A Layman in the Qin Dynasty

Xiao Yan'er blinked her big eyes, her long eyelashes fanned, showing a little cuteness, she opened her small mouth involuntarily after the chicken leg was handed to her mouth.

"Yan'er can't eat this."

Jing Salamander's demure and elegant temperament was finally broken, Mei Mu looked at Zhao Qixie helplessly, and said softly.

"That's not necessarily true. When I was her age, my grandmother fed me pig's head."

Zhao Qixie shook his head and said.

Thinking of the pork head meat made by my grandmother, I can't help but miss the days when I was a child playing in the mud in the countryside.

How naive I was back then.

wrong.

I am not very dark now, at least I am still a gentle man.

"Xiao Yan'er is a girl, she can't be compared with your bull."

The purple girl rolled her eyes at Zhao Qixie, did not continue the debate with Yan Lingji, said softly, then looked at Xiao Yan'er, stretched out her palm and patted Zhao Qixie's hand teasing Xiao Yan'er with the chicken leg, her eyes She looked at Xiao Yaner, who was muttering softly.

"Big Bull~"

Compared with the slightly resentful reprimand of the purple girl, Yan Lingji was like a goblin, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, she looked at Zhao Qixie softly, and cried softly.

Zhao Qixie's heart was hot, and he glared at this goblin who didn't eat well.

Yan Lingji's eyes became more and more full of smiles, it seemed that teasing Zhao Qixie was more interesting than teasing Xiao Yan'er.

"By the way, when your grandma fed you pig head meat? I haven't heard you mention it, your childhood.

The purple girl looked at Zhao Qixie curiously and asked.

heard.

Yan Lingji also looked at Zhao Qixie curiously and waited for the following.

Jingzhao watched quietly, and there was not much change in his expression. He seemed to be curious, but his attention was obviously on Zhao Qixie.

"Things about my childhood~"

Zhao Qixie heard the words, recalled it for a while, and then said slowly: "I lived in a small village when I was a child. At that time, when it came to summer...

Zhao Qixie also didn't recommend talking about the past.

As for things from childhood, it's okay to talk about it.

He has a good memory.

Most of the things I remember when I was a child are very clear.

Even his parents quarreled a few times he knew it.

As Zhao Qixie spoke slowly, the expressions of the three girls on the side also changed slightly, and the purple girl also looked at Zhao Qixie with a strange look, and couldn't help interrupting: "How was your childhood so good? Kill chickens and pigs at the end of the year?"

"Uh, it's all said, it's overseas, not Huaxia, which is tens of thousands of miles away from us."

Zhao Qixie knew that he had blown it, and immediately changed his words.

"Is there really such a good place~"

Yan Lingji also said a little absently, her expression was a little weak, and she seemed to think of her past.

Her childhood was never so happy.

The happiest day of my childhood was taking my younger brother to pick wild fruits.

Although the stomach is not full, but the days are very leisurely.

Until then the war swept through.

Destroyed everything, even (badh) his own relatives died in the war, and even the corpse capital was never found, and then he studied hard, became stronger, and took revenge...

Until he met Zhao Qixie.

Jing Salar also looked at Zhao Qixie, she would rather believe that all this was a fairy tale told by Zhao Qixie.

No matter where it is in the Seven Kingdoms, there is no such place.

Even the most affluent villages will not kill chickens and pigs every household.

This is too exaggerated.

"Have."

Hearing this, Zhao Qixie was stunned for a moment, then looked at Yanling Ji and replied softly.

Although there are many bad things in the past life, it is the present after all.

That is unparalleled in ancient times.

Ordinary people can eat, drink and have fun.

The knowledge is put there, as long as you want to learn, you can learn everything you want to learn.

Unlike in this era, even learning a word has to look at identity and status.

Look at the poor disciple Li Si.