Dafeng Night Watchman

Chapter 17: Chapter 17 Daily Arguments with Aunt



"Duh!"

In the courtyard, Xu Qi'an stood on the eaves and threw a prismatic hidden weapon. He didn't aim seriously at all.

But he hit the red heart of the wooden stake twenty steps away accurately.

This is not because Xu Qi'an's technique of throwing hidden weapons is so good, but... he is lucky.

"There is definitely something wrong with my body..." Xu Qi'an whispered to himself.

He was so lucky that he picked up a total of one tael and two coins of silver for a month, which is equivalent to half a month's salary.

This money is enough for an ordinary family of three to save and spend for three months.

The strangest thing is that he picked up one coin of silver every time, which is not something that luck can describe.

There is no need to ask Yuan Fang to know that there is something strange about this matter. "System dad? Come out, don't play hide-and-seek with me." Xu Qi'an tried.

The system ignored him.

In the past month, he has made countless attempts to wake up the system.

The facts told him that there is no system at all.

How to explain that weird luck?

I never thought that a non-African like me who never won a five-dollar lottery ticket since childhood could evolve into a European emperor one day. But the life span of European emperors is extremely short... Xu Qiyan laughed bitterly and laughed at himself.

One thing is certain, the original owner did not have amazing luck at all. If he had, his aunt would not despise him and would worship him like an ancestor.

The whole family stopped working hard and lived on his money.

"This kind of gift of unknown origin makes people feel uneasy and uneasy..." Xu Qiyan's eyes were condensed, and he sighed: "You can only take it one step at a time."

Today is a day off, Xu Qiyan jumped over a ten-foot-high wall and went to his second uncle's house for breakfast.

The small courtyard where he lived was actually originally lived by an old housekeeper of the Xu family, and it was separated from the mansion by a wall.

Later, the old housekeeper died, and the small courtyard was idle until Xu Qiyan had a falling out with his aunt and moved here in anger.

The original owner was a stubborn person. He usually cooked all three meals by himself. His second uncle would occasionally come over the wall with wine and food to have a drink with his nephew.

Now Xu Qiyan doesn't need to pay for the original owner's obsession. If he makes breakfast by himself, he can't get out of bed. If he eats out, it's such a waste of money.

Isn't it nice to listen to music in a brothel? The main thing is to see the young ladies in gauze skirts shaking their buttocks.

Inner hall.

The aunt, who was wearing a dark red wide-sleeved dress, saw Xu Qiyan coming in, curled her lips, and lowered her head to drink porridge.

The aunt is not the daughter of a wealthy family. Her father is a scholar. She can barely be considered a scholarly family. The aunt has been influenced by her and is quite reasonable. She just accepted the kindness of the unlucky nephew and couldn't bear to drive him away. For this nephew who is "don't bully the poor young man" and is now really attractive, she just turned a blind eye.

The little bean stood in front of a round stool, on which was placed her breakfast, three meat buns, two fried dough sticks, a stack of side dishes, and a large plate of white porridge.

"Big brother..." she called vaguely.

"Why didn't I see Cijiu?" Xu Qian'an asked.

Cijiu is Xu Xinnian's character, which is a supplement to his name.

"I locked myself in the room to write poetry." Xu Pingzhi said.

Xu Qian'an sat down, and Lu'e brought him a bowl of white porridge, six meat buns, a stack of vinegar pickled radishes, and a bowl of tofu brain.

A warrior in the realm of refining essence has a much bigger appetite than ordinary people.

But when he reaches the realm of refining qi like his uncle, his appetite is not much different from that of ordinary people.

He can only eat half full... Xu Qian'an glanced at the little bean and said in a friendly manner: "Lingyin, can you give big brother a meat bun?"

Everyone looked at him. The young girl in the family didn't care about anything except a bite of food. She would fight with anyone who snatched food from her bowl.

"No!" The little kid really opened his arms, protecting the food like a hen protecting her chicks.

"Don't worry, big brother won't let you suffer a loss." Xu Qian'an picked up a meat bun, put it on her plate, pointed at the four meat buns and said:

"Should we all have a share of these four meat buns?"

Xu Lingyin pecked her head.

"Should we share them equally?"

Xu Lingyin tilted her head, thought about it, and then nodded.

"Two buns for you, two buns for big brother, and then big brother will give you half a fried dough stick. Did you make a profit?"

"Yeah." Xu Lingyin was led by the rhythm, feeling that she had made a lot of money, and

smiled.

Xu Lingyue: "....."

Xu Pingzhi glanced at his nephew: (~_~)

Aunt said angrily: "How could I give birth to such a stupid daughter like you, I am so angry!"

The little kid felt very wronged. She clearly earned half a fried dough stick, why did her mother scold her?

At this time, Xu Xinnian came in, mumbling something, his eyes unfocused, sitting down ton/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

eat and think.

Aunt let out a breath, ignored the stupid little girl, and cared about her promising son:

"Nian'er, why are you writing poems for no reason? Everyone has their strengths and weaknesses, don't pay attention to the rumors of outsiders."

Xu Xinnian is good at policy essays, and poetry is his weakness.

"Cijiu, when can you break through and reach the eighth level of self-cultivation?" Xu Qian'an suddenly asked.

Xu Xinnian follows the Confucian path of cultivation. Yunlu Academy was founded by the eldest disciple of a Confucian saint, and has a history of 1,200 years.

It is a holy place that scholars all over the world dream of.

The transcendent status of Yunlu Academy is not only that the founder of the school is a disciple of the saint, but the most important point is that it is the only remaining academy

that can practice Confucianism.

Confucian ninth level: awakening.

The awakening can only improve memory, read ten lines at a glance, and enhance learning

ability, but it is still a weakling.

"I have no clue for the time being. The teacher said that I have to understand it by myself." Xu Xinnian shook his head regretfully.

"You can refer to the awakening state." Xu Qian'an said: "How is the awakening state

cultivated?"

Xu Xinnian recalled: "If you can recite the classics of the saints by heart and use them for yourself, you will reach the awakening state."

Recite by heart... use them for yourself... The former requires a lot of time to remember, and the latter relies on a certain level of understanding. Xu Qian'an nodded thoughtfully. This is the same as the refining state of the martial arts system, which is to temper the blood and temper the body for many years.

"If you cultivate yourself, do you also have to temper the body?" Xu Qian'an asked.

Xu Xinnian pondered for a moment and said, "A Confucian scholar in the realm of self- cultivation is fearless. His every word and action can convince people and inspire their fighting spirit. I tried to infer the method of cultivation from the ability reflected in the realm

of self-cultivation."

"Did it succeed?"

Xu Xinnian pretended not to hear and turned to his mother and said, "An elder in the academy

has become an official and is going to Qingzhou. The journey is long. The students of the

academy will send him off and give him poems tomorrow."

At this point, Xu Xinnian said distressedly, "I haven't written a farewell poem yet."

Xu Lingyue said softly, "My second brother has no talent for poetry."

Aunt glared at her and said unhappily, "Your second brother is talented, but I just didn't take

poetry to heart before."

Xu Pingzhi scratched his head, "Just write a few sentences. I think the poem you blurted out

that day was very bold."

"Kukuku..." Xu Qian'an laughed out loud.

Xu Xinnian's mouth twitched, and he changed the subject stiffly: "That elder is a world- renowned scholar, very good at poetry. Those who saw him off were all students with great poetic talent. In addition to respecting the elder, they also wanted to make connections."

"If I can be appreciated by that senior, there will be many benefits." Sure, I finally thought about making connections.

Xu Xinnian was arrogant and always said "the friendship between gentlemen is as light as

water" and "gentlemen are friends but not parties".

After experiencing this crisis, he finally realized the benefits of PY trading.

As the eldest brother, Xu Qian'an was very pleased.

The person who made Erlang, who was not good at poetry, spend so much effort to make friends must be an important person... Auntie was anxious: "What should I do?"

Xu Xinnian said helplessly: "Mother, writing is a natural talent. The same is true for poetry."

After saying that, he sighed: "If I could make friends with this literary predecessor, maybe I could save you from prison and not be left with no one to seek help."

Auntie was immediately worried. She cared about her son's future more than anyone else.

A true scholar has integrity. Giving money and gifts will not work. You must please others and

make them feel that you are worth making friends with and that they think you are worthy of making friends with.

Xu Pingzhi frowned, "Your grandfather is just like you, he can only write articles, but he has

no talent for poetry."

Aunt was not convinced, and her beautiful eyebrows raised: "What do you mean? Is it my

father's fault?"

"Xinnian was able to pass the imperial examination, all thanks to my Li family, because he

looks like me. Look at Lingyin, she looks like you, but she has not been enlightened yet."

Xu Xinnian and Xu Lingyue look like their mother, and their good looks are enviable. Xu Lingyin, this little kid, has facial features like her father, so she looks cute and silly. Uncle Xu was speechless.

Xu Qian'an was not convinced: "Aunt, what you said is not right. According to you, are you

saying that my Xu family has stupid genes?"

Aunt didn't understand what genes were, she sneered: "If you were a good student, you

wouldn't have learned martial arts."

With Xu Erlang's bad temper, he wanted to take the initiative to py, so the status of the elder in the academy should be not low. Erlang's connections are my connections, and my connections are still my connections. I have to help him. Xu Qian'an's thoughts flashed, thinking about the masterpieces that could be used as farewell poems in his previous life.

Although I don't plan to be a scholar, why not use resources reasonably in exchange for

benefits?

Soon, he had an idea in his mind and locked on a poem.

Xu Qian'an took a bite of the meat bun: "Write a poem, right? Today, I will let my aunt know

that everyone in my Xu family is a talent."

What he has to consider now is whether this poem will be too good. You know, the poems that can be written into textbooks are all masterpieces.