A Handbook of Happiness for Small Farmers

Chapter 173 The Grandpa Who Taught Desert Language

"Desert language?" Qin Ke'er was speechless, could it be that what he just thought was wrong?In this Ming Dynasty, which I have never heard of, there is also the existence of Arabic?
Seeing Qin Ke'er's expression, Wei Jian became even more puzzled, "Why, you didn't know that what you wrote was desert language?"

Qin Ke'er looked at the papers in Wei Jian's hands, and the numbness on his face became more and more obvious.

This is how to do?Should I say I know it, or should I say I don’t know it?
Also, where does the desert text belong to? Has this Yuan Zun been to those places before?

For a moment, Qin Ke'er thought about many possibilities in his little head, but when the words came out of his mouth, it turned into another story completely.

"This, this is called Desert Text!" Qin Ke'er smiled shyly, and continued: "These were originally taught to Ke'er by an old grandfather, but before Ke'er asked what these things are, the old man Grandpa has already left."

"Grandpa? What does it look like?" Wei Jian became interested when he heard it. Qin Ke'er even had the illusion that he saw the deep longing in Wei Jian's eyes.

But what is he longing for?Do you know the old grandpa I casually mentioned?

"That's right, that's right..." Qin Ke'er thought for a while, and in the end, she could only answer Wei Jian's question by aging the teacher who taught her Arabic in her previous life for decades.

Wei Jian listened to Qin Ke'er's "grandpa" very seriously, as if he was a child listening to the class seriously.When there is something uncertain, such as the old man's specific height, clothes, and other characteristics, he will open his mouth to ask a few questions.
The more Qin Keer talked, the more trembling she felt. Looking at Wei Jian like that, she probably wanted to follow what she said, and really wanted to find such an old man from the Ming Dynasty!

"Uncle Wei, Ke'er is done." After finally talking about such an old man who didn't exist at all, Qin Ke'er finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then, do you know the true meaning of these desert characters?" Finally, Wei Jian looked at Qin Ke'er with some uncertainty.

"No, I don't know, just, I just know how to write..." Qin Ke'er hurriedly shook her head and waved her hands to veto.

Just kidding, if he said that he understood these meanings at this time, this Wei Jian would have to turn himself around and become an Arabic teacher!
Just kidding, Qin Keer's wish is to be a pure foodie landlady, not to be a translator or a teacher.

Hearing Qin Ke'er's answer, Wei Jian's face flashed a trace of doubt, but more of it was regret.

"Forget it. According to what you said, you haven't known that old man for a long time. It's rare to be able to write." Wei Jian shook his head and waved his hands. He just wanted to put down the paper in his hand, but he seemed to want to Feeling like something, she suddenly raised her head and looked at Qin Keer, "Miss Qin, can you give me these manuscripts as a gift?"

This time, Wei Jian's self-proclaimed title was no longer my uncle, but my subordinate.When Qin Keer heard this, she couldn't help being shocked: It's just some straw paper that she painted on, but it can make Wei Jian change so much, what's the reason behind it?
However, analyzing these things is not Qin Keer's strong point, and a few pieces of paper are worthless, so Qin Keer graciously agreed.

(End of this chapter)