"Duh!"
In the small courtyard, Xu Qi'an stood on the eaves and threw a hidden prismatic weapon, but he didn't take aim seriously at all.
But it accurately hit the heart of the stake twenty steps away.
This is not how clever Xu Qi'an is at throwing hidden weapons, but his good luck.
"There is definitely something wrong with my body," Xu Qi'an whispered to himself.
He was very lucky. For a month in a row, he picked up a total of one or two coins, equivalent to half a month's salary.
This money is enough for an ordinary family of three to live frugally for three months.
The strangest thing is that every time you pick up a penny, this is not luck can be described.
You don't need to ask Yuanfang, you know that this is weird.
"System Dad? Come out, don't play hide-and-seek with me." Xu Qi'an said tentatively.
The system ignored him.
In the past month, he has made numerous attempts to wake up the system.
Facts tell him that there is no system at all.
How to explain that odd luck
Unexpectedly, a non-chief like me who has never won a lottery ticket for five yuan since I was a child can also evolve into a European emperor one day. But Emperor Ou's lifespan is extremely short, Xu Qi'an laughed wryly at himself.
One thing is certain, the original owner had no amazing luck at all. If he had it, his aunt would not dislike him, and would treat him like an ancestor.
The whole family stopped fighting and depended on him to pick up money to live.
"This kind of gift of unknown origin is inexplicably frustrating." Xu Qi'an's eyes narrowed and he sighed: "You can only take one step at a time."
Taking a break today, Xu Qi'an jumped over the ten-foot-high wall and went to his second uncle's house for breakfast.
The small courtyard he lived in was actually originally lived by an old housekeeper of the Xu family, and it was separated from the big mansion by a wall.
Later, the old housekeeper died, and the courtyard was idle until Xu Qi'an and his aunt fell out and moved here in anger.
The original owner had a bad temper. He made three meals by himself on weekdays. The second uncle would occasionally come over the wall with wine and vegetables to ask his nephew to drink two cups.
Now Xu Qi'an doesn't need to pay for the original owner's obsession. If he cooks his own breakfast, he won't be able to get out of bed. What a waste of money if you go out to eat.
Isn't it good to listen to music in Goulan, mainly because you can see the ladies in tulle skirts shaking their butts
Inner hall.
The aunt, who was wearing a dark red wide-sleeved dress, saw Xu Qi'an come in, pouted, and lowered her head to drink porridge.
My aunt is not the daughter of a wealthy family, my father is a scholar, and he is barely a scholar, and my aunt is very sensible. 's nephew, she also opened her eyes and closed her eyes.
Xiaodouding stood in front of the round stool, on which was her breakfast, three meat buns, two fried dough sticks, a stack of side dishes, and a large plate of white porridge.
"Brother," she called out vaguely.
"Why didn't you see the old farewell?" Xu Qi'an asked.
Saying goodbye to the old is the character of Xu New Year, and the character is the supplement of the name.
"Shut up in the room and write poetry." Xu Pingzhi said.
Xu Qi'an sat down, and Lu'e brought a bowl of white porridge, six meat buns, a stack of acetic acid radishes, and a bowl of tofu brain.
A martial artist in the refining realm has a much larger appetite than ordinary people.
But in a Qi training environment like Uncle's, his appetite is not much different from that of ordinary people.
Can only be half full, Xu Qi'an glanced at Xiaodouding, and said with a pleasant expression: "Ring Yin, can you share a meat bun for eldest brother?"
Everyone glanced at him. The young girl in the family didn't care about anything, she only cared about what she ate in one bite. Whoever grabbed food from her bowl, she would fight with everyone.
"Don't!" Xiaodouding really opened his arms, like a little hen protecting her cubs, protecting her food.
"Don't worry, big brother won't let you suffer." Xu Qi'an picked up a meat bun, put it on her plate, pointed to the four meat buns and said:
"Do we have all of these four meat buns?"
Xu Lingyin pecked her head.
"Should it be divided equally?"
Xu Lingyin tilted her head, thought about it, and nodded.
"You two buns, the big brother two buns, and then, the big brother will give you half a fritter. Did you make a profit?"
"Yeah." Xu Lingyin was brought to the rhythm, she felt that she had made a lot of money, and she smiled.
Xu Lingyue: ""
Xu Pingzhi glanced at his nephew: (_)
The aunt said angrily, "How could I give birth to such a stupid girl as you, I'm so mad at the old lady!"
Xiaodouding felt very aggrieved, she obviously earned half a fritter, why did her mother scold her.
At this time, Xu Xinnian came in, muttering words in his mouth, his eyes were out of focus, and he sat down to eat and think.
The aunt let out a sigh of relief, ignoring the stupid little girl, and caring about her promising son:
"Nian'er, what kind of poetry is good. People have strengths, inch is short, don't pay attention to the rumors of outsiders."
Xu Xinnian is good at strategy theory, but poetry is a weakness.
"Farewell, when will you be able to break through to enlightenment and reach the eighth level of self-cultivation?" Xu Qi'an asked suddenly.
Xu Xinnian followed the Confucian way of practice. Yunlu Academy was founded by the great disciples of Confucian sages 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 saints, but the most important point is that it is the only remaining academy that can cultivate Confucianism and Taoism.
The ninth grade of Confucianism: enlightenment.
Enlightenment can only increase memory, see ten lines at a glance, and strengthen learning ability, but it is still a scumbag.
"There is no clue for now, the teacher said to understand." Xu Xinnian shook his head regretfully.
"You can refer to the Kaiqiao Realm." Xu Qi'an said: "How did the Kaiqiao Realm cultivate?"
Xu Xinnian recalled: "To memorize the sage's classics backwards and use them for one's own use is the state of enlightenment."
The former requires a lot of time to memorize, and the latter relies on a certain understanding. Xu Qi'an nodded thoughtfully.
This is the same as the refining realm of the martial arts system. It is a long-term struggle for qi and blood to temper the body.
"If you are self-cultivating, do you also need to train your body?" Xu Qi'an asked.
Xu Xinnian thought about it and said, "Confucian scholars in the self-cultivation state are fearless, and their words and deeds can be convincing and inspire fighting spirit. I try to deduce the method of cultivation from the ability reflected in the self-cultivation state."
"Did it work?"
Xu Xinnian pretended not to hear, turned his head and said to his mother, "An elder in the academy has gone to Qingzhou. It's a long way to go. The students of the academy will see him off tomorrow and present him with poems."
Having said this, Xu Xinnian said in distress: "I haven't written a farewell poem yet."
Xu Lingyue said softly, "Second brother has no poetic talent."
Auntie glared at her and said displeased: "Your second brother is very talented, and the way of poetry, I just didn't take it to heart before."
Xu Pingzhi scratched his head: "Just write a few sentences, I think the poem you blurted out that day is very bold."
"Kukuku" Xu Qi'an laughed out loud.
Xu Xinnian's mouth twitched, and he rigidly changed the topic: "That elder is a famous scholar who is very good at poetry. The students who saw him off were all students with poetic talents. In addition to admiration for the elders, he also made friends. network ideas.”
"If it can be appreciated by that senior, there will be many benefits."
Okay, I finally thought about making contacts.
Xu Xinnian is arrogant and arrogant, and always talks about 'a gentleman's friendship is like water' and 'a gentleman's friend is not a party'.
After going through this crisis, he finally realized the benefits of py trading.
As a big brother, Xu Qi'an is very pleased.
If Erlang, who is not good at poetry, can make a lot of effort to make friends, it should be a big auntie anxious: "How can this be good."
Xu Xinnian said helplessly: "Mother, this article was born by chance. The same is true of poetry."
After speaking, he said with emotion: "If I could have made friends with this senior in the literary world, I might be able to save you from prison and not have nowhere to ask for help."
The aunt suddenly frowned. She was more concerned about her son's future than anyone else.
A real great Confucian has a strong character, and giving money and gifts will not work. You must do what you like, so that people think you are worth making friends and look up to you.
Xu Pingzhi frowned, "Your grandfather is just like you, he can only write articles and has no poetic talent."
The aunt was not convinced, and her beautiful eyebrows raised: "What do you mean. Is it my father's fault?"
"It's all thanks to my Li family for being admitted to Juren in the New Year, because he follows me. Look at Lingyin, it just follows you, but I haven't been enlightened yet."
Xu Xinnian and Xu Lingyue follow their mother's appearance, and their good looks are enviable. Xu Lingyin, this little bean, has the same facial features as his father, so in addition to being cute, he looks naive.
Uncle Xu was speechless.
Xu Qi'an refused to accept it: "Auntie, what you said is wrong. According to what you mean, do you mean that my Xu family's genes are stupid?"
Auntie didn't understand what genes were, so she sneered: "If you had studied at the beginning, you wouldn't have learned martial arts."
With Xu Erlang's bad temper thinking of taking the initiative to py, the senior academy's identity should not be low. Erlang's contacts are my contacts, and my contacts are still my contacts, so I have to help him. Xu Qi'an's thoughts flickered, thinking about the masterpieces that could be used as farewell poems in previous lives.
Although I don't plan to mix up with scholars, but the rational use of resources in exchange for benefits, why not do it.
Soon, he had an idea in his mind and locked a poem.
Xu Qi'an took a hard bite of the meat bun: "Writing poetry, right? Today, I want my aunt to know that everyone in my Xu family is talented."
What he has to consider now is whether the poem will be too good. You know, the poems that can be written into textbooks are all handed down.
ps: This chapter is almost 3,000 words, which means I am not short.