Eating big melon is so refreshing

"Master Zhu, you are so stupid! If Yunxia had you in her heart, how could she sleep with so many men? The one who really cares about you is your wife Yunshuang, but it's too late. Yunshuang died of overwork and depression two years ago. Master Zhu's two sons hate their father so much that they ran away from home and never came back. Did Master Zhu ever regret that he ended up with a wife and children who died and was spurned by the family? Alas, you scumbag!"

After eating a bursting melon, Xiao Chunya's previous fatigue was swept away and she became full of energy. She continued to search for melons in the melon field.

"It's still An Fuya. She arrived in Huangyang County the day before yesterday and is hiding in Guangning Town today. Is her goal to assassinate me?" Xiao Chunya was surprised. "I have no grudge against her. What? Stealing luck? An Fuya not only wants my luck, but also Master Mingyue's luck. Is she crazy? How could she think that by killing the two of us and stealing our luck, she can usurp the throne and become the empress? I'm going to tell Grandpa Guang to kill An Fuya!"

Zhao Guang: I've heard it, little fatty, just go to school without worry.

Master Mingyue: He has already told my eldest brother, how could he let An Fuya have the chance to assassinate him? Obviously someone tipped him off, could it be Master Zhu? It better not be him, otherwise...

Xiao Qiulin's eyes were cold and gloomy. That woman let her run away last time, and now that she was at her doorstep, there was no reason to let her go.

As for Master Zhu...it's better to send him away. If he stays, he might tip off the enemy, and then we can collude with him from inside and outside, which will be a lot of fun.

Originally, we were supposed to have a holiday on the 25th day of the twelfth lunar month, but after this incident, Master Zhu was sent away, so we simply had a holiday a few days earlier.

"Really a holiday? Today is only the 300th of the twelfth lunar month, did I hear it wrongly?" Luo Xiaopang's bright smile did not hide his eagerness to go home and sleep in. His grandfather's expectations of him were not high. As long as he passed the examination to become a scholar before the age of and his strength reached kilograms, it would be enough.

"Even real gold is not as real as this." The poor student Chen Zichuan's expression was as if a death row prisoner was pardoned at the moment of beheading. With such acting skills, he could have won a golden man in his previous life.

"It's just a county exam, no need to be so exaggerated." Xiao Chunya rolled her eyes. "We will be eight years old next year. Don't you have any self-confidence at the age of eight to take the county exam?"

"There is nothing that can't be solved by a chicken drumstick. If there is, then give me another one." Fatty Luo patted his chest proudly, "We fat guys are open-minded and easy to satisfy."

Chen Zichuan sneered, "Last time, I ate an extra piece of ginger duck, and you chased me for half an hour. Is this what you call being open-minded?"

Luo Xiaopang blocked his ears with his fingers. He couldn't hear anything. He simply sealed this memory.

"Stop talking nonsense, pack your bags quickly, and you can go home this evening." Xiao Chunya suddenly paused, "Isn't there a mock exam for the prefectural exam? Do you want to take it?"

"Wait until the eighth day of the first lunar month for you to come back and take the mock exam." Master Mingyue said, "I will go back to the imperial capital first, and then come back to join you after I finish the county exam."

"Where's the teacher? How can we get good grades without someone to guide us?"

"I will find a teacher for you." His tone was calm and there was no flaw in it. "The contract I signed with Master Zhu has expired. I will hire a new teacher for you in the spring of next year. He used to be a prefect's advisor and will be very helpful for future exams."

"Thank you."

"Just a verbal thank you?"

Master Mingyue approached Xiaochun'er cautiously, his heart was like a fluttering deer. He took a deep breath, finally mustered up the courage, and quickly kissed Xiaochun'er on the face.

At this moment, a sharp gaze stabbed at him like a sharp blade. Master Mingyue was startled and turned around to see Xiao Qiulin rushing towards him angrily.

The two of them were circling around the farm. Young Master Mingyue started practicing Qinggong at the age of four, which was better than Xiaoqiulin's second-rate Qinggong. Of course, if Young Master Mingyue was caught, his fate would be very miserable, and Xiaoqiulin's beatings were very painful!

Xiao Chunya suddenly yawned, "I remembered, Dad and Mom haven't come back yet. It's no fun for us to go back and see my grandparents staring at each other. Let's wait until tomorrow to go back."

She went back to catch up on her sleep and had no time to watch them go around in circles. It was just a kiss, she had kissed Luo Xiaomei several times, and Luo Xiaopang hadn't chased her, so why was she making such a fuss?

"Xiao Chunzi, will my house be finished next spring?" Fat Luo came over and said casually, "My grandfather asked me to ask."

"No, your house has two floors and more than 20 rooms. It will take at least a year to finish." Xiao Chunya said, "After the spring ploughing, we have to start building the basement. It will take three to four years. If the materials are not available, there is no point in rushing."

The small ancient town of Guangning and the small town of Yuexiu in Huangyang County have built large basements. One-tenth of the other villages are expanding their cellars. Bricks, stones, wood, and steel are in urgent shortage everywhere. The price of grain harvested in autumn this year has risen and is in short supply. The villagers who are really short of money will not sell their grain.

Fortunately, God is kind to us. Huangyang County has been well-maintained for the eighth year, allowing the people to finally breathe a sigh of relief. They now have some savings at home and can dig cellars to store grain.

"It takes so long to build a basement?" Fatty Luo was a little surprised. "I thought two years would be enough time. But there's no rush. Even if the thousand-year catastrophe comes, the basement won't be needed for the first three or four years."

"The basement is prepared for eight or ten years from now, but by that time we will have already reached the level of Dark Power, and fighting alone will not be a problem."

Xiao Chunya yawned again, "I'm really sleepy. I want to take a nap and clear my mind." She didn't know that as long as she fell asleep, the melon-eating system would take her to practice martial arts and then seal her memory.

The setting sun was like a heavy gold coin, slowly sinking into the embrace of the distant mountains, and the sky was filled with layers of rosy clouds.

Eighteen hurriedly walked towards Master Mingyue and whispered, "Master, Nineteen sent back a message that An Fuya was shot in the left shoulder by Zhao Guang and fled into the depths of Phoenix Mountain. That place is dangerous and she has no food. She won't survive for a few days."

The last time the Xuanwu Guards raided, they didn't dare to go deep into Phoenix Mountain, and only hunted wild animals on the edge. Even Zhao Guang, who was in the Gangqi period, didn't dare to easily try to enter the deep mountains, as if there was some taboo there, and whoever went in would die!

Master Mingyue nodded. He didn't think that An Fuya could survive in the deep mountains and forests after being seriously injured by an arrow. As a reborn person, she was actually worse off than in her previous life. It was amazing.