The Immortal King has a farming system (Quick Transmigration)

Chapter 395 Three

That night Yun Mo drank ginseng chicken soup.

Cui's mother, who loved her son deeply, was reluctant to sell the ginseng for money, but kept it for her son to nourish his body. Even Cui's father, who had injured his leg, did not have the chance to drink any ginseng chicken soup. Only the third son, who was good at studying, got half a bowl.

As soon as Cui Yi came back, his mother stuffed him with half a bowl of chicken soup. His mother watched him drink it before letting him go. He went to see his father first. His right ankle was almost pierced by the wild boar's tusks. He was now unconscious after taking medicine and had not yet woken up.

He turned around to look at his eldest brother and heard from his mother that his eldest brother had earned money from selling ginseng, so he no longer had to worry about his tuition. He even decided to send his second and fourth brothers to school to learn how to read.

His eldest brother is in poor health, and his second brother is a useless person. As the third son, he should be the one supporting the family, but he has to strain his eldest brother's health to raise money for him. Cui Yi feels a little grateful and a little ashamed.

Cui translated: "Big Brother"

There was a shout outside the door, and Yun Mo was surprised: There are actually polite people in the Cui family?

The system puffed out its chest and said that it specially selected these people just to make the host feel good. It was a pension bureau, so you only needed to spend money and didn't need to worry about anything else.

Yun Mo: "Come in"

A young man of about twelve or thirteen, with a scholarly air in his every move, stood in front of Yun Mo and bowed.

Cui Yi: "Brother," are you okay?

Yun Mo: “Very good”

Yun Mo: “Ahem.”

Cui Yi: "It's a cold snap right now, brother, please take care of yourself."

Yun Mo: "You are a child and you are trying to discipline me." Yun Mo: "Go open my wardrobe."

Yun Mo: "There is a box on top, bring it over here"

After Cui left, Yun Mo instructed the system to put some paper needed in this era in the closet. Fortunately, there were many types of paper in his space, so it was not difficult to choose a suitable one. If that didn't work, he could still buy it in the system mall.

In addition to paper, there were also a few brushes.

The box was a bit heavy. Cui Yi took a deep breath and moved it out with force. He moved the box in front of Yun Mo step by step and placed it on the bed.

Yun Mo: "Cough cough"

Yun Mo: "You can't even move a box, you should practice some strength"

Cui Yi was silent. This box must weigh at least fifty or sixty kilograms. It was already very good that he could move it, okay?

He glanced at his elder brother's pale face. Well, this was something his elder brother couldn't say no to. Yun Mo: "Ahem"

Yunmo: “Open it.”

Cui Yi walked forward and opened the box. Inside was a piece of white paper, and there were several slender small boxes beside it.

Cui translated: "Big Brother"

Yun Mo: "Cough cough"

Yun Mo: "Those small boxes are brushes."

Yun Mo: "Give one point to Erlang and Silang"

Yun Mo: "You can keep the rest."

Yun Mo: "There's no need to give them paper."

Yun Mo: "They are beginners, it's a waste to use such good paper"

Yun Mo: "I'll ask my mother to buy them some other day."

Yun Mo: “Okay.”

Yun Mo: "I'm tired" Yun Mo: "Please move these away, it's a good opportunity to practice your strength"

Cui Yi: "Brother, this paper is too good. I'm afraid it's not cheap. I..."

Yun Mo: "Just use it if I give it to you."

Yun Mo: "Cough cough"

Yun Mo: "It's not the best paper, so how can it be cheap?"

Yun Mo: "I wanted to get you another inkstone."

Yun Mo: "It's a pity that I have no energy"

Yun Mo: "I didn't care"

Yun Mo: "You can just use the one you have now."

He had a piece of old pit duck-head green in his hand. He had read in a book that this kind of old pit stone was most suitable for making Tao inkstone. It released ink quickly, did not get stained by ink and was easy to clean. It seemed to be quite useful.

He had used inkstones before, but they were not good things, so he did not take them with him when he left. Now it is really not easy for him to find an inkstone. When the Doomsday World System went to raid the bookstore, it despised the inkstones because they were modern handicrafts worth two yuan each and had no value, so it confiscated them altogether.

Yun Mo thought about it while sending people away. Cui Yi had no choice but to grit his teeth and move the box away since it was his brother's gift.

Yun Mo coughed a few times, and then he heard the system muttering in his sea of ​​consciousness that he had become popular again, and he couldn't help but laugh.

His skills have reached perfection, and all negative influences have dissipated. Naturally, he no longer has that state of looking at the world as if it were separated by a veil and not caring about anything.

He even thought about running this small family well and living a leisurely life in retirement.