Chapter 081
Without so many things to do every day, Qingxi had a lot of free time, and a large part of this time was spent on studying.
Note that this is real learning.
She was learning how to control spiritual power and how to write big characters with a brush. She was not idle in the rest of the time. Is it okay for the garden in the front yard to be bare?
Of course not.
Since you don’t want to plant flowers for decoration, you might as well plant vegetables.
There is no need for anything fancy, just plant some radishes, lettuce, tomatoes, eggplants, and winter melons. When they sprout, you will see a sea of green, which is not only beautiful but also edible. How great is that?
After patting the crow's back twice, Qingxi stuffed a letter into the slender mailbox tied to the crow's leg. "Excuse me, Hei Yu, please help me deliver a letter to this address."
The crow named Heiyu, who was assigned a private mission, had no intention of complaining. On the contrary, it was a little sticky to Qingxi.
In fact, if there wasn't a mountain as big as Jiro standing between the man and the crow, Hei Yu felt that he could try his best to feed the crow delicious food without fear of any obstacles.
After rubbing against Qingxi and asking for caress and being fed, Heiyu made some cackling sounds before the two of them finally spread their wings in satisfaction, flapped their wings, flew into the sky, and then quickly flew in one direction.
Although everyone still lived in Tokyo, the distance between them was far. Qingxi used public resources for personal gain and at the same time, he also customized an observation record book in his mind for the crows that flew here on their own on the third day after they arrived at the Beiming Island mansion.
Taking Xingming on Beiming Island and Grandpa Su's current home and Grandpa Qin's current home as two points, observe the time it takes for each crow to go back and forth.
"Master, are you sure that Grandma Su won't be angry when she sees your letter?" asked Tsurumaru Kuninaga.
He watched the girl finish writing her reply.
There was actually nothing wrong with the whole letter. The main problem was the font. It was a letter written in a beautiful fountain pen.
And what Tsurumaru Kuninaga wanted to see most from Grandma Su was probably beautiful calligraphy.
As people who traveled from ancient times to the present, Granny Su and Old Man Qin were able to give up their obsession with gambling, Yoshiwara's son, and equally unreliable daughter-in-law and grandson without any regrets when they were old, and "give" all their savings to a girl who was in a similar situation to them but not of the same generation. This shows their "openness", but at the same time, they were both very stubborn and picky in some aspects.
Qingxi waved his hand at him, and asked in a bachelor's tone, "Can I show off my calligraphy?"
Seeing the other party shaking his head without even considering it, Qingxi felt a lump in her throat. The next moment, she said unhappily, "Since you also know this, why should I write it down and show it to others?
Is it embarrassing? "
"Actually, I don't think this is embarrassing." Tsurumaru Kuninaga said while paying attention to the expression on the girl's face. When he saw that she was about to come up and hit him, he jumped back swiftly. "Master, listen to me."
Qingxi crossed his arms over his chest, with the words "I heard you talking nonsense" clearly written on his face.
Tsurumaru Kuninaga coughed lightly, and then please watch his performance.
"Writing is no different from other things. It requires patience. If you can trace a calligraphy copy to 70% or 80% in ten days or half a month, that's talent. If you can copy the calligraphy in five or six months, well, can't we brag about ourselves then? If you can develop your own style in one or two years, that's a small achievement?" He said as his hands made a step-by-step gesture, "We have to have a step-by-step comparison, right?
Moreover, Master, you don't look like you are planning to write yourself into a great figure. Even if you are just fooling around, you have to let people see that you are making progress.
The first letter was not well written with a brush, the second was a little better, and the third was even better. You see, once you compare them, Granny Su will know that you are really practicing calligraphy, aren't you? "
Qingxi, who had originally had a similar idea, changed his eyes when he looked at Tsurumaru Kuninaga again.
I have met someone in the same field (crossed out)… What the hell!!!
Tsurumaru, tell me honestly, before I woke you up, did you do the same thing when you encountered something you didn't like to do in Honmaru?
Noticing that the girl's eyes were becoming increasingly strange, Tsurumaru Kuninaga's golden eyes blinked, "What, what's wrong?"
At this moment, he still hasn't grasped the point.
"Tsurumaru." Qingxi said softly. "You are so good at it."
Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who finally reacted, froze. Facing the girl who had shifted her gaze to the big black bird slowly descending from the sky outside the eaves, he stretched out his weak and helpless hand.
Master, look at me, listen to me continue talking nonsense, bah, listen to my explanation.
Kiyoki walked around the large obstacle and came to Jiro's side.
Looking at the extra basket at its feet, she opened her eyes in surprise, "Is this what Kyojuro asked you to bring?"
"It's a gift," Jiro said in a gruff voice. "Ruhi, Kyojuro, Chijuro... the Flame Pillar has prepared something."
Qingxi's hand, which was about to reach for the backpack, paused. She looked up at Jiro. It was not her illusion. When Jiro mentioned Mr. Rengoku just now, his tone was full of reluctance and disgust.
So, did he do something to you, Jiro? Or was his gift some strange thing?
Well, I'm a little curious.
With this thought in mind, Qingxi picked up the backpack and prepared to go back to the house.
But as soon as she turned her head back, the surprise on her face became even more serious.
She exclaimed, "It's so heavy! It must be nearly 40 kilograms! Jiro, did you actually carry it all the way back?"
She only lifted it for a moment and then put the backpack back.
It's too heavy for her to lift.
"Didn't you stop to rest halfway?" Qingxi asked suspiciously as he looked at the big black bird that seemed very proud of his exclamation.
Faced with the girl's disbelief, Jiro flapped his wings as if to say, "If you don't believe me, I'll take you flying in the sky."
Qingxi waved his hands repeatedly to refuse.
She could fly, but she didn't want to do anything as stupid as trusting a crow to take her flying without any precautions.
Even though the other person and she are close friends, she doesn't want to give her life away.
Because, what if something unexpected really happened?
If I really fell from the sky, would Jiro be able to catch me?
Should she blame it or not?
However, when that time really comes, there will basically be nothing for her to do.
After all, she had fallen to her death.
"Next time, next time." Seeing that the big guy next to him was about to lose his temper, Qingxi tried to coax him. "I know you can, but I can't.
If I let you take me flying without any preparation, I would be scared because I am afraid of heights.
Always give me some time to prepare myself mentally.
Also, I don’t want your claws to grab my clothes and fly me. What if my clothes are torn while I’m flying and I fall down?
So, I'm going to sit on your back.
In this case, we have to find someone to make specific safety chairs and seat belts.
In less than a month, without the back-and-forth low-altitude test flights, the tacit understanding between us is not so good that if I pull a feather you will immediately know what I mean. Not to mention myself, Mr. Beiming Island, Tsurumaru and the others will not agree to you flying with me. "
After hearing what the girl said, Jiro cackled twice in dissatisfaction, but at least he took Qingxi's words to heart.
After a short break, I took Qingxi to fly in the sky so that she could see with her own eyes whether she could do it or not.
However, since the conversation has come to this, Jiro has written this matter down in his little notebook, waiting for the day to put it into practice.
Qingxi, who didn't know that Jiro had already written "taking people to the sky" in his little notebook, just thought that she had coaxed Crow.
Unable to carry the basket, she simply sat down on the porch. While untying the cloth wrapped around the mouth of the basket and tied with ropes, she asked, "Did Madam Ruhuo taste the wine after receiving it?"
She came to live with Mr. Beiming Island in a hurry, so she didn't inform Rengoku Kyojuro and Mrs. Ruka who had been eating her honey.
Although she believed that Yao Yan would explain it to them after returning, she couldn't just keep silent.
So after settling down at Gyomei's place on Beiming Island, she started writing a letter and a five-jin jar of the same pufferfish whale wine that Ubuyashiki Kyouya was drinking, and asked Jiro, who knew that she had moved here temporarily and had found him, to help deliver the letter.
Don't ask her why she wrote the letter to Rengoku Kyojuro so quickly.
The question is, it was written with a pen.
However, she did not expect that after she sent a jar of five kilograms of wine, the other party sent dozens of kilograms of things in return.
The rope was tied a little tight, and sweat broke out on Qingxi's forehead.
Seeing this, Qingxi took out the Melk kitchen knife that she had used to chop the ghost from her gourmet backpack. Before she could make a move, the knife was taken away by a hand that stretched out from her cheek. "Master, leave the cutting of the rope to me."
Tsurumaru Kuninaga took the kitchen knife and cut all the ropes on the backpack in a few strokes.
After taking off the sackcloth covering the opening of the backpack, the next moment the two men and the crow stretched their necks and curiously reached inside.
"Master, this should be the letter Kyojuro wrote to you." Tsurumaru Kuninaga picked up the letter on the top, turned it around on his fingertips and handed it to the girl.
Qingxi took the letter but didn't read it immediately. Instead, he continued to look at the things in the backpack.
"Wow, this seems to be the most popular fabric among girls in Tokyo's fabric shops right now." Tsurumaru Kuninaga then took down a bag that was placed together with the letter. Just by opening it and taking a look, he knew who this fabric with bright colors and complex patterns was bought for.
I just touched a corner of the fabric and it felt smooth and delicate. It was the kind of fabric that only women from wealthy families would want to buy to make clothes for their daughters.
"Master, next time, use this material to make a small pattern. It will look great when you wear it." Tsurumaru Kuninaga suggested.
Qingxi gently stroked the cloth, and it was obvious that it was specially prepared by Mrs. Ruhuo. She didn't know whether she did it intentionally or unintentionally, but just by looking at the whole piece of cloth, she could tell that if it was cut according to her current height, there would definitely be a lot of cloth left over.
She figured the extra fabric might be enough for her to make a sleeveless slip dress.
However, if I leave it unused now, it would be just right to make it after a year or two when she grows up a little.
Thinking of the kimonos she had left over after changing that day and the clothes she usually wore, Qingxi decisively wrapped the cloth back and put it into her food backpack.
"Eh? Master, doesn't you want to use this piece of cloth to make clothes?" Tsurumaru Kuninaga asked in a loud voice as he watched the girl put the cloth away.
"No." Qingxi shook her head. "I have enough clothes. Especially kimonos. I already have several sets. I'll use that piece of fabric to make clothes when I'm older."
"Although this piece of fabric looks good and won't show signs of being outdated even if you keep it for two or three years, by that time there will be fabrics with more novel patterns and better-looking colors. Then we can buy more popular fabrics to make clothes." Tsurumaru Kuninaga said with a hint of disappointment in his tone.
Qingxi's eyes were dead, "Fashion changes every day, do you chase it every day? How come I haven't left you with nothing?"
She patted his arm and said, "If you don't want to see it, then give up your seat. I also want to see what's in the backpack."
"Master, you are the lord of our swordsmanship god, how can you dress so shabbily?" Tsurumaru Kuninaga said with a puffed face.
He was not wrong in saying this. If the clothes of the first two female Shinsengumi who took over the Honmaru were placed inside, the clothes of each of them would fill up an entire cloakroom.
Now, this girl who accidentally got herself and Yaoyan, and was accidentally given a plug-in by the system with spiritual power to awaken them, only wears a new set of Japanese and Western-style medical uniforms for half a month at most, and she is already complaining that she has too many clothes and can't change them all.
"There is still a box of snacks left, a bag of konpeito, a box of, um, red bean bread, two watermelons, and some sweet potatoes..." Tsurumaru Kuninaga was thinking about something in his mind, but his hands were busy.
"Ha." He chuckled, holding out a watermelon in each hand and hefting it. "One watermelon weighs about 15 or 16 pounds. Two of these watermelons plus a bunch of sweet potatoes makes it no wonder they're so heavy."
Jiro quacked, "Rengoku Makijuro wanted to leave one to soak in the well water for lunch with his family, but Kyojuro and Chijuro each took one."
Rengoku Makijuro: My son's elbows are always bent outwards.jpg
Qingxi understood, and Tsurumaru Kuninaga also understood.
The watermelon that I was going to share with my wife and children was given away by my two sons. I felt quite depressed.
Tsurumaru Kuninaga laughed and kept the snacks, bread, and konpeito, and he put the rest of the watermelon and sweet potato into the backpack.
He put on his backpack and said to Qingxi, "Master, I'm going to soak the watermelon in the well. When Mr. Beimingyu wakes up at lunchtime, we can cut one open and taste it together."
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