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"Hmm!"

"Come down, go to the yard and practice for Daddy." As soon as Luo Ping stretched out his big hand, he picked Luo Xin up from the kang.

"Let it go!" Luo slapped Luo Ping angrily, hugged Luo Xin in his arms, and glared: "Xin'er's illness is not yet well, do you want to kill Xin'er?" ”

Luo Ping rubbed his hands awkwardly and said, "Forget, hehe, forget." ”

Luo Shi glared at Luo Ping again, put Luo Xin on the kang, and touched Luo Xin regretfully: "Xin'er, your father didn't hurt you, right?" ”

"Nope!"

"That...... Xin'er, where is your master? Is it the master who taught you to close the knife? Although our family is poor, we have to invite your master to a meal. ”

"My master is missing!"

"Missing?" Luo Ping was stunned.

"Hmm!" Luo Xin nodded his little head and said seriously: "I went to find the master, but the master is gone." When I came back, I thought about the knife technique, and accidentally fell into the river. ”

Luo Ping rubbed his hands habitually and said, "Then did your master say that this knife technique is not allowed to be passed on?" ”

"Nope!"

Luo Ping rubbed his hands again and said, "Dad will make you two knives first, wait for you to get better, and show it to Daddy." ”

"Hmm!" Luo Xin nodded, and then said seriously: "Daddy, this knife technique is only passed on to Daddy and eldest brother. ”

Luo Xin is not a generous person, grandpa can abolish the eldest brother's arm because of the Luo family's gun, why should he pass the knife to grandpa or uncle's family?

"That's right! This is what Xin'er obtained, and it will be our family's family heirloom skill in the future. It cannot be passed on to others. Roche said with a sigh of relief.

Luo Ping's face showed a trace of embarrassment, but although he was an honest man, he was not without temper. Although he didn't resent his father, it was certain that he would feel uncomfortable, after all, Luo Qing was his son, and he was almost abolished, and whoever put this on him would not feel comfortable in his heart, so he nodded and said:

"This is natural. Xin'er, you take good care of your illness, and wait until you are well before practicing martial arts. When the time comes, let my father know that my son is no worse than my eldest brother's family. ”

Luo Qing on the side clenched his fists, his small face was full of stubbornness, and his eyes flashed with yearning, as if the scene of him defeating Luo Sheng was happening in front of him.

"Daddy, I don't want to practice martial arts, I want to study."

As soon as Luo Xin's words came out, the room was quiet, and Luo Qing was even more discouraged, thinking in his heart that the most pleasant thing to practice martial arts was to study...... How boring that is!

"Xin'er, what did you say?" Luo Ping looked at his youngest son in disbelief, how could he not understand his own son? Although he is not as fond of martial arts as Qing'er, he is also a person who likes to practice martial arts, and he has never heard that he wants to study, so what's wrong with him today? Sick and confused?

"I want to read!" Although Luo Xin's voice was immature, his expression was extremely serious.

Luo Ping and Luo glanced at each other, and both of them knew that reading was the right way, but reading ...... Is it something that their son can do?

That's what Wenqu Xing's life can do!

Besides......

I can't afford to pay for it at home!

Daming has an official school, but it can't open a small village like them. Shu Xuan originally referred to the worship of the teacher, usually ten strips of dried meat, but in the middle and late Ming Dynasty, Shu Xuan has become the main source of livelihood for private school teachers, and the harvest is not only dried meat, but also grain, usually 80 catties to 120 catties of wheat, which is equivalent to about 500 copper coins a year.

There is an old Xiucai in Shanglin Village who opened a private school, and a child has to collect 100 catties of wheat a year, which is equivalent to 500 copper coins. This is definitely a big burden for Luo Ping's family, and this is not counting the four treasures of the study. Roche hugged Luo Xin in his arms and sobbed.

"Xin'er, the family can't afford to be restrained, my mother is sorry for you."

Luo Ping sat on the stool, buried his face in his hands and said, "It's my father who has no ability." ”

"Dad, mother, I can earn my own money."

"Do you earn it yourself?" Luo Ping and Luo looked at Luo Xin in amazement.

"Hmmm! I catch some birds and sell them in the county. Luo Xin's eyes showed a look of hope: "Dad, do you accept the restaurant in the county seat?" ”

"Close!" Luo Ping's face showed a trace of bitterness and said: "But the price is very low, five for a penny." ”

Luo Xin calculated in his heart, and couldn't help but scold: "Damn, this is too dark, five hundred wen is two thousand five hundred birds." Well, I don't believe I won't be able to catch 2,500 birds this winter. ”

"Tomorrow Qing'er and I will go into the mountains to hunt." Luo Ping's expression became firm and said, "How can I earn the shackles of Xin'er's study." ”

"Dad, it's not a matter of a year or two to study." Luo Zhi said softly, she also wanted Luo Xin to study, but she didn't have much information in her heart.

"I tried it for a year, and the child never asked for it." Luo Ping's gaze fell on Luo Xin's face: "Xin'er, if you can't read anything in a year......"

"Dad, don't worry, if I can't read anything in a year, I won't mention reading again."

"Good! Maybe my son is a Wenqu star, hahaha......"

Early the next morning, Luo Ping and his son stepped on the morning dew and entered the mountain. Luo Xin was not idle, tied a wooden stick with a rope, supported a big dustpan, and then asked for a handful of millet to sprinkle on the dustpan, pulled the rope all the way to the window, and then went into the house and lay on the windowsill, opened the window a crack, held the end of the rope in his hand, and stared at the dustpan.

Luo also sat on the kang with a small dustpan and mended his clothes, occasionally glancing at his little son, there was no mother who didn't want her son to be happy. Looking at his son, Luo Xin, who was dressed in a Confucian robe, seemed to appear in front of him, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Bang!"

A noise in the courtyard woke Roche from his fantasy, and he saw his son hurriedly jumping off the kang and running outside. Luo also hurriedly put down the dustpan and ran out, and saw that the big dustpan had covered the ground, and the sound of birdsong came from inside.

"I got it!"

Roche was happier than his son, and helped Luo Xin catch the birds inside one by one, and for each one caught, Roche tied one of the birds' legs with a rope, and caught a total of nine. Mother and son happily propped up the dustpan again, and then returned to the house, where they continued to wait for the birds to come down and feed.

This time the wait was much longer, and the birds on the branches were much more vigilant, and three quarters of an hour passed slowly, so that Luo Xin could catch them again, but this time only five birds were caught. By the time he set up the dustpan for the third time, no more birds would come down to feed.

Seeing his son's anxious appearance, Luo Che smiled and said, "Xin'er, didn't you hear the birds in the trees chirping?" They're just reminding the other birds not to come down. You won't be able to catch birds in the yard in the future. ”

"Then I'll go outside." Luo Xin jumped off the kang.

"Xin'er, your body and bones are not well yet, but you don't dare to go outside to get cold." Roche was shocked.

"It's okay, mother, I'll wear more."

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