Xianjin exclaimed, "Wow!", took a sip of the herbal tea, and said with a smile, "I didn't feel any uneven spots on the wood carving at all!"

Qiao Hui also smiled and said, "It has been specially polished. The most taboo thing about wooden dowels is that you cannot see any marks on them."

Xianjin nodded in understanding, and did not continue the topic. He handed the article in his arms to Qiao Hui, "...I wrote this article with my feelings. You can have a look at it. When the teacher comes back, you won't be scolded for being unproductive."

In the past I had the excuse of being busy with my family business, but now that I have quit my job and am idle, I have to do something good.

Qiao Hui reached out to take it and took a quick look. It was purely theoretical stuff. He didn't quite understand some of the words in the article, such as "production relations", "productivity", "value and price", etc. The content was a bit messy and was completely supported by ideas. It did not seek solutions, but only to make the ideas clear.

It's more like...some kind of doctrine?

If it were taken to the imperial examination, it might be judged as a low-grade document because it has no practical use at all.

But if it can be published, it will be the merit of writing a book.

After Qiao Hui finished scanning, he looked up at Xian Jin. The girl, who was about eighteen or nineteen years old, had eyes like stars, looking at him with burning concentration, which made Qiao Hui feel melancholy and happy: he was really lucky, to have such a perfect existence to make him fall in love with her in these long and ordinary years.

Qiao Hui remained silent for a long time.

Xianjin couldn't help but feel anxious, "But it's written very badly?"

Qiao Hui's throat moved slightly, and he solemnly rolled up the article and placed it in the wooden box on the side table. "It's well written, with a kind of... wisdom that transcends the present."

Of course!

A paper that stands on the shoulders of the giant of Marx's economics will definitely defeat the feudal economy!

Although it was painful for Xianjin to write this article, what can I say? The level of the previous papers assigned by Teacher Qiao was at most an ordinary master's thesis.

This one is at least an outstanding graduation thesis among the same class.

After receiving Qiao Hui's accurate evaluation, it was visibly that the girl's features suddenly became lively and flourishing.

The holly tree sprouts and grows, slowly but firmly taking root downwards and sprouting upwards, gradually growing into a tall, independent tree.

Qiao Hui was dazed for a moment and whispered, "Fortunately you didn't have sex with Erlang..."

The voice was very low, and the beginning and ending sounds of some words were connected together, making them sound a little unclear.

Xianjin didn't hear clearly, "Huh?"

Qiao Hui waved his hands, raised his eyes, and raised his voice, "I say, you are like a wolf sometimes!"

Xianjin:?

Everything was fine, why did it suddenly attack in wolf form?

No, personal attack! ?

Qiao Hui turned his head away, his mind working quickly, tapping the paper roll on the table, "From the age of fifteen to now, tell me yourself, have you ever stopped for a day? Expanding the store, making new paper, finding customers... Now in this secluded suburban village, it's rare to have a half-day of leisure, and you still write an article - isn't it a living wolf? Have you ever rested for a day, oh no, a moment?"

Xianjin was stunned.

If she takes a rest, wouldn't it become a farming article?

"I did have a break." Xianjin said in surprise, "I was locked up in Chen's house for the past few months with nothing to do. I also finished reading Master Qin's new work "The Crazy and Cool Son-in-law Detonates the Eight Major Gangs"... and sent Master Qin a letter of reflections after reading it."

The main focus was on the book's all-round abuse of the male protagonist's eight confidantes and five fire-making maids, who were his stud fantasies.

"Oh, I rested this morning, too—I took a long walk up the Longchuan Stream!"

Qiao Hui was speechless.

He did feel that Xianjin was a little tense sometimes.

He had this feeling for a long time. This time when he came back and separated from the Chen family, this feeling became even clearer.

This girl often gives people the illusion that "she doesn't deserve to rest."

People are not millstones. If they keep working at full capacity, something bad will happen.

Qiao Hui leaned back, resting his hands casually on the back of the chair, and said in a calm voice, "Let me think about it. These past few days, you woke up at the crowing of the cock, practiced a set of Ba Duan Jin or Tai Chi, then ate two big steamed buns and drank a bowl of millet porridge. Then you either went into your room to read or looked at the land and houses along Longchuan Creek. At noon, you ate, took a nap for 15 minutes, and then repeated the morning routine. In the evening, you either read or wrote..."

The diary vividly depicts Xianjin's life.

Xianjin crossed his arms and said, "You're watching me!"

Qiao Hui rolled his eyes and said, "My gold!"

"Our yard is not even as big as my palm, and your window faces my door. I am a talented young man with sharp eyes and ears, and I can hear the noise of your dog even with my eyes closed!"

Xianjin continued to cross his arms, "Doesn't that mean you heard everything I said?"

Qiao Hui sneered, "Yeah, I can't bear to hear you describe myself as a pretty useless vase so many times. It's really annoying."

Xianjin laughed out loud.

Qiao Hui was interrupted, paused, and brought the topic back, "You arrange a lot for yourself every day, but you don't have any extra requirements or hopes for food or clothes..."

"Those are all external possessions." Xianjin whispered.

Qiao Hui did not comment, but smiled and shook his head gently, "External possessions...Xianjin, you don't look like a little girl, but like an ascetic monk."

What we practice is the Zen of busyness.

Qiao Hui spoke in a calm tone.

Xianjin was stunned and subconsciously retorted, "I'm just more self-disciplined."

"Is it self-discipline or self-torture?" Qiao Hui said calmly, "What are you chasing after?"

What are you busy chasing?

Xianjin was distracted for a moment.

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