Chen Ping'an ate candied haws that had not tasted for nearly ten years, carried the locust branches back to Nipin Lane. After passing a house that was more dilapidated than his own ancestral home, Chen Ping'an felt guilty and wondered if he should borrow some money from Master Ruan to repair the house. Although he has lived in this Nipin Lane since he was a child, Chen Ping'an had never seen this house live in. He had chased and fought with the mountain ape before, and deliberately tricked him into it, causing the roof to be stepped on by the old ape. Chen Ping'an felt that he had to make this.

If you take a mess, otherwise you will inevitably have to be exposed to the wind and sun in the future. If you suffer from the crime of rain and wind, you may have been able to last for twenty or thirty years. Now you may not be able to hold on for even five years. The pillars of the house will decay very quickly. This is very similar to Chen Ping'an's body that was forcibly "instructed" by Cai Jinjian. It is both a situation where wind is leaking. Therefore, Chen Ping'an became more and more worried, thinking that he would repair this ownerless house. Not to mention that it is so glamorous, it is always firm and solid.

Chen Ping'an had thought of taking out a gold-solid copper coin and exchanging it with others for real gold, silver or copper coins, such as the old man Yang's shop, or Master Ruan of the blacksmith shop. However, Chen Ping'an had an intuition that gold-solid copper coins are truly hard to come by. Every time he used one, he would lose one. As for silver-solid copper coins, he could earn anywhere, but it was just a matter of effort. So Chen Ping'an decided to ask Master Ruan to borrow first. If he couldn't borrow it, he would use gold-solid copper coins to solve the problem. He would definitely feel distressed. However, since there were some imminent problems that were already clearly placed in front of him, he could not pretend to turn a blind eye. Chen Ping'an was very afraid of owing others.

Chen Ping'an returned to the yard and placed the locust branch given by the little girl leaning against the wall of the courtyard. The priceless sword-grinding stone was still in the basket, but of course he would not have been thrown in the yard so openly. Chen Ping'an had moved it into the house. If it weren't for the tight time, Chen Ping'an would have wished that he would dig a deep pit one meter high in the yard, bury the inconspicuous but valuable sword-grinding stone, and the Dragon-Slaying Platform. Just listening to this name, he felt that it was more precious than the three bags of gold essence and copper coins.

Chen Ping'an heard the chicks in the next yard. When Song Jixin and Zhigui left the town, they didn't care about the old hens and chickens in the cage. They probably were a little hungry. Chen Ping'an went to the house to pick up the keys, then brought a handful of rice from his house, walked to the door of the next yard, opened the chicken cage, and squatted down and leaked his fingers a little. After feeding the chickens, Chen Ping'an opened the door of the kitchen to see if there was any surplus grain such as rice to avoid being damaged or moldy. As a result, he entered the kitchen, which opened Chen Ping'an's eyes wide open. A large jar of rice, just opened the lid and saw that Chen Ping'an was full. There were pots and pans in the cabinets, and there were also a row of ham and dried fish hanging on the walls. Everything was clean and refreshing, with all the items of large and small, mixed and not messy.

Chen Ping'an was suddenly attracted by a pair of firewood near the stove and walked closer to squat. Sure enough, it was when he saw Zhigui chopping the wooden man with a kitchen knife that time. She could not chop firewood at all, so after chopping for a long time, it was very effective. If it were Chen Ping'an, he could chop the wooden man about the height of the person. At this moment, Chen Ping'an squatted down and found that the wooden man was very strange. There were many red dots engraved on his body, sparsely, and some places were densely packed together, and there was a red dot like cinnabar from some places. Chen Ping'an picked up a piece of wooden man's arm and looked carefully. Next to each red dot, there were extremely tiny ink-colored small characters engraved. The red dots were the size of rice grains, and the strokes of those small characters were even more thin and invisible. Fortunately, it was Chen Ping'an. If it were ordinary people's eyesight, they would probably only be regarded as red dots and black dots.

Chen Ping'an tried to piece together the broken limbs and bones. Not long after, the wooden man reappeared his original form. Fortunately, the wooden man did not lack any large items. Unfortunately, many of the spliced ​​parts were cut off or scratched by Zhigui's kitchen knife. It is estimated that there are still seven or eight out of ten left in the relatively complete red dots and ink characters.

Chen Ping'an got up and opened the window to make the kitchen light more transparent and brighter. Then he continued to squat down and looked carefully, not daring to miss any details. This took about an hour. Although Chen Ping'an did not recognize most of the ink characters, he still tried his best to remember their stroke structure.

Chen Ping'an has always had expectations in his heart for reading and literacy.

When I was a kiln worker, many times after Chen Ping'an climbed to the top of the mountain and looked out at the town. In addition to finding where the Nibo Lane is, the second place I want to know is the school. When I was young, there was a dark and thin child who would often go to the school, squat and lean against the bottom of the wall, and the sound of books was heard above his head. Although he couldn't understand what he was saying, the child would feel at ease and at ease, and his heart was very calm. The grievances he suffered for a day would disappear as he listened.

However, reading was a much more luxurious thing for the orphans in Nipiao Lane at that time, and it would be nice to look at it from a distance.

At this time, Chen Ping'an closed his eyes and built a complete wooden man in his mind with his memory.

If there is a place where memory is blurred, Chen Ping'an is not in a hurry to open his eyes to check the truth and skip it first. As a result, from beginning to end, there are about forty or fifty uncertain red ink characters in the wood man.

After identifying the missing one by one, Chen Ping'an took a deep breath and wanted to do it again, but as soon as he closed his eyes, his head became swollen and a little dizzy. Chen Ping'an decided not to force himself. Some efforts were not just about putting in vain, otherwise he would only become more and more messy as he was busy. After Chen Ping'an learned to burn porcelain, he was deeply moved by this. It was not about being talented, but just one of his experiences after being scolded by Old Man Yao all day long and being scolded.

Chen Ping'an disrupted the wooden man again, piled it up in the corner of the stove, walked out of the kitchen, closed the yard gate, and thought about it, he still had to go to the east gate of the town and find another custodian. In the future, he became a formal apprentice in the blacksmith shop, and most of them had to live there, so it was unlikely that he would deliver a letter. So Chen Ping'an wanted to say hello to the bachelor, but he had searched it before, but he didn't find it.

Chen Ping'an jogged to the east gate of the town. The yellow mud house was still locked. He sighed and sat on the stump where the gatekeeper Zheng Dafeng often sat. The town was not as good as entering the mountain, but there was no particular concern for the seats of the mountain god. Chen Ping'an sat there in a daze, and it was rare to take a break from his busy schedule.

I don’t know how long it took, there were sounds of wheels on the road in the town. Chen Ping’an turned his head and looked at the ox cart. Two carriages with carriages were followed by. There were a group of children sitting on the ox cart, and two familiar faces, Li Baoping with a big red cotton jacket, and Shi Chunjia with two blushings. In addition, it seems that Shi Chunjia mentioned three school children, Li Huai, Lin Shouyi and Dong Shuijing.

Five children on the ox cart were chattering and lively.

The coachman is a strange face of a middle-aged man. The old man sweeping the floor in the school was sitting behind the coachman.

Chen Ping'an looked at it and except for the little girl with red cotton jackets from the four major families of Li, Fulu Street, the other four children were very different in their clothes. Shi Chunjia's ancestors lived in Qilong Lane for generations, guarding the old shop called Yui, who had no worries about food and clothing, but they were not considered rich and noble, so the little girl could only be considered comfortable and warm in clothes. However, Shi Chunjia had a cold-looking peer around him, wearing a brand new and precious black fox fur with a slightly face.

Bai, with cold eyes and eyes. Li Huai's father, Li Er, is a famous coward in the town. Li Huai also has a sister named Li Liu, but her parents and sister went out to make a living, leaving Li Huai alone in her uncle's house. Now she is also leaving her hometown and following the old man named Ma to the cliff academy. The last boy, with a thin spring shirt, wore two shirts that were sewn and patched, and was full of poverty. At first glance, he was a miserable child who grew up in a poor alley.

Li Baoping, Shi Chunjia, Li Huai, Lin Shouyi, and Dong Shuijing.

Five children from small towns were riding in a ox cart that could not shelter from wind and rain, heading towards the hearts of countless scholars in Dongbao Bindera, the cliff academy, and one of the seventy-two Confucian academies. The five children would definitely not know at this moment that on the land of a continent with many dynasties, countless generations of noble families, even if they sharpen their heads and use up all the human incense, they would still want to send their children into it, and follow the Masters and gentlemen who are broad-sleeved and broad-minded, and learn from Confucian sages to cultivate themselves and govern the country and pacify the world.

Naturally, they wouldn't know how rare it is to be able to call Qi Jingchun "Mr. On the contrary, these children now only think that Mr. Qi is very disciplined, often has a stern face, and does not make people get close to him at all. Mr. Qi laughs occasionally, and the children don't even know what they did right, making Mr. Ji so happy.

Li Baoping saw Chen Ping'an sitting on the tree stump. He jumped out of the ox cart with lightning speed, staggered, ran quickly to Chen Ping'an, and suddenly stood still, but seemed to have no idea what to say. Finally, he just raised his chest and said, "I want to go to a very far place." His little face was full of pride.

The old man wearing a tall crown said in a deep voice: "Li Baoping!"

Although she was not very happy, the old man still asked the driver to stop the ox cart. The little girl curled her lips, but she turned around and ran to the ox cart. She suddenly heard the guy behind her calling her name. After turning around, she saw him raise his fist and shook it gently, probably because she wanted to work hard.

Li Baoping also waved his fist at him, indicating that he would work hard.

Chen Ping'an smiled knowingly, feeling that the little girl in red cotton-padded jacket was mostly used to play, and her footprints would be left everywhere in Shanjing Academy.

Chen Ping'an looked up and saw the old man who had seen the floor sweeping several times in the school. He thought of nodding himself, but Chen Ping'an subconsciously returned the greeting with a smile.

At the same time, someone in a carriage behind gently lowered the curtains.

Although there was only a glance, Chen Ping'an saw the man's face clearly. He was the scholar who went to the blacksmith shop to find Master Ruan.

Chen Ping'an watched the ox carriage slowly drive out of the town.

If Chen Ping'an could look down at the thousand-mile mountain and river that had just taken root like Ning Yao, he would definitely be shocked by all kinds of strange phenomena.

There are countless birds and beasts, entrenched on the border line between the Lizhu Cave Heaven and the Dali Territory. Outside, countless of their kind are running towards this place, as if absorbing something.

On that invisible border line, they neither dared to take a step forward nor wanted to take a step back.

There was also an old woman standing at the end of the stream within the boundary, her upper body exposed to the water surface, and a crow-green hair poured down like a waterfall, spreading around her body, like a black lotus.

The old woman with a mottled face as bark as bark from her bark is now a woman under forty years old.

There is also the Piyun Mountain, which seems to be arched by the ground and slowly rises at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The cave heaven is broken and falls into a blessed land.

In the past, the people in the small towns that were born and raised in the Lizhu Cave world, regardless of wealth, poverty, or nature, good or evil, will have their next life.
Chapter completed!