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Since Yingzheng left the customs, he has arranged his time very tightly. At night, he went to the field to bask in the moon, and by the way, he watched Zhao Yu and Jin Da practice. During the day, he would walk around the town and observe the lives of the people around him. When the sun was at its peak, he would go back to the store to read and study.
Not to mention, he seems to be fascinated by the news broadcast again in the past two days.
Well, his habit, in modern society, is extremely tall Even those who are officials may not be as active as him.
In fact, Zhao Xuan doesn't understand him very well, it's fine to read books, but what should I do to pay attention to current affairs?
? Is it possible I want to fight again
Zhao Xuan shook her head, threw away the scary thoughts in her head, and said to herself: "This Jin Da is really powerful, a zombie can actually make money. Hey, tell me, do I want to sell the shop?" Let him handle the business here and let him be the store manager."
Ying Zheng frowned slightly, his resolute face twitched slightly, raised his head, looked straight at her, and shot away the whimsical thoughts in her mind with one sentence.
"He can't come in and out during the day."
"Right!"
In fact, Zhao Xuan is still very self-aware, knowing that she does not know how to do business, she opens a coffin shop, and the money she earns will be enough for her and Zhao Yu to spend. There are two more family members in the family. Although these two people can still live without eating or drinking, but it is impossible to tell them not to wear clothes!
In this day and age, even if the gods have no money, they can't live a peaceful life.
She can turn stones into gold, but what she uses now is not gold and silver, but big red banknotes. She can also turn paper into banknotes, but the problem is that the banknotes she makes cannot pass the check of the money counter
Of course, Zhao Daxian never thought of using this method of getting something for nothing to satisfy his comfortable life.
Zhao Xuan sighed: "I still have to think of a way. Zhao Yu goes to college, and the cost will be even higher. Hey, in this world, even the gods have to bend their waists for five buckets of rice!"
Zhao Daxian felt so tired, she was a majestic fairy, how could she not be as comfortable as a mortal? No, I have to find a way. If she continues to be aggrieved like this, she is afraid that one day she will become too angry and run to rob the bank.
"I'll handle this matter." Ying Zheng lowered his eyes and said calmly.
"What can you do." Zhao Xuan glanced at him, not believing that he would put down his figure and help the family earn money.
"Don't worry about it, I have my own way."
"Let's look again, Zhao Yu's grades haven't come down yet, and we don't know if the scores are enough yet."
Ying Zheng stopped answering the conversation, his eyes fell on the book in his hand, and with a light hook with his slender fingers, he opened the second page of the book.
At this time, the two of them are like ordinary people discussing family livelihood, how can they be a bit superior? For those who don't know the situation, after listening to their conversation, they might think that this is the husband and wife discussing the future of the child.
Seeing Ying Zheng's appearance of "studying hard", Zhao Xuan angrily grabbed the chicken feather Zenzi that had just been put down, and went to the yard.
Zhao Yu's college entrance examination has ended, and Zhao Xuan doesn't know what her grades are. After all, she hasn't participated in his life for a year and a half, but judging from his tone, her grades should be good, and she can pass the exam in the future.
Although she didn't pay much attention to Zhao Yu's study, but if he really passed the exam, she would naturally be very happy.
But after being happy, Zhao Xuan became irritable.
¡ª¡ªBecause the money in her pocket is about to bottom out!
At this moment, Zhao Xuan is already an out-and-out secular mortal who worries about money.
?¡ It is unprecedented for a fairy to live like her, and there will be no one since.
After Zhao Xuan tidied up the house, she became lazy and didn't want to move anymore. She walked slowly back to the shop in front of her with a chicken feather Zenzi, and saw Ying Zheng hanging his head in the drawer under the counter, as if he was looking for something. thing.
"What are you looking for?" Zhao Xuan put the chicken feather Chanzi in the corner and walked to Ying Zheng.
Ying Zheng ignored her and took out a notebook and a pen from under the counter.
Zhao Xuan pursed her lips, squatted down, and took out a fashion magazine from under the counter that she bought in an unknown year and month, then sat on the side of the counter and slowly flipped through it.
Ying Zheng put away the pen and paper, and out of the corner of his eye, he accidentally glanced at the image of a pretty girl on the cover of the magazine, his eyebrows frowned slightly, and he looked away.
It's really a declining world, how can today's women be so bold, the cloth on their bodies is not as much as his obscene clothes
Well, the beautiful dresses of women these days really make His Majesty the long-dead Emperor Shihuang extremely uncomfortable.
and this?Zhao Xuan, as a fairy, but with the skin of those mortal women outside, so undignified, really Really
Zhao Daxian is very innocent: Your Majesty, haven't you heard of doing as Romans do?
Regarding the light blue short-sleeved T-shirt on Zhao Xuan, what does His Majesty Shihuang think, and why is it not pleasing to the eye.
With his head down and a gloomy face, he opened the notebook, his slender fingers picked up the pencil on the table, and prepared to write with a serious face like a thousand years ago.
That's right, it is to prepare to write.
His Majesty Shihuang is eager to learn, no, he is already dissatisfied with the current situation where he can only read as a child.
Yingzheng hooked the pencil with two fingers, his gaze was like a torch, and the pencil was turning in his hand. After trying several ways, he still felt that the grip was very uncoordinated.
His eyes were heavy, his wrists and elbows were strong, and he held the pen with five fingers, so that the pen and the paper formed a vertical state, and he entered the state of holding the brush in an instant.
Ying Zheng nodded slightly in satisfaction, this is the correct way to hold a pen
However, His Majesty the First Emperor overlooked an extremely important issue. The soft tip of the brush can bring out the font style with the flexible rotation of the wrist and elbow, but the pencil has a hard core. Decent words come.
Ying Zheng stared at the crooked words, frowning in dissatisfaction.
He lowered his eyes, looked at it quietly for a while, and then began to write very seriously.
Zhao Xuan finished reading a page of the magazine, and when she turned the page, she subconsciously looked up at Ying Zheng beside her.
Just one glance, Zhao Daxian couldn't help laughing.
Of course, she smiled cryptically, and Ying Zheng, who was struggling with the pen, naturally didn't notice it.
Zhao Xuan put the magazine on the table, stood up, and stood behind Ying Zheng.
"This is a pencil, don't hold it with a waving gesture!"
As she spoke, she bent down slightly, covered Ying Zheng's slightly cold big hand with her white and tender jade palm, and corrected his bony fingers.
Touching her hands, Ying Zheng moved her forehead uncomfortably, exerting a little force on her palms, and only relaxed her tense wrists after she figured out what she meant.
He sat on the chair and straightened his back slightly stiffly.
The two of them were close together, Zhao Xuan was like an orchid, with faint faint fragrance on her body, Ying Zheng was stunned for a moment, and then a ray of warmth spread from her white and soft palm to his fingertips.
Yingzheng felt slightly unwell, and glanced out of the corner of his eyes, and saw the person beside him with crooked eyebrows and snow-like skin, slightly raised lips with a comforting shallow smile, his eyes darkened slightly, twitching The gaze fell back on her face. Finally, look at the nose with the eyes, the heart with the nose, and the pencil in the hand with the eyes.
"Yes, this is the way to hold it. The current pen is actually very convenient to write. You just need to hold the pen and hold the pen. You will be affected by the habit of swiping the brush back then. The more you practice, the more you will be familiar with it!"
While speaking, a faint fragrance wafted into his ears, and the long hair behind his ears trembled slightly, scratching Yingzheng's earlobe itchy.
Ying Zheng tilted his head slightly, took a shallow breath away from his ears, and gave a faint "hmm".
Zhao Xuan corrected his hand holding the pen, held his hand and walked on the paper, drawing one stroke at a time, and the word "Da Qin" was written.
After writing two words, Zhao Xuan straightened up, smiled slightly, sat back and continued to read magazines to pass the time.
Yingzheng is Yingzheng. After Zhao Xuan corrected the wrong way of holding the pen, even if the five-finger pen-holding technique has penetrated into the bone marrow, she can immediately reverse it.
When I picked up the pen again, the style of the written font was unique.
?One of the two is writing and the other is reading. The shop is quiet, but with a hint of warmth.
It wasn't until the evening that Jin Duo got up from the coffin and took over the task of looking after the store, only to break the cleanliness of the room.
Zhao Xuan looked at the sky, got up, stretched her waist, and went into the yard, ready to make dinner for Zhao Yu.
Now there are four people in the family, and only Zhao Yu, an ordinary human boy, needs to eat to replenish his vitality. The other three are all old monsters, and they eat to satisfy their appetite.
Ying Zheng put the notebook that he had written all afternoon into the drawer, turned his head slightly, looked at Zhao Xuan's slender back, thoughtfully.
He packed up his things, and told the timid Jin Datuo that he and Zhao Yu should gather in the mountains and forests outside the town after dark, and then walked out of the coffin shop.
Jin Duo lowered his head, and waited for Ying Zheng to walk out of the alley completely before he raised his head in a daze.
Following his example, he exhaled, patted his frightened darling, sat behind the counter, and did the same thing as Ying Zheng-
Read, write and write!
Well, the two non-human beings in Zhao Xuan's family are both motivated and good comrades
Take a look, hold the book and read it when you have time, if you don't know the situation, you might think they are going to take the college entrance examination!
In the entire Zhao family, the most unmotivated person is probably Zhao Xuan, who is the boss. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com)p; Well, the two non-human beings in Zhao Xuan's family are both motivated and good comrades
Take a look, hold the book and read it when you have time, if you don't know the situation, you might think they are going to take the college entrance examination!
In the entire Zhao family, the most unmotivated person is probably Zhao Xuan, who is the boss. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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