Happy Little Scholar

I don’t know if it’s because he has instilled too much into Li Xuan last time, which has caused him to not digest it completely until now, or because he was confined in the palace again, and he had to be a good prince who studies hard and makes progress every day. In the next few days, Li Yi never saw him in Ruyifang again. Tianlai Xiaoshuo

Wan Ruoqing took those actors to rehearse the new play of Painted Skin. The brothel that Li Yi often went to was closed for several days. Only the girl Xiaozhu who liked to climb the wall would occasionally pop her head out from the other side of the courtyard wall and ask him some detailed questions. After asking clearly, she quickly jumped down the wall and disappeared for a long time.

Fortunately, he was not idle these days. When he had nothing to do, he wrote down the story scripts that would be used in the future, and handed them over to them at that time. He didn’t have to worry about the things afterwards.

In the era without copiers and printers, there was only one way to copy by hand, and he could only copy it by hand, and there was no possibility of finding someone to write for him.

Writing with a brush is much more tiring than writing with a pencil or ballpoint pen. Long novels like "Journey to the West" and "Legend of the White Snake" are not within Li Yi's consideration for the time being. "Liao Zhai" is relatively more suitable. The story is not long, but the content is very attractive. There are many classic stories in it, which is more than enough to support a brothel.

He would write a few stories every day. If he was tired of copying, he would walk in the yard and do some less intense movements. Ruyi would occasionally come to give him some pointers. Of course, he never missed the daily Qi therapy. His body recovered very quickly. It is now almost mid-November. If he maintains this speed, his body will be healed before the end of the year.

"Tomorrow is my father's death anniversary. Ruyi and I will go back to the village to pay tribute. My husband's body has not recovered yet, so stay here with peace of mind. I will let Uncle Fang come tomorrow." Liu Ruyi said to Li Yi during dinner.

Li Yi was stunned for a moment, then said: "Although I haven't recovered yet, it won't hurt to walk a little more. I'll go back with you."

It's the anniversary of his father-in-law's death. As a son-in-law, he should go back to pay respects.

Besides, he has been huddled in such a small place all day. I'm afraid that the old injury hasn't healed yet, and he will get a new disease. I haven't been back to Liuye Village for a long time. It's good to go back and take a look.

"The mountain road is difficult to walk. Let Ruyi and I go." Liu Ruyi looked at him and said.

"It's really okay. If you don't believe me, just look." Liu Ruyi still had doubts about his physical condition. Li Yi had already stood up, patted his chest, twisted his waist, and walked around the house quickly, indicating that the mountain road was just a piece of cake for him.

Seeing Li Yi insist, Liu Ruyi could only nod helplessly.

"Son-in-law, aren't you going to eat?" Xiaohuan looked at Li Yi and didn't sit down again after he stood up. There was still a lot of food left in the bowl, and asked in confusion.

"Uh..., wait a minute, I think I twisted my waist just now..." Li Yi put one hand on his waist and said with embarrassment.

People should not be too proud, otherwise it is easy to twist their waist.

This time, Ruyi used her unique technique to massage him for a long time, and the pain gradually disappeared.

He had a beautiful dream. The next morning, he closed the store door, rented a carriage at the car dealership as usual, got off at the foot of Green Willow Mountain, and went straight to Liuye Village along the mountain road.

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The process of paying tribute to the father-in-law was very simple. There was no Taoist priest to open the Taoist temple, nor was there a monk to chant scriptures. The two sisters cleaned the grave and the weeds nearby one by one, burned some paper money, and poured a jar of strong liquor produced by Ruyifang into the soil in front of the grave. After Li Yi came forward and kowtowed respectfully, he and Xiaohuan went back first, and Ruyi and her sister had to stay there for a while.

When passing through the village, most of the Liu clan members would come over to ask questions eagerly. When he was in Ruyifang, they would occasionally bring some things to see, put down the things, ask a few questions, stay for a while, and then get up to say goodbye.

No one would mention the previous grudges now, at least on the surface, it looked like a beautiful scene of harmonious neighbors.

"Son-in-law, are you feeling better?" When walking to a certain place in the village, an old man with gray hair ran out of the yard.

"Haha, it's okay now." Han Bo indirectly saved Li Yi's life. When he saw him, the smile on Li Yi's face was much warmer than before.

"That's good, that's good." Han Bo heard the words, and the wrinkles on his face bloomed.

Son-in-law and the young lady have always helped him a lot. The rice, flour, meat and vegetables in the family have never been out of stock. A few days ago, the young lady came to the house and left a lot of silver. He wanted to refuse, but the young lady was firm, so he had to accept it.

Knowing that the little gadget he made last time helped his uncle, he was always indebted to others, and he was very pleased to be able to do something for his uncle and his daughter.

"Han boy, is my chair fixed?" An old voice suddenly came from behind him. Li Yi looked back and saw an old man with a cane and a hunched body walking slowly towards him.

"Second uncle." Xiao Huan greeted him hurriedly.

In Liuye Village, there is only one person who can call Han Bo like this. Except for the old and strong second uncle, no one else has this qualification.

"Second master." Han Bo smiled and said, "It has been fixed and will be sent to you today."

The second uncle nodded with satisfaction, then looked at Li Yi, smacked his lips, shook his head and said, "Scholars are good, but they are too weak. Think about your grandfather, who was both civil and military..."

After a while, the old man finished his long speech, patted Li Yi on the shoulder, and said: "In the future, you should spend more time practicing martial arts, don't let anyone bully you..., if you don't understand something, ask your wife..."

After giving such a warning, the old man waved his hand and slowly walked away.

Looking at the old man pausing every few steps, his body hunched, it seemed that half of his foot had stepped into the ground. It was really hard to imagine how he picked up the solid rocking chair with one hand last time. On the way back, Li Yi curiously asked the little maid: "Did the second uncle know martial arts when he was young?"

"I don't know..." The little maid shook her head a little cutely, "When Xiaohuan and Miss were young, the second uncle was like this..."

The childhood that Xiaohuan said was about ten years ago. Li Yi couldn't help but marvel in his heart. The second uncle's vitality is really tenacious.

The woman with a barrel waist stood at the door of her house, watching Li Yi and Xiao Huan walk into the yard, with an extremely complicated expression on her face.

Wu Ying was dead. He had tied up Ruyi's son-in-law and wanted to snatch the formula of Ruyi Dew, but he died in the internal fight with other villains in the end.

She had clearly seen Wu Ying's evil intentions before, but she didn't remind him in time. Unexpectedly, he actually did that kind of thing.

Wu Ying's parents died early. From childhood to adulthood, she took care of this nephew a lot. When she learned of his death, her feelings in her heart were complicated.

This complexity became clearer when she saw Li Yi.

Although he deserved the crime, he was her nephew after all!

After a long time, the second aunt Wu sighed and turned back to the house.

At the same time, in Anxi County Government, Li Mingzhu looked at a document from the Ministry of Justice in her hand, and her beautiful eyebrows frowned.