Zhou Qing turned around and saw Cheng Wu coming in, and smiled and said, "What's wrong with it so late?"

Cheng Wu usually comes to find her.

Cheng Wu took about ten skewers of roasted house sparrows in his hand, and scratched the back of his head with a little embarrassed look, "Well, my family roasted house sparrows tonight, and I'll get some of the rest for you."

Sorry to look at Zhou Qing, Cheng Wu looked at Zhou Ping, "Pingzi, give it."

Zhou Ping, who had been fed grilled chicken and skewers, had a round stomach at this moment and didn't want to move at all, "Brother Cheng Wu, give it to my sister, I won't eat it."

Cheng Wu stared at Zhou Ping with disbelief.

In the past, I was even more kinky than when I saw my biological mother. I won’t eat it now?

Seeing that Zhou Ping was really not moving, Cheng Wu looked at Zhou Qing.

Zhou Qing hurriedly took the roasted house sparrow and smelled it, "It smells so good."

Chen Li turned his head to look at Zhou Qing.

Cheng Wu glared at Chen Li and said to Zhou Qing: "Will you enter the city tomorrow? I'll pick you up."

"No, I will go and sell my third uncle tomorrow. I will talk to you when I enter the city."

Cheng Wu wanted to ask, would the little boss go to sell the characters? He was embarrassed to say something. After standing for a while, he put in a sentence, "I'll cut paper for you?"

Chen Li immediately said: "I have written 600 Dafeng, 600 Zhongfeng, 1,000 Xiaofeng, and my wrists are a little painful. I'll take a break first."

After writing the word in his hand, Chen Li glanced at Cheng Wu, put down the pen and sat down next to him and rubbed his wrist with his expression on his face: It hurts so much, it hurts so much.

"There are so many, so I won't write it anymore, that's enough."

Zhou Qing was only concerned about cutting paper and didn't count. After Chen Li said this, he couldn't help but sigh that Chen Li was much faster than her father.

A top student is a top student.

Cheng Wu glared at Chen Li, always feeling that this little boss did it on purpose.

It's really not a thing!

But Zhou Qing even said he wouldn't write anymore, what could he say?

He smirked, and Cheng Wu scratched the back of his head again, "Well, Sister Qing, then I'll go back first."

Zhou Qing smiled and sent Cheng Wu, "It's dark, slow down the road."

The two walked towards the gate of the courtyard. Cheng Wu looked back and saw the little boss looking at them. He looked over and the little boss's eyes did not flash.

Clenched his fists, Cheng Wu said to Zhou Qing: "Sister Qing, why is this little boss always in your house?"

Zhou Qing smiled and said, "He is my father's apprentice. He has no one to take care of himself in our village. He comes to have dinner."

Cheng Wu gritted his teeth and said, "I think he is just uneasy. Sister Qing, you should be careful."

"Okay, I know it."

"Sister Qing, after I've been busy for a while, I'll go and sell your characters with you."

Zhou Qing didn't think much about it, just thought that Cheng Wu wanted to find a living, "Your family will be after the Mid-Autumn Festival. Who would buy Feng characters at that time? I'll call you together until the New Year."

"Okay, Sister Qing, I'm leaving." Cheng Wu felt much more relieved after Zhou Qing's words.

When Zhou Qingzhe returned, Chen Li was writing again.

"I didn't have my wrist pain just now, why did I write it again?" Zhou Qing said to Chen Lei.

"You have to finish writing these cuts."

"No, I'll write it tomorrow. Don't be tired, it's not too early."

Chen Li lowered his head and wrote, but did not answer the words.

Zhou Qing put the roasted house sparrow on a large plate where the meat skewers had just been put, and tied the written characters into rolls with Zhou Yao and put them in a bamboo basket.

Zhou Huailin moved all the bamboo baskets to three bedrooms.

Zhao packed up the needle and thread and took Zhou Ping to boil water and prepare to wash.

Everyone was busy. When Zhou Qing was left in front of him, Chen Li suddenly spoke, "Do you like to eat roasted sparrows?"

Zhou Qing...

ah?

Chen Li took the pen and turned to Zhou Qing, pointing to the skewers that Zhou Qing put on the big plate.

Zhou Qing followed his gaze and looked at him, "You said that the roasted house sparrow is specially delivered by Cheng Wu. If I don't answer, how uncomfortable it will be for him."

Chen Li said, "Do you like to eat roasted pheasant or roasted house sparrow?"

"Of course it's roast chicken." Zhou Qing blurted out without thinking.

If you have chickens, who can eat house sparrow meat?

Chen Li was satisfied now and glanced at the roasted housewife, with a smile in her eyes, "I'm not full tonight."

"Then why don't you try this?"

Chen Li put down his pen and took a string, smelled the smell and took a bite, looking disgusted, "It's not as delicious as I baked."

Zhou Qing...

After Chen Li finished the roasted house sparrow, Zhou Qing and Zhou Yao also packed up their words. Zhou Qing sent Chen Li away and entered the second room.

"How much have you written?" Zhou Qing sat on the edge of the kang, looking at Zhou Huaishan Road, who was still writing.

After playing with mud for a day and crying for a long time, Zhou Huaishan was so tired that he almost broke up. In addition, he had roasted chicken and roasted pork belly just now, and it was so hot outside that he had no intention of writing.

After meeting Zhou Qing's gaze, Zhou Huaishan shrank backwards and said in a loud voice: "Daughter, I feel really uncomfortable today. I seem to have a little heatstroke and I've been dizzy..."

When Zhou Huaishan was talking, Zhou Qing pulled the paper he copied.

After an entire hour and a half, three hours, he wrote a page of paper.

Zhou Qing suddenly felt a sense of anger.

"Why don't you talk about heatstroke when you play with mud? Why don't you talk about heatstroke when you eat chicken and meat? If you write, will you get heatstroke?"

Zhou Huaishan looked at Zhou Qing with his facial features, "Daughter, let's make people lose their character when they hear me."

Zhou Qing slapped the table in anger.

"You are afraid that your personality will collapse and you will study! I will ask you one thing, are you farming or studying?"

Zhou Huaishan looked embarrassed, "There is no other choice? I'm really not a good source of study."

Zhou Qing just wanted to kill him with one brick.

"Who said that reading makes you happy just now, and who said that you should study hard and strive to become stronger! I don't care whether you are the material or not. From tomorrow on, you will hang your head and thorn your thighs, and Chen Li will teach you homework. If you dare to be slow and play, don't cooperate..."

Before Zhou Qing could finish speaking, Zhou Huaishan opened his eyes wide and looked at her with a look of surprise.

"Daughter, what did you say? Chen Li tutored me?"

Zhou Qing nodded.

"He is my apprentice!"

"I've passed the provincial examination!"

Zhou Huaishan...

The eyes were kept falling straight and straight backwards.

Passed the provincial examination?

Why did that little bastard come to worship him as his teacher after passing the provincial examination?

Are you brain sick?

Are you full?

Anger hit his heart, Zhou Huaishan slapped the kang and sat up again, "Daughter, I tell you, that boy is definitely a problem. I don't think I should accept him as my disciple. I will tell him tomorrow and give him the apprenticeship to him and let him get out."

Zhou Qing looked at Zhou Huaishan coldly.

Zhou Huaishan looked like a person who had experienced it, "Daughter, think about it, he is a small boss in the county town and a dead student who passed the provincial examination. He was so full that he came to the village to take me as his teacher! He must have a bad intention."

Zhou Qing hehe.

"What did you say at the beginning?"

Zhou Huaishan slapped his forehead, "I was blind at the beginning!"

I want to see that he is a top student, can I keep him?!

Zhou Qing...

"If you give up his apprenticeship tomorrow, it's fine. I'll ask him to tutor you and let him be your master!"
Chapter completed!