Chapter 140 The Old Gentleman's Wish

"My dear ancestor, what can I do for you?"

Du Shuai spoke incoherently, and it could be seen that he had countless thoughts in his mind.

"I tell you, your son really needs to be taught a lesson. He is really useless. Not only is he stupid, but he is also not hardworking. You are lucky to be born in this era. If he were in our place, I would have beaten him to death sooner or later."

Seeing the old gentleman with a sage-like demeanor speak so fluently, it seems that he has learned a lot in this world for more than a month.

At least he has learned a lot of curse words.

Du Shuai's father looked at his useless son and was also puzzled.

Although he knew that his son was useless, why did he still alarm the ancestor and let him come up to teach him a lesson.

How useless is this?

Although he thought so in his heart, Du Shuai's father still nodded: "The ancestors are right. I will teach him well in the future and make him study hard. If he doesn't study hard, I will break his legs directly."

After listening to this, the old man felt a lot more satisfied.

"You kids are so lucky to have such a good time."

For the old man, he has seen a lot of things after staying in this era for more than a month.

The children here start going to school at the age of four, and there is also nine-year compulsory education, and there are all kinds of strange things in the small boxes.

With such a good opportunity, there are still so many children who are unwilling to study. It is really a bit of a blessing.

Du Shuai's father nodded repeatedly, thinking about how to let Du Shuai study well in the future. He

definitely couldn't just let him go like before, at least he had to get into a university, otherwise it would be hard to find a job.

He couldn't really let his child go to the factory to screw in screws.

The audience in the live broadcast room also felt bad after seeing this.

[The old man is right, we have such a good environment now, how come there are so many people who don’t like to study?]

[For ordinary people, studying is the easiest way to cross classes]

[Thinking of the ancient times, it seems that many people did not have the opportunity to learn to read]

[Suddenly I am very grateful to the country, thank the country for popularizing education, allowing us to see a different world]

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Mu Li saw that the matter had come to an end, and asked the old man: "Old man, do you want to reincarnate now?"

Who knew that the old man shook his head: "Although I want to reincarnate, I have a wish, and I hope the immortal can help me realize it."

The old man still didn’t understand what was in the small box, but the person in the small box could see, and could also let others see himself.

Xin also unconsciously put the small box into the immortal, and only immortals can do such a thing.

"What wish?"

The old man talked about what he had seen and heard during this period. After teaching Du Shuai and his friends in the evening, he often went to various places to see. He

also visited various museums and found that the contents of many books from his time had disappeared, and many of them only had a few words.

This huge loss of culture made him feel like a knife in his heart.

He cultivated 3,000 disciples in his lifetime and cared a lot about the inheritance of culture.

He hoped that the things in his mind could be kept, and that he could continue to leave some traces of his existence in such an immortal era.

And those cultures that were slowly forgotten by the long river of history could reappear in this world.

Hearing the old man's words, everyone in the live broadcast room, including Mu Li, could not help but stand in awe.

The old man's thoughts made people admire him unconsciously.

"I know that immortals are very powerful. Can you let me stay a little longer? Even if my soul is scattered, I want to write down those things and let them be passed down."

Mu Li felt that he was a little speechless, and it took him a long time to find his voice.

"Sir, it is a great talent to have such an idea. I am willing to help my sir realize this wish."

Mu Li licked his dry lips and said to Du Shuai's father on the other side of the live broadcast room: "Mr. Du, can I trouble you with a favor?"

Du Shuai's father reacted and quickly raised his mobile phone.

"Just tell me what this little god wants to say. I will do what I can."

Mu Li said, "Can you sell me that ruler?"

Du Shuai's father saw the black ruler on the table and remembered why he came to find his annoying son.

It was because his son was rummaging around in his room and took this thing away.

I don't know where this little bastard got the arrogance from. He had already locked it in a box, but he opened the lock directly.

The things inside disappeared.

"That! Little god, it's not that I don't want to give it to you, but this thing is our family heirloom. Even if I want to give it to you, the people in our family will not agree."

This thing was passed down from a long, long time ago and was kept by someone in their family.

They stipulated that they could not cash it in in any way and that they had to keep it well.

This matter was not easy to handle, mainly because the old man's host was this ruler, and he couldn't be too far away.

Mu Li thought for a moment and then said, "Well, can I borrow the ruler for a while, and I must return it within three months?"

Du Shuai's father was still a little hesitant, but after looking at the old ancestor floating in the air and then at Mu Li in the live broadcast room, he thought about it and agreed.

"I'm secretly delivering this to you, but please don't damage it. If it's damaged, my father will beat me to death."

Mu Li: "Then please mail it to me. I've sent you the address in a private message."

Then he said to the old man: "Old man, I will strengthen your soul and body. It can keep your soul from dispersing for seven days. When you come to me, I will strengthen it again."

The old man nodded and returned to the ruler.

Du Shuai's father was shocked when he saw this.

Seeing his son chatting in the corner again, he kicked him twice out of anger.

Mu Li and the people in the live broadcast room pretended not to see it.

"Mr. Du, to thank you for your generosity, let me tell your son's fortune."

Du Shuai nodded immediately: "Then I'll trouble you, little god."

"According to my calculations, if Mr. Du teaches his son strictly and lets him work hard in his last year of high school, he will be able to get into a good college, find a good job after graduation, marry a wife who keeps pace with him, and live a very happy life."

Du Shuai's father's eyes lit up after hearing this. As a father, he was happy for his son from the bottom of his heart when he knew that his son's life was going smoothly.

"But!"

Du Shuai's father suddenly felt his buttocks tighten. Is there any other variable?