Xianjin looked down at the four lines of limerick still posted in front of the sink.
It would be fine if you didn't mention this, but now that you mention this, her desire to change someone becomes even stronger!
"Really not..." Xianjin waved his hand, "I just want to change someone and see if the body size..."
Tuesday's dog roared to the sky, like a husky with bloodshot eyes, "You are you are you! From the beginning, you have disliked me for not being able to read! And not being able to write! How could you be like this! I worked hard to accompany you until late at night! Sleepless! Panting! In the blink of an eye, you used a newcomer who is younger than me! Whiter than me! Fresher than me! Tell me, tell me, what exactly do you dislike about me!"
Xianjin:......
"I think you're too tall! Too strong! Too powerful! Too wide a range of motion!" To deal with a husky, you must first transform yourself into a husky and defeat magic with magic. Xianjin also roared loudly, "Are these reasons enough!"
On Tuesday, the dog paused, then was stunned.
Forehead?
It seems like he can accept these reasons very happily...
Tuesday Dog couldn't stop smiling.
The guy standing by pointed at himself angrily, "You just like me because I'm short and thin, I don't have much strength, and my movements are narrow!"
Xianjin: It’s not impossible for you to understand it this way...
......
Zhou Ergou left with satisfaction, and Qi Qiqi, with a submissive look on his face, accompanied his boss to write a letter.
After two rounds of fighting, Xianjin was surprised to find that Qi Qiqi's strength was slightly inferior to Zhou Ergou's, but slightly stronger than her, so it was less likely for them to lose balance when they worked together. Moreover, this man was good at using clever strength and had a very strong observation ability. After the first curtain was underwater, Qi Qiqi would very sensitively cooperate with Xianjin's angle and strength according to the current status of the pulp hanging on the bamboo curtain to ensure that the pulp was hung as evenly as possible.
Xianjin was overjoyed. He turned around and poured himself a cup of cold tea. After gulping it down, he patted his cheeks hard. His confidence gradually built up. When he returned to the brick-concrete trough, he felt inexplicably relieved.
For four consecutive days, Xianjin stayed in the Jixi workshop, sharing a room with Aunt Zhong.
Almost every day he would return to his room after midnight, leaving the paper-collecting shed to his assistants to "work the night trough". In the morning he would get up with the new recruits in training and run along Longchuan Creek with Aunt Zhong.
Xianjin thought he would be at the tail end, but ended up being firmly in the last few places in the second tier. A positive ranking would at least allow him to squeeze into the top... fifteen, right?
Qi Qiqi was really rude, "...Our teacher Zhong not only runs in the morning, but also at night. You have such skinny arms and legs, tut tut tut, you can't outrun Teacher Zhong."
No, your practice of praising one and criticizing another is very unacceptable even in the East Asian fan circle!
Xianjin dragged Qi Qiqi with him and maintained a practice time of at least six hours a day to fish out paper.
During this period, the Star of Hope came twice, silently and gently accompanying Xianjin. Sometimes he brought steamed dumplings, and sometimes he brought three bowls of delicious red soup noodles that were popular at the alley entrance. Since Xianjin simply did not return to the Chen residence, Chen Jian would wait until curfew to return alone.
Qi Qiqi finally couldn't stand it anymore. He looked at Chen Erlangjun, who had a straight nose and a tall figure under the oil-paper lamp not far away, and asked Xianjin in a low voice, "...Are you going to be our boss lady?"
Xianjin looked at Qiqiqi expressionlessly and said, "Mother, I am your boss."
On the ninth day, Xianjin and Qiqiqi's cooperation had reached the result of eight good sheets of paper out of twenty curtains, so Zhou Ergou was invited to watch the show. Zhou Ergou crossed his arms over his chest, his biceps bulging. After pondering for a while, he slapped his forehead and said, "I know what's wrong! When the first curtain entered the water, my movements were big and Jin Jie'er's were small. My elbows were high, and when I immersed them in the water, I had three inches of it. Even if Jin Jie'er immersed herself to the same distance as me, she would still be three inches shorter! How can we be synchronized like this!"
Xianjin: ...Thank you, you are about to poop and your anus has opened.
Think again about the words written on Qiao Hui's paper.
He was completely standing from the perspective of a martial artist, starting from the movements, looking at the rhythm of the two people's resonance. She and Zhou Ergou were too different in size. Without long-term and continuous running-in, it would be impossible for them to enter the water and exit the water in a straight line!
Qiao Hui knew nothing about paper making, but he hit the nail on the head.
Xianjin couldn't help but sigh: How smart! He is indeed very smart.
but...
Xianjin narrowed his eyes and looked at Zhou Ergou: She is confused by the situation and can't think of anything else under pressure. What's wrong with this person!? How can he be a special teacher and a substitute!? How can he be a private tutor! Can't he see such a simple truth!
Xianjin questioned Zhou Ergou, who said confidently, "When we entered Taoism, our master told us that we should find someone with similar body shape to pick up paper! You took the initiative to choose me, so how can I reject you? Where is your face!?"
Xianjin was so angry that he wanted to continue transforming into a Husky - at this time, you are very proficient in the ways of the world!
The evening of the ninth day was night.
Xianjin still lives in the Jixi workshop.
In order to help Xianjin get a good night's sleep before the battle tomorrow, Aunt Zhong took the initiative to go home and left an empty room for Xianjin.
The sound of the gurgling water of Longchuan Creek and the faint yet stubborn calls of the few remaining cicadas in early winter intertwined together, making the night seem particularly quiet.
Xianjin was lying on his back on the bed, and in a daze he heard a "dong" sound.
It was the sound of stones hitting the windows.
Xianjin blinked suddenly, without even having time to put on his shoes, and immediately pushed open the window opposite.
There was no one outside the window.
Xianjin lowered his head and saw a narrow scroll on the window sill, tied into a knot with a bundle of dry grass.
Xianjin leaned over to retrieve it, but couldn't find the scissors. With a ferocious look on his face, he used both hands to pull the dead grass apart.
Xianjin unfolded the scroll bit by bit, but then he froze in place.
From left to right, the scroll reads: "On learning, the way of learning is the best of all. All living things gather together like the sun, moon, mountains and rivers, so that they can open their wisdom, open their spirits, and be quick in action..."
It was she who first wrote the article "On Learning" by Qiao Shanchang.
It is more than three thousand words long.
Xianjin opened the scroll to the end, and saw five or six lines of dark green comments: "The writer knows the great principles. Although he is not familiar with the past and present, he has a sincere and kind heart and inherits the Taoist style of inaction. His thoughts are far ahead of others. The whole article is plain and smooth, the words are effective, and the ideas are feasible..."
The final instruction was signed: "Autumn of the 14th year of Baoyuan Zhaode".
Last autumn.
For some reason, Xianjin suddenly felt a sour feeling surging up to his head.
Teacher Qiao liked her to mark Qiao Hui's papers, so naturally, Qiao Hui would also mark her papers.
This was the first time she saw Qiao Hui's comments about her.
Xianjin blinked lightly, trying hard to suppress the bitterness in his heart, raised his head and looked around, and naturally there was still no one around.
Xianjin turned the scroll over and saw a short, narrow piece of paper attached to it:
"As long as you want it, you can do it. It's writing, it's paper, it's everything."
The brushwork is brand new and the strokes are bold.
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