He's...playing dead.
Seeing that Qin Zhao didn't respond for a long time, the little koi quietly looked up at him, then stretched his body and lay down again.
Even pretending to be dead is so insincere.
Qin Zhao was almost laughing because of him.
Does this silly fish really think he can't see it?
Qin Zhao soon smelled a faint smell of burnt food in the air. He sighed silently, picked up the little koi and went out.
His gaze lingered for a moment on the accumulated water beside the wooden barrel and the water trails that meandered all the way to the bedroom. Then he put the little koi back into the barrel with a normal expression and turned to look after his medicine.
Jing Li hid in the wooden barrel and watched him secretly.
Qin Zhao must still be feeling very uncomfortable. He bent down to open the lid of the medicine jar. His movements were much slower than before, and his brows were unconsciously wrinkled on his pale face.
But other than that, there was nothing else unusual.
His temperament remained calm, like an ancient well, without causing even a ripple.
It seemed as if the Qin Zhao Jing Li had just seen, who was cold, alert, and exuded a suffocating sense of oppression, was just his illusion.
What kind of person is Qin Zhao?
Qin Zhao woke up in time, and the pot of medicine was finally saved. He drank the medicine quietly at the table before turning his attention back to the little koi.
Jing Li was observing him secretly. When he met the other person's gaze, he was so scared that he spit out a huge bubble.
Qin Zhao stretched out his hand toward him.
Jing Li stared at his actions blankly and even forgot to run away.
It was over, it was over. Was Qin Zhao angry and planning to kill him to make fish soup, or had he realized that he was no ordinary fish and wanted to kill him as if he were a monster...
In a flash, Jing Li thought of countless possible ways of his death.
But Qin Zhao just flicked him lightly on the head.
The force was very light and didn't hurt at all.
"It's back to you." Qin Zhao stood up and put the medicine bowl back on the stove. "Also, next time, remember to change your method and don't touch my face."
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Since that day, Jing Li has been living in Qin Zhao's house.
Qin Zhao treated him very well, changing his water, feeding him, checking his injuries, and taking very good care of him every day. In just a few days, the originally skinny little koi had grown a lot fatter.
only……
"Where did the food you ate go?" Qin Zhao poked the bulging belly of the little koi, and found it unbelievable.
It is just a small fish the size of a palm, but it can actually eat food that is almost as big as itself.
How did they do it?
Every time this happened, Jing Li would turn over her belly, stick to Qin Zhao's fingers and refuse to let go, asking for a few more touches.
Massage after meals helps digestion.
Qin Zhao's movements were gentle and his strength was moderate, and he soon made Jing Li drowsy.
However, this period of leisure time never lasts long. In the afternoon, it is time for Qin Zhao to work.
Qin Zhao moved the small wooden barrel to the desk in the bedroom.
"Old rules, don't splash the water, otherwise you won't have anything to eat at night." Qin Zhao spread out the paper and ink skillfully and reminded.
The little koi fish wagged its tail at him obediently.
After spending these few days together, Jing Li got to know Qin Zhao quite well.
For example, he knew Qin Zhao's health was worse than he had imagined, so going up the mountain to collect herbs was not easy. He had to choose a day with good weather, neither too cold nor too hot, and he couldn't be out for more than two hours, otherwise he would definitely have a fever when he returned.
The body is very precious.
For example, his main source of income was actually helping people revise and copy books.
Most of the scrolls came from academies or temples in nearby towns. Those places had piled up a large number of scrolls that needed to be revised and copied. Since they did not have enough manpower, they had to find people from the public to do the work.
These places were very generous. Excluding the cost of writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstone, and the cost of having someone deliver it to the town, one could get about 180 to 200 coins for each volume compiled.
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