I traveled through time and space and found a mute boy: That’s enough, I feel sorry for him

Early the next morning, Mu Jinghua cooked porridge with the leftover eight-treasure rice pudding from the previous night, baked a few sweet cakes with brown sugar, and boiled five eggs. He paired these with the dried fish bought by Xu Shu, and filled the table with the food. It was a very sumptuous meal.

Xu Shu told him that he must eat eggs every day. Xu Shu always ate three eggs, so I gave him two.

As for the sweet cookies, it was because Xu Shu liked to eat sweet food. Of course, this was not what Xu Shu said himself, but Mu Jinghua guessed it because he saw that he liked to eat sweet snacks every time he read.

Mu Jinghua also had some selfish motives in preparing this meal.

After spending the past few days with Xu Shu, although he was still a little afraid of Xu Shu occasionally, to be fair, Xu Shu had never said a harsh word to him, but would always smile at him. Although he occasionally liked to say something to scare him, it was always for his own good or to make him happy.

Mu Jinghua didn’t know what it felt like to be loved to the point of struggling to grow flesh and blood. He just wanted Xu Shu to rub his head. This feeling of being loved made him infatuated.

When Xu Shu woke up and saw no one in bed, he knew that the child had gotten up early to cook again. But when he went out and saw a table full of sumptuous breakfast, Xu Shu was a little surprised: "Is today a good day? Why did Xiao Mujin cook so many delicious foods?"

Mu Jinghua shook his head and gestured a little embarrassedly: "Only when you are full can you have the strength to work."

This sentence was of course taught by Xu Shu. The original intention was to persuade him to eat well and not be embarrassed to stretch out his chopsticks to pick up food every time. Now that the young man has put it into practice and said it to himself, he feels quite a sense of accomplishment.

Xu Shu ruffled his combed hair in amusement. This time he did not criticize him for getting up early and going to bed late. He just praised him, "Xiao Mujin is so good to me."

Mu Jinghua's ears turned red with embarrassment. His wish was fulfilled so easily, and he was praised by Xu Shu. It would be a lie to say he was not happy. He smiled at Xu Shu and gestured, "Thank you."

Xu Shu didn't understand what the kid was thanking him for, he just thought he was cute when he smiled.

With eggs added to every meal these days, the child's face has gained some weight and his personality has become much more cheerful. Every time he is shy, she will smile at him and look at him with a pair of soft black eyes, which is so adorable.

Xu Shu felt a little itchy again, but seeing that Mu Jinghua's hair was already a little messy, he finally held back. He quickly washed up, took a bite of the baked pancake, and when he felt the sweet core, his eyes lit up.

In fact, there is not much sugar in the cake, and it is not particularly sweet, but the filling is more like opening a blind box, with the main feature being a surprise.

Anyway, Xu Shu was very surprised. He didn't expect the boy to be so good at cooking. He couldn't help but rub the boy's head and praised him, "How can little Mu Jin be so good! He can even make sandwiches. He must have been a great chef in his previous life!"

Mu Jinghua was almost tempted to run away because of him. He was just a sandwich. How could Xu Shu... He almost praised him to the sky.

But who doesn’t like to be praised?

What's more, Xu Shu had a talent for writing and he never repeated himself when praising people. Sometimes he said that he was dexterous, sometimes he said that he was meticulous, he praised him for being hardworking and capable, and he also praised him for being able to stand on his own. Mu Jinghua almost buried his face in the bowl.

After breakfast, Xu Shu sent the children to the village chief's house. As soon as he arrived at the door, he saw Shen Lin'er.

Shen Lin'er saw him coming and smiled sweetly: "Brother Xu."

Xu Shu was actually quite weak against children who acted like spoiled brats, so he smiled when he heard her say, "Got it, got it. I'll bring you your headband when I get back tonight."

After saying that, he thought of his own child again: "What do you want? I'll bring it to you too."

Mu Jinghua didn't expect that he would get a share. When his name was called, he just waved his hand to indicate that he didn't want it. In the end, it was Xu Shu who made the decision: "I'll bring you some candied haws. Remember to take your medicine obediently."

After saying that, Xu Shu didn't stay long. He said hello to the village chief, turned around and went to work in the tavern.

Early in the morning, Wu Yong was squatting at the door waiting for Xu Shu.

Seeing his eager look, Xu Shu reluctantly took out the plan he had written last night and began to work: "Who is the highest official in the world besides the emperor?"

"That must be the prime minister. He will be granted a title of nobility and appointed as prime minister. This is something that will benefit all the generations of my ancestors." Wu Yong couldn't help but yearn for it, but he soon lost his temper. "But I am the last one in the class of scholars, farmers, merchants and artisans. I am not even allowed to buy a big house with four entrances and four exits."

This was the first time Xu Shu heard about this, and he couldn't help but become interested: "So where do you spend all the money you earn?"

"Of course I'm going to find a way to support my family with a scholar. Unfortunately, students from merchant families are always excluded even if they enter the academy. I can't stand that. I might as well run a restaurant myself, so I don't have to worry about food and drink. I can save enough money to get married and live a life with someone warming my bed in advance. It's refreshing."

Wu Yong had obviously been excluded before, and he was very indignant when he said this. However, when he saw Xu Shu's noncommittal look, he immediately changed his words: "But brother, you are really different from the scholars I have met. I don't know why, but what you say is very convincing and can make a lot of money."

Xu Shu was amused by his flattery and shook the paper in his hand: "Let's talk business."

In the morning, Xu Shu asked Wu Yong a lot of questions about the county magistrate, and learned a lot about this world. After some revisions, the plan was finally perfected.

Xu Shu looked at the paper that was scribbled all over by himself, took out a pen and prepared to copy a new one.

Wu Yong was attracted by the pen in his hand: "Brother, what is this?"

Xu Shu had actually practiced calligraphy, but he was born in the modern era, and even if he could hold a brush and write, his speed could never catch up with that of hard-tipped pen calligraphy. So last night he took out a fountain pen from his backpack to use.

When Wu Yong asked, he started to make up a lie: "This is what my grandfather brought back from the sea. It's called a fountain pen. Now that my family is broke, this fountain pen is still quite small. I couldn't bear to sell it, so I kept it and used it."

Wu Yong was very curious, but when he heard that it was something from Xu Shu's ancestors, he stopped asking questions and just stared curiously at Xu Shu filling the pen with ink and watching Xu Shu write.

Xu Shu was about to start writing, but he felt a little uncomfortable being stared at. He was speechless for a moment and asked, "Are all the ingredients I just prepared ready?"

Wu Yong laughed twice and touched the tip of his nose: "You are busy, you are busy, I will go buy it now."

Seeing his attitude, Xu Shudu was a little confused about who was the boss. He shook his head helplessly and continued to copy.

The plot of land was dry with pen ink, and the plan was not too much, just two pages at most. After Xu Shu finished writing, he wanted to go home, but Wu Yong had gone out to buy food and had not returned yet, so he could not leave without saying goodbye, so he sat in the hall in a daze, wondering what Xiao Mujin was doing now.

At this time, Mu Jinghua was reading a book and practicing calligraphy under Shen's gaze.

Although he told Mu Jinghua yesterday not to run back home to work again, Xu Shu was still worried about the child. When he came to the village chief's house this morning and saw Shen Zhuo, he specifically asked Shen Zhuo to keep a close eye on him and study.

This was the first time that Shen Zhuo was given an important task by his master, so of course he did his best. His eyes hardly left Mu Jinghua throughout the day.

Mu Jinghua, a boy, had never been stared at like this before, and he blushed and was too embarrassed to look at anyone. It was only when Aunt Shen saw that something was wrong and tapped Shen twice that Shen calmed down a little.

But it was only a few. After breakfast, Shen Zhuo came to Mu Jinghua with his book in his hands, and urged Mu Jinghua like a teacher: "Little Mu Jin, as the saying goes, a day's plan begins in the morning. You started learning calligraphy later than others. If you don't work hard, what future do you have? How are your five pages of calligraphy today?"

Mu Jinghua was still thinking about Xu Shu, but after hearing what he said, his mind became much clearer. He was so ashamed that he quickly took paper and pen from the bamboo basket and ground ink to practice calligraphy.

Shen Lin'er, who was embroidering nearby, was speechless. She poked her third brother's sleeve and whispered, "Shen Zhe, who is Mu Ge'er? Why does he need to learn calligraphy like you?"

In Shen Liner's opinion, boys and girls are destined to get married. It is useless to learn to read and write. It will only waste the family's money. This is the case in the surrounding area. Why is Mu Jinghua special?

Shen Zhuo actually didn't know why Xu Shu wanted Mu Jinghua to learn to read, but as a brother, how could he be timid in front of his sister? He pretended to know and used the words of the teacher in the academy to argue: "Of course, it's because books are the golden house."

Shen Lin'er burst out laughing: "Golden house? Why don't you conjure up a golden house? You believe such nonsense, have you become stupid from studying?"

Shen Zhuo was not angry when his sister talked back to him. He just sighed deeply, put on an expression of "a child who cannot be taught", shook his head three times, and then looked at Mu Jinghua again, and pointed out: "The pen strokes are weak, this word needs to be rewritten."

Shen Lin'er snorted, took her embroidery and ran to find her mother.

Mu Jinghua practiced five large characters under Shen's watchful eyes, and was also made to read three short poems. He was so tired that his eyes were about to close. Finally, he heard Aunt Shen shouting that it was time for dinner, and only then did Shen let him go reluctantly.

He really wasn't in the mood to go home and chop wood and boil water. He hadn't expected that studying could be so tiring. He had been sitting there the whole morning, doing nothing more than writing.

Fortunately, after lunch, Shen Zhuo did not urge him to read immediately, but there was no place for him to sleep in Aunt Shen's house, so Mu Jinghua sat by the fence in a daze.

After resting for a while, Shen called him to practice calligraphy again. But after a while, the eldest brother of the Shen family asked Shen to go to the fields with him.

He responded calmly and reminded Mu Jinghua: "You can't be lazy, otherwise I will tell Master."

Mu Jinghua paused holding the pen. Although he didn't understand what Shen Zhuo was threatening him with, he still nodded.

Shen Zhuo then felt at ease to leave, but as soon as he left, Shen Lin'er came over.

Mu Jinghua was very envious of this girl who was two years younger than him. Seeing that she seemed to have something to say, he put down his pen and looked at her. However, he was pushed by the little girl. Mu Jinghua was sitting on a chair and was pushed to the ground without noticing.

He blinked in confusion, and saw that the lovely girl who smiled at everyone was now staring at him with a cold face: "Why are you pretending to be pitiful? You already have Brother Xu, why are you still coming here to seduce my brother?"

Mu Jinghua didn't understand what she meant and tried to stand up slowly, but was pushed by Shen Lin'er again.

He couldn't get up for a while, and fell to the ground and opened his mouth silently, but Shen Lin'er thought he was pretending and stepped on his hand fiercely: "Why, do you disdain to talk to me? Who are you showing off your noble appearance to?"

Mu Jinghua wanted to retract his hand in pain, but Shen Lin'er increased her strength and crushed his hand with her foot, saying viciously, "Aren't you good at pretending to be pitiful? I'll help you show some pity."

But Mu Jinghua's eyes were red from the pain, but he still didn't make a sound. Shen Lin'er thought about the fact that he hadn't spoken the whole morning, and suddenly understood. She couldn't help laughing: "You are a mute, hahahaha, a mute."

Her laughter stopped abruptly, and she said in a sinister tone: "You are just a mute, why do you want to snatch Brother Xu from me?"

The next second, Shen Liner fell to her knees, crying, "Dad, Mom, save me, save me... Mu Ge'er hit me."