Seeing the blood-sucking leeches, Li Huowang raised his foot and stepped on the leeches beside him to death. Then he looked at Yang Xiaokai in front of him with a little distress.

"This thing often sucks into your legs?"

"When you plow the paddy fields, it is inevitable that there will be a cow in the water and rotten the crotch. It's just that it's not a water snake. In fact, it's okay to suck human blood. If you have hands, you can pull it off."

"But it's troublesome to suck the cow. The cow has no hands and can't take it down, so you can only let these things suck. Otherwise, how is this thing called a bull rotten crotch?"

Li Huowang looked at Yang Xiaohan’s tender face in front of him. If this child was in the future, he would probably be in the sixth grade of elementary school, but here he would have become like an adult.

After thinking about it, Li Huowang patted his shoulder, "Don't cultivate the land in the future. You should learn to recognize words in a private school, rather than work in the fields. Just let the tenant farmers do these work."

When Li Huowang spoke, a new teacher soon appeared in Niuxin Village.

Although Niuxin Village is remote, as long as you spend enough money, a teacher who has not passed the scholarship exam can still be found casually.

This is not only for Yang Xiaokai, but also Li Sui was in a private school. He followed Liu Huowang's instructions and listened quietly to the teacher's lectures.

Except for them, as long as everyone else has nothing to do, they will lie on the window to eavesdrop on the window, as if they can listen more and make more money.

Even Lu Zhuangyuan came over with his grandson who was not over one year old, saying that he wanted to gain more attention from literary popularity and would be more likely to be the top scorer in the future.

Seeing this scene, Li Huowang simply opened the door. In the future, anyone in the village who wants to hear can come to a private school, just treat it as a benefit in Niuxin Village.

Looking at everyone who was listening attentively in the private school, Li Huowang showed a slightly smile on his face, and even his gloomy mood in the past became much better.

"Why are you laughing at?" Bai Lingmiao, who was standing beside him, asked in surprise.

"How great it looks. No matter how many hardships we have experienced on the road, life is always getting better and better. Isn't this what they want?"

Bai Lingmiao reached out and tied his fingers with his fleshless hands, and leaned slightly towards him.

"Yes, life will always get better and better, so, if you encounter any future, don't seek death. No matter what you encounter, there will always be a day in the past."

At this time, the teacher inside was teaching the disciples below to teach other things. "It's useless to learn. I don't expect you to be a scholar. You only learn practical things, such as recognizing words and calculating the foundation!"

"Learning these means having a good technique and you won't be hungry anywhere! Today we will learn how to make plans first!" After the teacher said that, he raised a tube of chopsticks in his hand high.

"There are eleven hours this day!" He picked out eleven from the chopstick bucket and slapped it on the ground.

"For example, a peddler went to your village to sell goods and took five hours on the way." The teacher took five of the eleven chopsticks. "How many hours does he have to sell goods and sleep?"

"Hmm?" Li Huowang's face became a little ugly.

Feeling the strange expression of Li Huowang, Bai Lingmiao asked in surprise: "What's wrong? Isn't this teacher very good?"

"Twenty-four hours a day, two hours are counted as one hour. Then there are obviously twelve hours on this day. I really don't know where the eleven hours in this person's mouth came from."

"This person can't even understand the simplest time. No wonder he can't get into the scholar exam. Find a reason to step down so that he won't mislead his children."

Hearing Li Huowang's call, Bai Lingmiao's pink and white eyes showed a hint of suspicion. "Li Huowang, what are you talking about? This day was eleven hours. Where did your twelve hours say that came from?"

"What?!" Li Huowang's mind was as if something had hit her violently, and it was buzzing.

He first glanced at Bai Lingmiao in shock, and after she answered affirmatively, he rushed into the private school and asked the teacher: "Is it really only eleven hours a day?"

"Nonsense, it's not eleven hours, how many more can it be? What are your opinions?" The teacher felt very dissatisfied with the man who suddenly rushed in and interrupted his professor, and was wrapped in white gauze.

Li Huowang, who was shocked, turned around, looked at the pair of eyes behind him, and asked to all of them: "There are only eleven hours a day?!"

Yang Xiaowa seemed very confused about Li Huowang's shock. "Yes, Senior Brother Li, aren't this day eleven hours? What's so strange about it?"

"Only eleven hours? That means there are only twenty-two hours a day here? Where did the lost two hours go?"

In an instant, Li Huowang had an illusory feeling about this world.

Bai Lingmiao, who had a slightly frown, walked into the private school, took his hand and walked outside. "How are you? Isn't it normal to have only eleven hours a day?"

"No, it's still wrong." Li Huowang calmed down, and he decided to find the answer himself, "Miaomiao, are there any timed things in the village? Take them out, I want to use them."

"The timer thing? Is the water clock okay? The Bai family only has that thing."

"OK!"

Soon, three huge wooden barrels connected from high to low were placed in front of Li Huowang. The top wooden barrel was filled with water, and the water fell into the second wooden barrel drop by drop along a small tube.

The time of each drop is almost the same as a second. Li Huowang even believed in the tools, and he deliberately remembered it silently in his heart.

But no matter what, the answer Li Huowang finally got was indeed eleven hours a day.

Although this is a bit of a deviation, it is impossible to deviate for two hours.

Li Huowang, who had not slept all night, finally accepted this reality. The world really only has twenty-two hours a day.

He rubbed the corners of his sore eyes with the back of his hands, and Li Huowang murmured to himself: "So that's it, so the reason why I finally overslept in the past is because I lost two hours this day?"

Since Qingfeng Temple came out, I either overslept or felt that I didn’t sleep enough. Now it seems that it is a matter of time.

Bai Lingmiao, who was standing behind him, had deep worries in his eyes. "Li Huowang, what are you having?"

Li Huowang accepted this setting that only has twenty-two hours a day faster than he thought. Since even this world is crazy, it is appropriate to have an abnormal time.

He stood up and gently hugged Bai Lingmiao, "When Qingfeng Temple is it, is it eleven hours a day?"

"Of course."

"Then why didn't you tell me?"

"Do you need to tell this kind of thing? I don't know that you don't even know this kind of thing."
Chapter completed!