My Wife is From a Thousand Years Ago

  Chapter 21 I just want to learn magic

  The hope of getting rich is gone.

  Seriously, this pair of shoes is right to say that it is from last week, and it is right to say that it is from Kaiyuan. After all, no one can think that history is separated from the present by a film, and if it is punctured, it will fall out.

   "I heard that people become fools after playing with the computer for a long time. You don't touch the computer and go out more."

  Xu Wenbin was too lazy to take care of the goods and got up and went out.

  Take a torn sandal and talk about antiques from the Tang Dynasty. Why don’t you say that Liu Bei compiled it?

   "Oh, why don't you take a closer look." Xu Qing didn't give up, "See if I can do something old..."

   "Oh, you can make antiques if you are old, and see if you can—not that I said you...can you do something serious?"

  Xu Wenbin was so angry in his heart, he took his finger and pressed him hard, "Don't think about it all day long, learn from Qin Hao, okay?

  Old Qin came over and said that Xiao Haozi had become a policeman, and asked what you were doing. I didn’t even have the face to mention it! "

  "Freelance, freelance." Xu Qingshou drafted shoes. Jiang He could not see this, otherwise he would think he was abnormal.

   Lose it, it is an antique of the Tang Dynasty, sell it, it should not be more than a few months old, which is really a headache.

   "Freedom...a fart!"

  Xu Wenbin uttered two words aloud, glanced at the door of the grocery room, suddenly lowered his voice, his tone turned sharply.

   "If you hadn't grown up, I would have to find a stick to give you a meal..."

  While speaking, he turned his head and swept around. Without a stick, he picked up the broken sword next to the sofa, "Still free, freedom is to fake a pair of broken shoes? Isn't that..."

  The voice stopped abruptly. Xu Wenbin looked like a duck pinched by his throat, staring at the sword in his hand.

  "Toys, toys bought!"

  Xu Qing snatched it over, haha ​​said: "Just for fun... there is no antique."

  If the sword is run away by the old man, Jiang He must be impatient. This is the guy who ate her meal.

  Xu Wenbin took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes, put them on again, staring at the sword in Xu Qing's hand.

"……you give me."

   "No." Xu Qing shook his head.

"give or not?!"

   "...Well, let me have a look."

  Xu Qing shrugged and handed the sword back pretentiously.

  It doesn’t make sense that straw sandals are not antiques, just swords.

   "It's not really an antique, is it? Can you give an estimate?"

  "……"

  Xu Wenbin didn't respond, looking at the tail of the sword from the hilt with a solemn expression, then he held the sword and slowly pulled it out of the sheath.

  The sword body was revealed little by little, and Xu Qing couldn't help holding his breath.

"screw you!"

  Only pulled out a bit, Xu Wenbin closed the sword angrily, threw it back to Xu Qing, turned and left.

  Ashamed, I almost believed in the evil of this kid.

  "Find a job well, or you should also go to the civil service examination to serve the people."

   Commanding the doorknob, Xu Wenbin glanced at Jiang He's room where the door was opened, closed the door and left.

  "……"

   Xu Qing pulled out the sword in wonder, closed it, and pulled it out again, a little bit understanding.

  There is no oxidation reaction at all, a proper toy.

   Seeing Jiang He's room door opened, he threw the sword over and said: "Take this away, don't take it out casually."

  Waiting for Jiang He to release the sword, Xu Qing looked at her, and asked with interest: "What did you want to call my dad just now?"

   "I don't know what to shout."

   "That's my dad, my father, my dad...it means you just call him uncle. If you see my mother someday...oh, that's my mother, my mother, you call auntie."

  Xu Qing didn't know what the Tang Dynasty called him, anyway, the two words "father and mother" should be correct.

   "Uncle, Auntie."

  Jiang He nodded, indicating that he had remembered it, and paused for a while and asked: "Do you want to practice martial arts anymore?"

   "Are there any shortcuts to becoming a master quickly? Or is there any powerful technique?"

   "There is no shortcut to martial arts."

  "……"

  Xu Qing was disappointed. A few days ago, he tried to practice stance. After only five minutes, he couldn't do it. Two hours was horrible.

  In a peaceful society, the cost-effectiveness of martial arts is ridiculously low. It can be said to be of no use other than pretending to be better. If you hurt someone, you have to lose money...

  Practicing? Practice a fart!

  To endure hardship is for future enjoyment. If you don’t have any benefits, you should endure hardship. That should be a disease.

   "Come and play the game, I will talk about the exercises later."

  Learning to live is to start with little things bit by bit. When children are just sensible, they start to touch the world from games——

Although    is different from computer games, Xu Qing feels the same.

  Jigsaw puzzle is a game, and sword three is also a game, there is no difference.

  The old man suddenly ran over and only stayed for a while, and there was still something to be done. Jiang He played the game under Xu Qing's guidance. From the beginning of the creation of the character, an afternoon passed unconsciously.

A person who popped up out of thin air wants to support himself, and he has to think of a way on a fake Internet-across the screen, let alone an ancient person, no one knows even if it is a cat who is smashed and cracks his paws and knocks on the keyboard. .

   "How to make money for this?"

  While eating, Jiang He asked, she really couldn't understand how the money in this world came from.

  Is it possible that everyone is sitting at home, watching the screen and playing games, and someone will give them food and drink? It's so strange.

   "Waiting for you to learn to help others play." Xu Qingdao.

   "Who do you help?"

   "Hmm... I think about how to explain this to you."

  Faced with Jiang He's curious eyes, Xu Qing did not choose to be perfunctory, mainly because she was not motivated and would suspect that she was fooling her.

  "This is an entertainment project. It means eating and drinking, nothing to do, and then used for entertainment. It's the same as funny, understand?"

   "Well, game." Jiang He nodded in understanding.

"Then there are a lot of people, tens of thousands and hundreds of thousands of people playing this game together. So many people, there are always those who don’t have time to play, not everyone is like me... Oh, like you are so idle, they don’t have time to play, so Just pay to find idlers like you to help them play."

   "I don't have time to play games, so I spend money to hire someone to help me play?" Jiang He couldn't understand this kind of thing.

"Yes, I have already spent money to buy games, so I want to spend time playing?" Xu Qing laughed, lowered his head to eat a bite, and stopped teasing her. After thinking about it, he said: "You are probably the equivalent of helping The old man of the landlord raises the crickets. After you raise them, they will directly play with them. Is that understanding?"

After all,    is the first job that barely counts as a job. He explained it carefully, and Jiang He listened very carefully.

  Being an internet addiction girl, it’s better than running out in the middle of the night to pretend to be scary. Xu Qing has this idea.

  As for the future...you need to understand how to live before you can talk about the future.

  After dinner, Jiang He continued to explore the game world, and Xu Qing turned on the newly bought TV to watch the news broadcast.

  Winter melon was also very full, and she wandered around the room lazily, as if patrolling his own territory, and finally stopped in front of the sofa, watching the two hesitate, and jumped onto Jiang He’s lap.

  At night, there are thousands of lights in this city, and each one is a different life.

  (End of this chapter)