Traveling through the starry sky just for you, I was a koi in ancient times

Dinner was delayed again and again.

After dinner, the family sat down to chat again, and Wang Jinyi thought of a clever way.

"Dad, if my handwriting is not good now, can I use my seal instead of my signature?"

"Oh! You mean the seal? You want to use the seal instead of the signature?" (Seals were popular in the Shang Dynasty)

Mother interjected:

"You are still too young. Carving a seal requires strong hands. You can learn it when you grow up."

Wang Jinyi thought: I originally wanted to take advantage of the situation and asked someone to carve a seal instead of signing, but I didn’t expect my family to understand that I had to carve it myself.

It’s not enough to take shortcuts, you can only beautify your thoughts!

"Dad, I designed a special seal myself and asked someone to carve it. It can be regarded as a token of my love!"

The father stood up, patted his daughter's face, and patted his son's shoulder:

"Okay! You can draw a few designs and give them to your mother."

Mother carried a lantern and walked father to the front yard. She turned back only when she saw the light in the study come on.

Standing outside the door, I heard a pair of children happily playing some unknown game. They were laughing in high and low voices. When I entered the door, I saw that both children were laughing so hard that they couldn't breathe.

Upon closer inspection, I realized it was a clapping game.

In fact, this is just a small game used by Wang Jinyi.

I remember the high-five game I often played in elementary school in my previous life, adding the "Nine-Nine Multiplication Song" (Nine-Nine Song was popular in China during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period)

This game is about one party asking questions and the other party answering them. It is simple and interesting.

When asking questions, high five each other left to left and right to right. When answering, high five alternately.

As it got faster and faster, it turned into a memory game of the "Nine-Nine Song".

My brother always makes a fool of himself because he is not familiar with the "Nine-Nine Song" and claps too fast.

So the two children played and laughed, and finally they laughed so hard that they choked, and then they rolled into their mother's arms and acted coquettishly.

Finally, it was the mother who ordered her brother to return to his study. Wang Jinyi had a rare moment of time with her mother.

The mother took her daughter back to the west room. The room had just been fumigated with wormwood and there was a faint smell of smoke. The smell of grass was very pure, not as strong as the mosquito coils in the previous life. Of course, it had no smell... Maybe? I don't know, I don't know!

Anyway, Wang Jinyi prefers this pure natural smell of grass. The grass is dried in the sun, braided into small braids, and then burned in the return air at night, which will gently diffuse in the room.

Although it will have a faint smell of tobacco, the amazing thing is that this smell does not attract mosquitoes.

In order to make her daughter's room cooler, Wang Jinyi added a new rattan mat to her bed, and even replaced her pillow with a silkworm feces pillow (dried silkworm feces are called silkworm feces).

After accompanying Wang Jinyi to wash and change clothes, the mother sat by the bed and chatted with her daughter.

The mother asked with concern:

"Jin'er, after what happened with the frightened horse, do you still dare to leave the house?"

"I dare you! Mother, Jin'er is very brave."

"Mom, can I have two more people?"

"what?"

"If I buy a shop, I will need someone who can help me communicate with the outside world. I also need a maid who can go out and do some things for me."

"Mother has made note of it and will look for it for you, and then you can decide on the person."

The mother stood up and walked out, then stopped and turned around:

"However, according to the Wang family's rules, you can only have one nanny and two maids, but no more. If you want to add more staff, the government won't spend money to support you. You have to pay for it from your own private account. Have you thought about it?!"

"Well! I've thought about it. I have money."

Wang Jinyi said this, leaning forward from under the quilt and nodding.

The mother turned around, asked her daughter to lie down, covered her with a thin silk quilt, and stood at the head of the bed.

Wang Jinyi suddenly remembered something:

"Mother, have you bought the shop?"

The mother smiled and said:

"I've bought it. When you've rested, we'll go look at the shop. Go to bed early. You have to get up early tomorrow to memorize the new chess manual. Don't get up too late."

Mother pushed the door open and walked out.

Wang Jinyi casually said, "Good night!"

My mother smiled outside the door and replied:

"Sleep well."

Wang Jinyi was stunned for a moment. Is this the case? So he changed his sentence:

"Mother, sleep well."

When Wang Jinyi saw the nanny and Zhuyu coming in, she turned over, turned her back to them and closed her eyes. This way, the two of them would rest as soon as possible.

Every day is busy, and only before going to bed is the time that belongs to me. I need to sort out the day's events and plan for the future...

………………

In the night, under the square oil lamp on the corner of the gambling house in Xunnan County, a man was reading a book attentively. Chen Sanlang was wearing a patched short brown shirt. He was still thin and frail, with his long hair tied up with an ink-colored cloth ribbon.

On summer nights, flying insects kept flying around the four-cornered lights, making the light flicker and unclear.

But the young man reading under the lamp was not affected at all, and the bites of mosquitoes did not distract him. Only when he was thinking in the intervals between reading could his resolute and persistent face be seen. His sword-like eyebrows became darker, his eyes became deeper than when he was chopping wood in the mountains, and his lips were pursed more tightly.

Gamblers would occasionally pass by him in twos and threes, and some would be thrown out of the door or walk out cursing...

These had no effect on the young man who was concentrating on memorizing his lessons.

A man came up from behind, looked at the oil lamp and the oil bottle on the ground, then walked behind the young man sitting on the ground, took the book from the young man's hand, and flipped through two pages at random.

"What the hell is so good about this?"

The young man stood up quickly.

"Butler, this is the book I rented. I can only read it for one night and I have to return it tomorrow."

"Chen Sanlang, do you love reading so much?!"

The young man called Chen Sanlang did not answer, but stared at the crumpled book in the steward's hand.

"What's the point of reading this kind of book? You are still so poor that you can't even afford to eat and have to work in the gambling house to make a living."

The steward looked at Chen Sanlang arrogantly and complacently. Chen Sanlang smiled faintly and did not answer.

The steward threw the book in his hand casually, and Chen Sanlang quickly caught it.

"I'll provide a meal here tonight, go and have it! I'll be here to get some fresh air, and take your place."

Chen Sanlang bowed like a scholar and went to the side door of the gambling house.

The chief steward was muttering angrily behind Chen Sanlang.

After a while, Chen Sanlang came back with two steamed buns filled with a few pieces of dough and a piece of pickled vegetable.

"Have you become stupid from studying too much? There are meat and vegetables there, why don't you come back after you are full? Why are you running back now? Are you here to give your father a seventh day of mourning?!"

Chen Sanlang could tell that although this man's words were rude, he had a kind heart and was vaguely concerned about others.

"Thank you, butler. First of all, I took the initiative to ask you to look at the street lights, so I can't be careless.

I am grateful for having a meal.”

The steward stepped forward and kicked, leaving an extra footprint on Chen Sanlang's body, but he did not hide, but just stroked it gently.