The arrogant little husband is desperately flirting with the hunter

Chu Xiao's sweet dream was disturbed in the middle of the night. He was still a little lazy in the early morning. Accompanied by the sound of reading aloud, he stretched himself, then got up and leaned on the window to look out.

In the small courtyard, Qing Ge'er was walking back and forth with the Thousand Character Classic in his hand, reading it in an earnest manner.

Xiaobao was sitting on a low stool and listening attentively. After Qingge read it once, he asked with a stern face, "Xiaobao, do you understand?"

Xiaobao nodded.

"Then read it once." Qingger handed the Thousand Character Classic in his hand to Xiaobao.

But Xiaobao did answer it, but he still looked at Qingger with his big innocent eyes, without any intention of opening his mouth.

Qing Ge'er sighed like a little adult: "You didn't understand it, right? It doesn't matter. I'll read it to you again. You have to listen carefully."

The sound of reading rang out again. Chu Xiao couldn't help but chuckle and leaned over the window to call Xiao Bao: "Do you understand?"

Xiaobao turned around, raised his head and thought for a moment, then nodded seriously.

Chu Xiao believed that Xiaobao could understand. After all, this child was different from other children. He could not lie and would not pretend to understand something he did not.

"Then tell Uncle Xiao what the last sentence was?"

"The auxiliary part of the predicate is yan zai hu ye."

Xiaobao's voice is not loud, and even has a bit of the baby tone that is unique to children. Well, to put it bluntly, he has a big tongue and his pronunciation is not clear.

Chu Xiao didn't hear clearly and didn't understand. Even if he heard it clearly, he didn't know whether it was correct or not. After all, he really had no interest in studying at all.

"Qing Ge'er, is Xiao Bao right?"

Qingger nodded repeatedly and smiled very happily. After all, this was his first student. He had previously told brother Xiaobei that Xiaobao could not learn the Thousand Character Classic, but he would not give up and would teach Xiaobao everything he knew.

Now that my students have finally achieved something, as an eight-year-old teacher, I feel a special sense of accomplishment.

Chu Xiao raised his eyebrows and thought that Xiaobao was really smart. He could learn even when taught by a half-baked person like Qingger.

"That's right. Then, Qing'er, since Xiaobao has learned it, shouldn't you teach him to read?"

"Learn to read?" Qing Ge'er was a little embarrassed. After all, his handwriting was really ugly. Just like his grandfather said, a good word was either forced together or the characters were separated.

But looking at Xiaobao's burning eyes, he gritted his teeth and agreed: "Then Xiaobao, come with me to Brother Xiaobei to get pen and ink, I will teach you to write the first two sentences today."

As for Xiaobei, his studies in the past month have been even more intense than when he was in school before. The reason is simple: after all, he has one-on-one teaching from Qiao Qingyun, which makes him study very diligently.

Qiao Qingyun would sometimes sigh and say that Xiaobei is a resilient child. After this epidemic is over, with his current level, he would be able to take the examination for a student.

Yan Zhenbei practiced martial arts in the early morning, studied with Qiao Qingyun during the day, and read by lamplight at night. It was not until several days later that he discovered that there were a lot of papers on his desk.

He flipped through the pages casually and frowned. This one was written by Qingger, and he was very familiar with the ugly handwriting. However, the other ones looked very similar to those written by Qingger, but the strength of the strokes was obviously lighter.

Thinking again about what Qingger was doing all day long, he held his forehead helplessly. This was his fault. He read from morning to night every day and ignored Qingger, allowing him to mislead other students.

On the second day, Yan Zhenbei took a rare leave from Qiao Qingyun and called Xiaobao over to ask him to relearn the calligraphy, making sure he could see every stroke clearly.

Qingger was probably feeling very unhappy that his student was snatched away from him. He didn't even look at Yan Zhenbei writing. He ran to sit under the eaves with a pouty mouth and a sulky look on his face.

Chu Xiao was still wondering what was going on when he saw Yan Zhenbei coming over and pulling the man away. After a while, Chu Xiao looked into the room through the wide-open window and saw Xiaobao half-lying down, writing very seriously, with his mind focused and seemingly not noticing anything else.

Well, he really couldn't feel it. After all, right next to him, their Xiaobei was actually holding Qingger and holding the other's little hand to practice writing big characters.

Chu Xiao covered his eyes with his hands. If he remembered correctly, there were sayings like boys and girls should sit at different tables after the age of seven, boys and girls should not touch each other, and boys and girls should be strictly separated.

Could it be that these are all fabricated? But even if we don't care about that, how old is Qing Ge? Isn't his Xiao Bei a bit too much?

Just as he was thinking this, he heard a "wow" in his ear, followed by a "tsk tsk" sound: "Your brother is really good, he can actually marry a beautiful woman at such a young age. But even if marriage is early here, it's not appropriate to be so young, right?"

Chu Xiao turned around suddenly and saw a strange man standing behind him, stroking his chin and looking at him with great interest.

Chu Xiao was really frightened. He quickly retreated far away and looked at the newcomer with a wary look on his face: "How did you get in?"

The man pointed to the door behind him and said, "Your door was not closed. I just walked in."

"Who are you? What are you doing here?"

"I am?" The man pointed at himself with his index finger and then laughed: "Time and Space Man, you don't recognize me again?"

"Macho?"

The tough guy nodded, then complained, "Alas, I've been waiting for you on the mountain for three days but you didn't come up, so I had no choice but to come down the mountain to find you. Spacetimer, let's not waste any more time talking, I'm almost starving, can you stew two pots of meat first?"

"No."

"Why? I brought you something good." The muscular man took out a cloth bag and shook it casually, and toothpaste, toothbrush, mouthwash, shampoo, shower gel and even facial cleanser fell all over the floor.

These are truly treasures to Chu Xiao. Not to mention two pots of meat, even ten pots will do.

only……

"There's an epidemic going on right now. It's not that I won't cook for you, but there's no meat to buy."

There are pigs in his backyard, but they have only been fed for a short time. In his mother's eyes, they are only half-grown piglets. It is naturally impossible to kill them and eat meat now.

The tough guy didn't care and immediately came up with an idea: "Then I'll go to the mountain to hunt wild boars, you light the fire first."

"Okay." Chu Xiao responded and quickly went over to collect the things on the ground into his own space.

Since this macho guy is here, Bai Hao's matter has to be dealt with, but who knows whether the macho guy will agree or not, or whether he will think it's troublesome and just leave, so you have to take what is in front of you if you can, after all, if you miss this opportunity, you will miss this opportunity too.

When the macho man saw that the things he brought disappeared in an instant, he seemed to suddenly remember something and regretted his carelessness. Chu Xiao was not a man of his word. Although there was a reason for the last incident, he really didn't get to eat the two pots of meat.

"I didn't get to eat the two pots of meat last time I came here, so you have to give me two more pots."

Chu Xiao nodded generously, "No problem. If two pots are not enough, you can stay a little longer and eat as much as you want."