A Handbook of Happiness for Small Farmers

Chapter 172 Unpredictable Master Wei
"What are these?" Noticing that Qin Ke'er had entered the room, Wei Jian looked at the stack of papers in his hand with a puzzled expression, and then turned his head to look at Qin Ke'er.

Qin Ke'er took a closer look, and couldn't help but secretly groaned in her heart. What was written on those papers was not Chinese characters at all, but her original second foreign language, Arabic, which she thought of when she was bored.

Looking at the ghostly symbols that she had ordered with the eyebrow pencil, Qin Ke'er really didn't know how to explain to Wei Jian what those things were.

Seeing that Qin Ke'er's small face changed again and again, Wei Jian's face became very strange.

Finally, after a brief silence, Wei Jian couldn't bear it any longer, and laughed out loud while holding the blank papers written in Arabic.

"Miss Qin, at such a young age, you don't just think about being a half-immortal like a fortune teller!"

"Uh..." Qin Ke'er was stunned. Could it be that Wei Jian thought that the Arabic he wrote was...a spell?
Thinking that the foreign language she had learned was actually used as a spell for Taoist priests, Qin Ke'er couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"I'm really sorry that Uncle Wei found out." Qin Ke'er went straight ahead, and it wasn't a big deal anyway.

But what Qin Keer didn't expect was that the smile on Wei Jian's face was suddenly stopped, and a layer of coldness appeared on his originally handsome face.

"Miss Qin is so young, how can she fully believe in these ghosts and gods? If you have time, you should learn more about hand embroidery. It's the right thing to do."

How could Qin Ke'er have thought that Wei Jian turned his face faster than turning over a book, just now he was out of breath from laughing, how did he turn into an old master in a blink of an eye?

Confused, Qin Ke'er respectfully saluted Wei Jian, expressing that he had remembered it and would not draw another talisman in the future.

If you want to talk about injustice, Qin Ke'er is definitely too much to say at this time, but there is no way, who made me write things that did not exist in this dynasty!

"Pfft, hahahahaha!" What Qin Keer didn't expect again was that Wei Jian, who was serious just now, was even a little creepy, and laughed again in the blink of an eye.

And looking at the way he smiled, he was obviously happier than when he just discovered the ghost painting talisman.

"Funny, funny! I didn't expect that Qin Ke'er, who never had a trace of fear when he saw my third younger brother, would be deceived by me into a face full of fear. Haha, good! Good! Good!"

Wei Jian said three good things in a row, and clapped his hands in agreement.It's really a bit of dancing.

"Master Wei, you..." Qin Ke'er was speechless, looking at the man in front of him, he was obviously teasing himself!

Seeing Wei Jian who was so much taller than him, Qin Ke'er didn't know what to say.

From the first time he saw this Uncle Wei, Qin Keer was puzzled by everything Wei Jian showed.

If you say that he is approachable, he doesn't like to put on airs, and he just says "my uncle", but if you say that he always puts on airs, Qin Ke'er somehow feels that the big man in front of him is more like a big boy, which makes people bear Can't help but want to get close.

This time, Wei Jian didn't wait for someone to dust and put cushions on him, but sat down on the chair under the window, and at the same time called Qin Ke'er to come over, "Hey, what's the matter, are you stupid? Tell me, how did you know how to write desert language?"

(End of this chapter)