Traveling to Ancient Times: My Space Contains Weapons

"Chuwa, what are you doing? You have so many expenses now, and you've given us too much."

It's true what they say, like attracts like; these two are just like that.

So he quickly said to his second aunt, "Second aunt, don't refuse. This amount of money is nothing to me, but Brother Hu is not young anymore. Let's go back, tear down the thatched house, and build a tiled house so he can get a wife."

After hearing what Chu Chen had said, the second aunt looked at her chubby-faced son.

Indeed, this kid is capable, not stupid, and even older than Chuwa.

The reason he couldn't get a wife was simply because his family was poor.

Let alone Chu Wazi's villa, if someone had a tiled house like Wang Defa's, their grandson would probably be old enough to run errands by now.

"Since Chuwa is willing to help your brother Huzi, then I will accept it."

Chu Dazhuang looked at Chu Chen and reached out to take the heavy silver.

He then turned to look at Hu Zi and said, "Remember this, Hu Zi, Chu Wa Zi is helping you, so if you ever slack off, I'll break your legs."

Tiger: Why the hell do you hit me all the time?

"Alright, Tiger, go and call Young Master Zhou down for dinner."

Chu Chen looked at the innocent-looking Hu Zi and gave him instructions.

Tiger smiled upon hearing this and dashed off to the third floor.

Zhou Heng was still in his room, savoring the day's events, when a shout came from the doorway.

"Young Master Zhou, come down for dinner!" Tiger shouted from outside, knocking on the door.

Zhou Heng opened the door and said to Hu Zi, "Brother Hu Zi, wait a moment, I'll be right there."

After saying that, he turned around and went back to pack up his writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone.

"Hey, why are you still using that thing to write? It's so troublesome."

"Ah, I didn't expect Brother Tiger to be literate."

Zhou Heng couldn't help but look at Hu Zi with admiration.

"What the hell? My family has a long history of illiteracy. Even my dad needed Chu Wazi to teach him how to calculate wages for a long time."

Tiger said with a proud look, "If you didn't know better, you'd think that being literate is some kind of insult."

"Then why did Brother Hu say that the Four Treasures of the Study should not be used for writing?"

"Well, I'm not saying it can't be used, but I saw my dad write with a really thin thing."

Upon hearing what Hu Zi said, Zhou Heng suddenly became interested.

He wouldn't accept the writing materials either, and kept urging Tiger to go find his father.

Downstairs, Chu Dazhuang carefully put away his notebook and pen before sitting down at the dining table.

"Uncle Chu, Brother Hu said you have a small pen. Could you show it to me?"

Zhou Heng approached Chu Dazhuang and asked expectantly.

Chu Dazhuang, who was standing to the side, couldn't help but glance at Hu Zi, then turned to look at Chu Chen.

This is a treasure given to him by Chu Chen. How could he take it out without Chu Chen's permission?

Chu Chen immediately understood what was going on; it must have been Tiger who mentioned the water-based pen.

To avoid putting Chu Dazhuang in a difficult position, he quickly said...

"It's just a water-based pen. Let's eat first, and I'll give you a set after we finish eating."

So, throughout the entire dinner, Zhou Heng felt like he was being scratched by dozens of cats, his heart itching unbearably.

This meal felt incredibly long to him.

The delicious food on the table suddenly seemed tasteless.

After hastily finishing his meal, Zhou Heng couldn't wait to plop down next to Chu Chen.

It seems this person is a literature enthusiast; he was completely distracted throughout the meal.

How could Chu Chen not understand his meaning?

So he turned around and went to the second floor. When he came down, he had an extra big and thick notebook in his hand, as well as a ballpoint pen and a box of pen refills.

"Brother Zhou, you must be getting impatient waiting." After saying that, she handed the things to him.

Zhou Heng quickly snatched the item from Chu Chen's hand and started fiddling with the water-based pen.

He then began to draw carefully on a piece of Xuan paper, as if holding a calligraphy brush.

He couldn't bear to part with that book; judging by the quality of the paper, it must be an extremely valuable book.

I'll ask you again later.

Chu Chen watched him draw for a long time, but he didn't draw anything.

So I couldn't help but teach him step by step, opening the pen cap and showing him how to hold the pen.

After all, he was an educated person, and gradually, Zhou Heng grasped the essentials, exclaiming how amazing it was.

"May I ask, Brother Chu, what is the purpose of this book?" After a long while, Zhou Heng picked up the notebook next to him and asked.

Chu Chen tossed the notebook in front of him, casually flipped through it, and said to him.

“This thing isn’t a book, it’s called a notebook. You can read, right?”

"You literati usually like to write poems or something, so I'm giving this to you."

After listening to Chu Chen's introduction, Zhou Heng looked at the neat drawings and separated each row, which was neither too big nor too small.

The only problem is that the way you turn the page is wrong; you have to turn it upwards, but that doesn't affect anything at all.

Chu Chen: Damn it, who told you ancient people to write vertically? Try writing horizontally.

"Brother Chu, this paper isn't from our Great Xia, is it? It's so smooth and delicate; it must be a product of the Immortal Realm?"

"Uh, it's something made in our rural area, not some kind of celestial realm."

If it's not clear, then don't explain it; it's too much trouble.

However, this only increased Zhou Heng's longing for the countryside.

"Alright, you can study it on your own. I'm going out for a walk."

After saying that, Chu Chen walked towards the door.

Zhou Heng then returned to his room on the third floor and began his recording and creation.

At the village entrance, Chu Chen squatted there smoking, with a big yellow dog sitting next to him.

The dog belonging to the Feng family in this town, having gotten used to eating lavish meals at Chu Chen's house, simply refused to go back.

Feng Er had no objection to this at all. After all, wasn't this a way to save food and raise plump, healthy animals?

But he didn't know that this dog could also betray him.

“Dahuang, what if I built a main road from here directly to Qingniu Town, and then surrounded my Mashan Village with a wall? Wouldn’t that be called a paradise on earth?”

Big Yellow let out a whimper, it was unclear whether it agreed or disagreed.

But whether people agree or not, as long as you have this idea, just do it.

Moreover, Wang Defa has already taken care of everything.

You just need to lead the way and pay the money.

Thinking of this, Chu Chen seemed to already see himself driving a BJ80, with those beautiful women by his side, speeding through this ancient scene.

Exhaling a deep puff of smoke, Da Huang couldn't help but sneeze.

Then let's do it tomorrow and urge Wang Defa to start construction as soon as possible.

It was late at night when Chu Chen leisurely walked back home.

After taking a shower in the bathroom, he immediately buried himself in Li Qinglian's quilt.

"Husband, I thought you went to see Sister Xiufang. You're back so late."

Looking at Li Qinglian's resentful expression, could it be that Gu Xiufang told Li Qinglian something?

So he tentatively asked, "What are you talking about? In this Mashan Village, who can compare to my Qinglian?"

"I noticed that Sister Xiufang's gaze towards you is different. Why don't you..., husband?"

Before she could finish speaking, Chu Chen stuffed a lollipop into her mouth.