Pseudo master, she just wants to live

Chapter 105 A Safe Journey

evening.

Li Fugui led the people back from the city, this time they didn't drive a car, everyone was carrying big bags and small bags in their hands.

The faces of several people were all red, obviously very excited.

A Wu Niang moved her thin legs, and rushed over, "Father Wu Zi, what good things did you buy..."

"Go, go, let's go." Li Fugui seemed to be chasing flies, "The things I bought today are for the dolls, you old lady came here to join in the fun."

A Wu Niang spat in anger, but still followed Li Fugui step by step.

Fang Yao lifted the curtain of the car, and Li Fugui handed her the things and the bill, "Master, I have bought what you asked for."

Many people from Li Family Village gathered together.

Several bags are divided into two piles, one big and one small.

Fang Yao opened the first bag, which contained books tightly bound with fine hemp rope and a stack of rough jute paper three fingers wide.

"Ah, this is book paper..."

Fang Yao opened the second bag, which contained two bundles of brushes, more than a dozen ink sticks and inkstones.

Now, except for Li Fugui and the others, everyone looked at each other in blank dismay.

"Master, what is this for?"

Erya took a brush curiously, and was patted hard by her father, "Put it down, don't break these expensive things."

Fang Yao: "These pens, inks, papers and inkstones are just for you. Let's go on our way later. If we have free time, let Brother Yang teach the children how to write."

Ever since Fang Yao knew that Yang Gao not only knew martial arts, but also knew how to read, she decided that in addition to letting him teach Ah Wu and the others how to practice kung fu, she should also teach the children how to write and count in their spare time.

The resources obtained in exchange for 2000 taels of silver must be fully utilized in order to make her feel less heartbroken.

"Master, I can also read a few words. If you don't mind, I can teach the children when Yang Gao is busy." Li Fugui said a little embarrassed.

How could Fang Yao dislike it.

In a place like Lijia Village, it is not uncommon to have a literate person. She was a little surprised when she saw Li Fugui dig out the account books at home.

I have to say that Li Fugui's calligraphy is much better than hers.

Although everyone knows that she is literate, so far, she has not dared to write.

"Patriarch, whatever you say, you should keep these things first."

"okay."

Li Fugui happily picked up these bags full of paper and pens, and carefully returned to the ox cart.

The children didn't know what it was like to read and write, so they all followed along excitedly, as did Dabao and Xiaomei, who wished they could all experience it now.

A Wu Niang pouted, she wasn't interested in these things at all.

But the adults are very happy.

Before reading and writing, they didn't even dare to think about it. Now that there is no land to farm, they can learn to write first, and then go out with the master, so they won't be too embarrassing.

Gouwa, who was once laughed at by the government servants because of the phrase "a person should not be judged by his appearance", even took the initiative to find Li Fugui to enroll in school.

"Master Fang, the work is done, and the old man has to go back and rest for a few days."

The old carpenter came over and handed Fang Yao a large stack of wooden hangers.

Fang Yao took it over and took a look, and put the hanger into the carriage, "Thank you, Master Yang, are you really not coming together?"

Ever since she knew that this eccentric old carpenter was the uncle Yang Gao had been talking about for decades, she wanted him to come along more than once.

It will probably be a lot more convenient to have an old Jianghu by my side.

However, the old carpenter shook his head: "I'm old, my bones are failing, and when I go to the extremely cold place in the north, my legs hurt from the cold, so I don't want to go."

Disappointment flashed in Fang Yao's eyes.

"Don't worry, Master Fang, although my disobedient nephew often does stupid things, he is no less capable than me."

The old carpenter turned around as he spoke, as if he was talking to himself, "He, the biggest advantage is that he values ​​friendship, and the biggest disadvantage..."

Fang Yao didn't understand what he said later, and was about to ask again, but unfortunately he had already left slowly.

The old carpenter instructed the young apprentice to put away all the tools, and then half leaned on the cart very comfortably.

This time, they contracted labor and materials, and all the wood they brought was used up, and even the leftovers were used as toys by the children.

The little donkey dragged the empty cart with only one person, and with a single stride on its four slender legs, it rushed towards the gate that was about to be closed.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, a layer of hazy glow was cast behind their backs, and a faint dust was raised on the ancient rammed earth road.

Fang Yao turned her head to look at Yang Gao who was hiding behind in the woods, shook her head and sighed.

The next day, Yin time.

Before dawn, the convoy set off early.

Two carriages were still leading the charge, followed by thirteen ox carts slowly, with small lanterns hanging in front of the carts for lighting the road, shaking slightly with the wheels.

Because it was too early, Fang Yao got up only once when collecting the toilet tent, and gave the rest of the time to Li Fugui and Yang Gao.

She yawned and opened the curtain, looked up, the sky was full of stars.

In the past few days, wearing a mask, she discovered that the black mist over Zhenyang County gradually dissipated and drifted in other directions.

The booklet was also taken out from time to time and looked at quietly, but there were no new clues on it.

Fang Yao lay down again.

She didn't quite understand why Zhaonan was so weird, but the black mist on the mask was gathering to the north.

Suddenly, there was a rush of hoofbeats from behind.

"Master Fang!"

Fang Yao sat up suddenly, it was Chu Nan's voice.

She thought that she would probably never meet Chu Nan again.

Up to now, she still clearly remembers that Chu Nan's expression after seeing her "true face" that day can be described as panic and disillusionment.

Even until she left the Chu Mansion overnight, Chu Nan didn't say a word to her from the beginning to the end.

Soon, the sound of horseshoes was getting closer and closer, and they caught up.

Li Fugui hurriedly "screamed", and the carriage stopped.

Fang Yao put on her outer shirt and opened the curtain of the car. The person sitting on the horse outside was indeed Chu Nan, and there were more than a dozen guards behind him.

She suddenly became nervous. Could it be that she has something to do with Lingbing?
"Young Lord, you are..."

"This is the document my father asked me to hand over to you."

Fang Yao happily took what was in Chu Nan's hand.

Although there are a lot of refugees in this famine year and the population management is not very strict, but more of them will be like the situation in Liyang County.

But with this, if they want to enter the city elsewhere in the future, they only need to take out the current documents, which can be regarded as saving her a lot of money.

She had taken Li Yangzhang's official document before, but it could only be used in several neighboring counties.

Chu Xihou is also a prince, the things he prescribes are naturally more useful.

Fang Yao put away the things, raised her head and said to him sincerely: "It's hard work, the young master personally delivered the documents for me, and I have to trouble you to thank Chu Xihou on my behalf."

Looking at the small face of Mrs. Ming, Chu Nan couldn't take his eyes off.

Is this really the shrew who jumped up and beat someone that night, and wants to discipline her daughter for her father...

In the end, the tens of thousands of emotions merged into one sentence, "Master Fang, safe journey."

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