The Immortal King has a farming system (Quick Transmigration)

Chapter 153: The Wrongful Exchange of Life

The next morning, Yun Mo was basically fine except that he felt a little lazy and didn't want to move.

Liu Erlang got up early in the morning and cooked corn porridge for Yun Mo.

Yun Mo: "Is this all you can do?"

Liu Erlang: "I only found this"

Yun Mo: "The rabbit under the eaves, the chicken in the chicken coop, the fish that froze to death in the water tank in the yard"

Yun Mo: “Not everything can be eaten.”

Liu Erlang was stunned. He used to live a frugal life and would exchange any good things for money. He never had the concept of eating delicious food.

Yun Mo’s things are not his, so he can’t sell them, but he will subconsciously not touch them.

Fortunately, Yun Mo only mentioned it once and did not continue to ask.

Yun Mo: "Go clean up the kitchen"

Yun Mo: "I will start teaching you today"

Liu Erlang: "Okay"

Liu Erlang took the bowl handed to him by Yun Mo and accidentally touched Yun Mo's fingers, which were cold. Weird thoughts popped up in Liu Erlang's mind again. Is this really the temperature of a living person?

Liu Erlang cleaned up the kitchen, and Yun Mo, wrapped in a cloak, took Liu Erlang to the study.

There was neither floor heating nor a firewall in the study. The cold air irritated Yun Mo so much that he coughed several times. Then he gasped slightly and instructed Liu Erlang to close the door.

Farming System 666: "Host, what are you going to teach him?"

Yun Mo: "[Educational books are nothing more than books like Three Character Classic, Disciple Rules, and Hundred Family Names]"

Yun Mo: "[However, some of the Three Character Classics contain things that don't exist in this era. It's not suitable to teach him until it's revised.]"

Farming System 666: "Then, the host is going to teach him the Disciple Rules first?"

Yun Mo: "[No, I plan to teach him the Hundred Family Surnames first]"

Farming System 666: "Some surnames in the Hundred Family Surnames do not exist in this era"

Yun Mo: "It's okay, I'll teach him a few words first, and I'll correct the rest later."

Yun Mo: “Cough cough cough cough”

Liu Erlang: "Sir (with a worried tone)"

Yun Mo waved his hand to indicate that everything was fine.

Yun Mo instructed Liu Erlang to grind the ink, while he turned around and took out a stack of paper. In this era, paper had not yet been invented, and everyone used bamboo slips. However, Yun Mo had more than he could use up in a hundred years, so he didn't want to use bamboo slips.

After spreading the paper, Yun Mo chose a brush, dipped it in the ink prepared by Liu Erlang, and wrote eight words.

Yunmo: "Zhao"

Yunmo: "Money"

Yun Mo: "Sun"

Yunmo: "Li"

Yunmo: "Zhou"

Yunmo: "Wu"

Yunmo: "Zheng"

Yunmo: "King"

Yunmo read while writing.

Liu Erlang stood aside and watched intently. Yun Mo: "Come"

Hand the pen to Liu Erlang.

Yun Mo: "You try it"

Liu Erlang took the pen at a loss.

Liu Erlang: "Sir, I..."

Yun Mo: “Don’t be nervous”

Yun Mo: "It is certain that your first writing will not be good."

Yun Mo: “Try it.”

Liu Erlang wrote a blob of ink with trembling hands, his face fell and he almost cried.

Yun Mo still looked calm, as if everything was within his expectations.

Yun Mo: “Don’t be nervous”

Yun Mo held his hand.

Yun Mo: "I'll teach you." The cold touch on the back of his hand made Liu Erlang's expression change, and his depressed mood immediately grew wings and flew away.

Liu Erlang watched the trajectory of the characters carefully, and when Yun Mo let go, he wrote a character crookedly himself.

Yun Mo's handwriting is as sharp as a sword, while Liu Erlang's handwriting is crooked as if it were crawled out by earthworms.

Comparing the two, Liu Erlang just wanted to find a hole to crawl into.

Yun Mo tried his best to show a gentle smile.

Yun Mo: "Your first time writing is pretty good."

Yun Mo: "You need to practice more and more to write well"

Yun Mo: “Cough cough cough”

After Yun Mo finished coughing, he touched the pile of papers, which were about a hundred in number.

He reached out and tapped the paper.

Yun Mo: "These papers are for you to practice calligraphy." Yun Mo: "Just write these eight words."

Yun Mo: "After you finish writing these, I will teach you something else"

Liu Erlang looked at the thick stack of papers and nodded blankly.

Liu Erlang: "Mr."

Liu Erlang: "This paper...it will cost a lot of money, right?"

Yun Mo: "I am the only one who owns this paper in the world."

Yun Mo: “Ahem.”

Yunmo: “No money spent”

Yun Mo: "When you're done, give it to me for review."

Yunmo left.

Liu Erlang touched the paper Yun Mo gave him for practicing calligraphy with a gloomy expression.