My Prince Has Farmlands

"Dang -" Chi Ziyu chopped on the chopping board with a kitchen knife, which scared Zhao Yue to jump up.

I thought something had happened, and then I realized that I was making a fuss.

"Don't be unkind, you little lady. As the saying goes, a gentleman is far away from the kitchen. I respect you very much because a scholar is humbly helping you in the kitchen.

I'm so big. I've always been served by servants. I've never helped any woman. "

Chi Ziyu pulled the corners of his mouth, "OK, if you really want to do something, go and wash the dishes for me."

Zhao Yue glanced at his mouth and said gently, "I'd rather help you cut vegetables. I'm afraid you'll hurt. Look at you with thin skin and tender meat."

“……”

Seeing that Chi Ziyu had nothing to say, Zhao Yue quickly scooped up water and washed his hands carelessly. He ran to pick up the kitchen knife in Chi Ziyu's hand.

Chi Ziyu wanted to cut him in the head.

Qixingyun came in at this time, quietly walked behind Zhao Yue, picked up his whole back collar and fell out, "get out!"

Poor Zhao Yue fell to the ground and shit before he even touched Chi Ziyu's hand.

"You wild man! You can't teach children!" Zhao Yue didn't dare to start. He was so angry that he pointed to Qi Xingyun and yelled.

Qi Xingyun walked over with a calm face and stepped on his slightly convex stomach: "you have seed, say it again."

Qiduocai hurriedly came to pull him. "Don't be rude, fourth brother. He's my friend. Give me face."

Qixingyun coldly pulled the corner of his mouth and didn't speak, but he kicked it with force.

Zhao Yue's round body rolled on the ground for several times.

"Don't let me see you as a demon again! Hum!"

Qixingyun turned back and glanced coolly at Wang Fang, who was already trembling with fear. Wang Fang shook her head again and again, "no... I won't do it again..."

Then he quickly slipped out.

Qi duocai saw this scene. He was angry and helpless for a moment. He hurried to help Zhao Yue get up and left in dismay.

"The third brother is also true. He made some evil friends. He ran to help me burn the fire. As a result, he couldn't burn the fire, so he moved all his books and burned them. He had to make trouble for me here." Chi Ziyu said helplessly.

Qi Xingyun glanced at the firewood pile and saw that there was still a pile of books there.

Suddenly, the corner of his mouth mocked, "he himself is not good."

He said that the man had sat in front of the stove, stuffed firewood in and set up the fire again.

Then he didn't leave. He kept lighting a fire and occasionally helped Chi Zi fish wash dishes.

On a whim, he picked up Qi duocai's book and looked at it.

I didn't know. His eyes sank at a glance.

Books are not good books, even the least popular romantic publications on the market.

Relying on the fact that no one in his family can read, Qi duocai brings books to burn as firewood. Others are distressed at most, and it's hard to say anything about him.

Who makes him a scholar? A scholar has the privilege to decide everything.

Chi Ziyu also loved his books. He came over and took some of them with him. "Instead of being a firewood, he might as well take them and pad the feet of the table for me."

Their desks are also dilapidated. There are really no good things in the house.

"When I have time, I'll cut down some elms to make a table and change the cabinet." Qixingyun road.

"Don't tell me you can make tables and cabinets?"

"I can learn."

"Where to study?"