Carefree Scholar Chapter 223: 2 Uncle’s exhortation

I don’t know if there were too many things instilled in Li Xuan last time, which caused him to still not digest it completely, or he was confined in the palace again, to be a good son who studies hard and makes progress every day. For several days, Li Yi never saw him in Ruyifang again.

Wan Ruoqing brought the actors and actresses in rehearsal of the new play of Painted Skin. The Goulan where Li Yi often goes hasn’t opened the door for several days. Only the girl who likes to climb the wall, Xiaozhu, occasionally pops his head from the other side of the courtyard, asking him for some details After asking the question clearly, he quickly jumped off the wall and disappeared for a long time.

Fortunately, he is not idle and bored these days. When he is okay, he writes out the story scripts that will be used in the future, and then hands them to them. Then he doesn't need to worry about the rest.

In the era when there were no photocopiers and printers, there was only one way of copying by hand, and he could only copy by himself, and there might not even be a ghostwriter.

Writing with a brush is much more tiring than a pencil ballpoint pen. It is similar to a long-form masterpiece like "Journey to the West" and "The Legend of the White Snake". It is 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. It is more than enough to support a hook.

He writes a few stories every day. If he gets tired from copying, he walks in the yard and does some less vigorous movements. Ruyi occasionally comes over to give pointers. Of course, he never receives Zhenqi therapy every day. After falling, his body recovered extremely fast, and now it is almost mid-November. If he maintains this speed, his body can heal before the end of the new year.

"Tomorrow is the anniversary of my father's death. Ruyi and I are going back to the village for memorial service. The Xianggong has not recovered yet, so we stay here at ease. Tomorrow I will let Uncle Fang come over." Liu Ruyi said to Li Yi during the meal.

Li Yi was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Although he hasn't recovered yet, it doesn't matter if you walk more. I will go back with you."

On the anniversary of the death of the old man, he, the uncle, should go back to worship.

Besides, I have been shrinking in such a small place all day. I am afraid that the old injury has not healed, and the new disease has to be suppressed. I haven't returned to Liuye Village for a long time.

"The mountain road is difficult, so let me go with Ruyi." Liu Ruyi said while looking at him.

"It's okay, don't believe me." Liu Ruyi still has doubts about his physical condition. Li Yi has stood up, patted his chest, twisted his waist, and walked quickly around the room to indicate that point. The mountain road is just a trivial matter to him.

Seeing Li Yi insisting, Liu Ruyi nodded helplessly.

"Auntie, are you not going to eat?" Xiaohuan asked suspiciously as he watched Li Yi stand up and did not sit down again. There was still a lot of food in the bowl.

"Uh... wait a minute, I seemed to have twisted my waist just now..." Li Yi said with an embarrassment on his waist.

You still can’t be too smug, otherwise it’s easy to twist your waist.

This time, Ruyi massaged him with a unique technique for a while, and the pain gradually disappeared.

Meimei had a dream. The next morning, she closed the store door, rented a carriage from the car dealership as usual, got off the car at Luliu Mountain, and walked straight to Liuye Village along the mountain road.

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The process of paying homage to Lao Zhangren was very simple. No Taoist priests were invited to open the dojo, and no monks were invited to chant the sutras. The two sisters cleaned the graves and nearby weeds one by one, burned some paper money, and produced an altar of Ruyifang. All the spirits were poured into the soil in front of the grave, and after Li Yi stepped forward and bowed respectfully, he and Xiaohuan went back first. Sister Ruyi had to stay there for a while.

While passing through the stockade, I met members of the Liu clan, and most of them came over and asked eagerly. When he was in Ruyifang, they occasionally brought something to see, put down things, and asked a few words. , Stay a little longer, get up and say goodbye.

The previous grievances will not be mentioned anymore, at least on the surface, it looks like a beautiful scene of neighborhood harmony.

"Auntie, is your health better?" When he reached somewhere in the stockade, a gray-haired old man ran out of the courtyard.

"Hehe, it's no longer a serious problem now." Han Bo was an indirect way of saving Li Yi. 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, the wrinkles on his face bloomed.

My uncle and the young lady have always been helpful to him. The rice noodles and meat dishes at home have never been cut off. The young lady came to the house a few days ago and left a lot of money. He wanted to refuse, but the young lady was determined and he also Can only be accepted.

Knowing that the gadgets he made last time helped uncle, he has always been favored by others and what he can do for Miss Uncle, he feels relieved.

"Han boy, has my chair been repaired?" An old voice suddenly came from behind. Li Yi looked back. The old man with a crooked body walked slowly toward this side with a cane.

"Second Uncle." Xiaohuan greeted him hastily.

In Liuye Village, there is only one person who can call Uncle Han this way. No one has this qualification except for the old and strong second uncle.

"Second Lord." Han Bo said with a smile on his face, "It has been repaired. I will send it to you today."

The second uncle nodded in satisfaction, then set his eyes on Li Yi, smacked his lips, shook his head, and said, "Students, good luck, but the physique is too weak. I miss your grandfather back then, both civil and military. ……"

After a while, the old man finished his long talk~IndoMTL.com~ patted Li Yi on the shoulder, and said, “In the future, I still have to spend more time practicing martial arts. No cat or dog can bully you... …, if you don’t understand, please ask your wife…"

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

Looking at the old man taking a few steps, his body crouched, how he looked like half his foot had stepped into the soil, I can’t imagine how he picked up the solid rocking chair with one hand last time, and on the way back, Li Yi asked the little maid curiously: "Does my second uncle know martial arts when he is young?"

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

When Xiaohuan was a child, it was almost ten years ago. Li Yi couldn't help but marvel at him. The vitality of the second uncle was really tenacious.

The bucket waist woman stood in front of her house, watching Li Yi and Xiaohuan walk into the yard, her expression on her face was extremely complicated.

Wu Ying died. He **** Ruyi's uncle, trying to **** the Ruyilu formula, but in the end he died in an internal fight with other gangsters.

She had clearly seen Wu Ying's unruly intentions before, but she didn't promptly remind her. Unexpectedly, he actually did that kind of thing.

Wu Ying’s parents died early. She has taken care of her nephew a lot since she was a child. When she learned of his death, her feelings in her heart were complicated and unspeakable.

This kind of complexity is more clear when I meet Li Yi.

Although he deserved the crime, in the end, he is also her nephew!

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

At the same time, Li Mingzhu frowned when Li Mingzhu looked at an official document from the Criminal Ministry in Anxi County.

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