed the brush, held it tightly in his hand, and stared intently at the rice box, sometimes frowning, sometimes thinking, and sometimes revealing the joy of sudden realization.

However, it has not been written for a long time...

(End of this chapter)