bookrandom Chapter 35 Reading
Chapter 35 Reading
Why don't I worship you?
Zhong Ming was about to speak, but he forcibly swallowed the words back.
I performed a trick to make its entire troop's food supply disappear!
I wonder if they have any other granaries. If they do, I guess Senior Mo took them secretly. Anyway, I opened my mouth and put a whole bunch of spirit stones into my storage stone denture.
"Maybe... it's just that I ate a few more ribs than you."
“Oh, okay.” Yue Kaishan shook his “barbecue grill” with difficulty.
"Brother Cuihong, we'd better agree to its demands now and slowly go to Senior Wang to handle it."
After saying that, Yue Kaishan began to read the book with great interest, looking as if he was certain that what the book said was correct.
Zhong Ming was completely flustered. The muscles in his back were almost all tense. He subconsciously shrugged and tiptoed forward.
The bandages on his body were stretched taut by his weight, and the wounds that had just been treated reopened. Hopefully, this little guy doesn't like blood.
Zhong Ming slowly bent down, maintaining a half-bow posture, which made him more comfortable and allowed his body to move more steadily.
Ten breaths later...
Yue Kaishan said quietly, "Brother Cuihong, you won't reach the senior even if you walk like this for a whole day."
Zhong Ming clenched his fist with limited force.
"It's okay. You were shaking it so violently just now, but this little guy didn't come down. It's sticking with you."
"Isn't it afraid I'll sell it?!" Zhong Ming's reply was not loud, but his tone was unfriendly.
"It must have a brain the size of a walnut to be able to think of these things. Hmm, by the way, could you turn the page for me? You know what, I've found the book quite interesting... as long as Grandpa's whip isn't behind me."
"Don't even think about it."
Zhong Ming suddenly became angry for no reason.
You well-built Yue Kaishan, I thought you were a roughneck like me, someone who wouldn't know what a "one" was if a carrying pole fell over!
Did not expect ah did not expect.
You are still an intellectual!
This is betrayal!
Zhong Ming stormed off in a huff.
ten minutes later.....
"Hey, Brother Cuihong, you're back! How did Senior Wang handle it?"
Zhong Ming stood at the doorway, his joints still bound by straps, limiting his flexibility. However, he still tried his best to strike an "elegant" pose and turn around gracefully.
The mine mole was still fast asleep on his back. When it got comfortable, it rubbed its cheek against the bandages on its back, causing Zhong Ming to silently grin.
"Huh? Senior Wang isn't here?"
"Senior Wang said that battle merit points start at least at one low-grade spirit stone. This mining mole is small, has a low cultivation level, and doesn't even have a tail, so it's not very attractive. If it gets injured, the cost of its treatment probably won't even cover it..."
"so......"
"He told me to keep it myself, since it won't wake up until we're fully recovered anyway." Zhong Ming spread his hands, looking helpless.
He casually shook his shoulder, indicating that the little guy was holding on very firmly and there was no need to worry about it falling.
Zhong Ming found a comfortable spot to lean back. Ideally, he would have a long, smooth stone to lie on like a horse's back for a while, so that his reopened wounds could scab over again.
The two fell silent again, and Yue Kaishan made his request for the second time.
"Brother, turn the page. I can recite this page by heart. Anyway, I don't have anything to do right now, so let's read a few more pages."
The "best brother" slowly walked up to the big man, squatted down, took the book, turned it over, and put it back into the big man's frozen hands.
"That way you can recite it fluently from front to back."
The grinning expression shifted to Yue Kaishan's face.
......
Quiet is always boring.
It was Zhong Ming who couldn't stand the silence and spoke first. He needed to distract himself from the pressure of the mine mole's belly expanding and contracting with each breath on the side of his wound.
How long have you been reading and writing?
"Not long after, when he was about six years old, he was beaten half to death by his private tutor."
Zhong Ming thought back to his six years old. It seemed like a happy time. His parents would go out during the day and return at night, always bringing back little trinkets from the neighborhood: wooden toys, kites, fruit picked from some unknown tree...
The mother complained that the father had charged less money again, but the father cheerfully comforted her, saying that she could pay with gifts instead, and that they shouldn't be so distant with each other as neighbors.
My father was always "very willing to spend money" on playing. When the two of them went out together, the stage at the temple gate would be closed for an hour, and they could watch the sugar painting vendor for the time it takes to burn several incense sticks. Not to mention fishing and playing in the water, which are things that everyone in Qingxi Town knows how to do.
However, he was very frugal when it came to food. He would never buy snacks like fried peanuts. He would just stand in front of the stage and watch the show, at most drinking a few sips of free stream water and eating something to fill his stomach.
Oh, my poor old father, he spent his childhood with me, the kind of childhood a child struggling to survive should have.
Having never received instruction from a private tutor or read any classical texts, my father never thought of teaching me to read; perhaps the concept of books simply didn't exist in his life.
What are private tutors like?
"Tall and thin, but wearing very loose clothes, with a few long beards, a dry and wiry old man. Don't let his appearance fool you, he's incredibly strong; a single swing of his ruler can make a whooshing sound."
"So... is he a teacher or a coach?"
Out of boredom, Yue Kaishan loosened his grip, causing the book to fall to the ground, and he flipped through a few pages.
It's baring its teeth again.
The book is still upside down.
"It must be the teacher. But I have to thank him. After a few fights, I ran really fast. Not only could the teacher not catch up with me, but I also became more resilient. Later, my grandfather became the instructor and wanted to teach me martial arts himself, saying that I was a good prospect."
“That’s true,” Zhong Ming said, looking at Yue Kaishan’s robust physique. “Your grandfather was a good instructor.”
"No, I refused his instruction and wanted to learn another martial art, and then he chased and beat me up for several days."
Yue Kaishan looked indifferent, as if getting angry at the old man and escaping the range of the private school teacher's ruler were also top priorities.
"And you, Brother Cuihong?"
"Me? I've never met my grandfather, nor have I learned martial arts or gone to school. I'm just... like all the other children in the alley."
"Then you're too happy." Yue Kaishan felt a pang of sadness. He had practiced hard for so many years, and although it was a technique that required years of accumulation, it was still tough. Unlike his brother Cuihong, who was "naturally gifted" and "achieved success after starting later," his physique was only "a little bit" weaker than his, and his Taoist skills were definitely far superior to his.
"maybe."
Zhong Ming smiled slightly and took out all the dried meat from the sack, as well as a barbecue grill fueled by fire spirit stones.
"Senior Wang said that the blood of the mine mole is not poisonous and can be dried, but the dried meat will not taste very good."
An hour later, the two people and the rat were all fast asleep, with only the faint heat rising from the metal box providing a little warmth in the cold mine.