The Immortal King has a farming system (Quick Transmigration)

Chapter 653 Hao Shao's Story

Supporting role: "Master, the Hao family has sent you a message"

Outside the door, the housekeeper's voice sounded.

Yun Mo opened the door casually, and the housekeeper handed him an exquisite note.

Yun Mo opened it and saw that it was indeed a post from the Hao family, asking him to meet in a coffee shop in the afternoon.

Nowadays, people still know to submit a note in advance when they need something. This is a good rule.

So, Yun Mo wrote a reply on the spot and decided on the location. Of course, he didn't decide on a coffee shop, but a teahouse. He preferred tea and wine to coffee.

The Hao family was a little surprised when they received the reply. Although their family rule was to notify others in advance when visiting them, few people would write to them in reply. Because their family's posts all had phone numbers, the people who received the posts would call directly to finalize the details. This was the first time they had received a reply.

The old man of the Hao family read the reply again and again, with admiration in his eyes.

Supporting actor: "This character is written with a flowing and graceful stroke, majestic and magnificent, a great character"

Supporting actor: "And this format, it's obvious that it has rules"

After the old man finished praising, he looked at his most proud grandson.

Supporting Actor: "You said before that this person is a master, I didn't believe it, but now I do."

Supporting character: "Only these masters with deep roots remember our ancient culture and etiquette."

Hao Shao: "I saw it with my own eyes, so it can't be fake"

Supporting actor: "Okay, okay, Xiaohui is finally saved." The grandfather and grandson talked for a while.

Over there, Yun Mo had already asked the housekeeper to reserve a seat.

His intuition told him that this date with the Hao family would bring him some benefits.

In the teahouse's private room, the waiter's movements were as smooth as flowing water.

Yun Mo leaned against the back of the chair, his eyes filled with indifference.

After the waiter left, the box became a little quiet.

Yun Mo didn't drink the tea either. Instead, he lowered his head and strung together the white beads with an equally white stick. At first glance, it looked like a candied haws, except it was white.

After he finished stringing one, he would string the second one.

The number of plain white beads in the glass jar is decreasing.

There were already three strings of "candied haws" placed in front of Yun Mo.

These were all captured by his paper people in several nearby cities.

Hao Shao: "Mr. Nangong" Seeing Yun Mo asking for help one after another, Hao Shao finally spoke first, after all, he was the one asking for help.

Yun Mo looked up at him, his eyes calm.

Hao Shao: "Do you mind if I tell you a little story?"

Yunmo: "Please"

Hao Shao: "There is a little girl who loves music"

Hao Shao: "Fortunately, she has good talent"

Hao Shao: "So, her parents hired a famous teacher to teach her"

Hao Shao: "The little girl was normal at first, but as time went by, she became obsessed with music."

Hao Shao: "She is so obsessed that once she touches the instrument, she is like a demon."

Hao Shao: "At first I just tried it and forgot to eat"

Hao Shao: "Later on, she started skipping classes to play the piano, which led to her poor grades."

Hao Shao: "Later, once she touched a musical instrument, she would play it endlessly"

Hao Shao: "No meals, no school, no rest, no sleep"

Hao Shao: "I won't stop until I'm exhausted and fall into a coma"

Hao Shao: "Her parents felt that the little girl had become a little abnormal because of music"

Hao Shao: "So they stopped the little girl's music lessons"

Hao Shao: "Even trying to prevent little girls from touching musical instruments"

Hao Shao: "But"

Hao Shao: "The little girl gradually became irritable without her musical instrument"

Hao Shao: "After a few days, the little girl went crazy"

Hao Shao: "However, as long as there is a musical instrument, she will become very quiet and play the instrument quietly"

Hao Shao: "Until he fell into a coma"

Hao Shao picked up the tea bowl and drank it all in one gulp, completely losing the manners he had learned in elementary school.

Hao Shao: "Mr. Nangong"

Hao Shao: "My story is over"

Hao Shao looked at Yun Mo, who had no emotion or expression at all, and he couldn't help but ask.

Hao Shao: "Is it exciting?"