In fact, when Su Qingluan first came to visit, it was a bit false to say that he was not nervous.
But it's also possible that the saying "make mistakes while busy" was confirmed in a strange way. Su Qingluan couldn't help but talk non-stop after coming to Mu Xingzhi's side. As the saying goes, social death is something you just get used to.
So Su Qingluan, who was still very embarrassed the first time, calmed down after the second time, the embarrassment index had exceeded the tolerance threshold.
Although Su Qingluan could have basically punctured the window paper when they were at the door just now, Mu Xingzhi still treated Su Qingluan with his usual attitude, and even asked her thoughtfully what kind of tea she wanted to serve. .
"Then green tangerine tea, that one tastes sweeter." Su Qingluan slipped out her preference without thinking, and then she wanted to bite her tongue.
"Hey, I'm really sorry," Su Qingluan sighed and spread her hands, "I've come here a lot, and I've become accustomed to it. It's hard to change for a while." In fact, it was because my subconscious felt that Mu Xingzhi should not suddenly be able to If he wanted to kill her, he didn't feel any danger.
After all, it is very rare to be able to pretend to be sick and come to this quiet mountain village to live in seclusion, no matter what the reason is.
What's more, according to what his parents said before, their words indicate that Mu Xingzhi has been in Huaxi Village for at least seven or eight years.
With such patience and forbearance, just to lie dormant and wait for the opportunity, it is absolutely impossible to go on a killing spree when the head is hot.
Su Qingluan thought this, and saw that Songbo only brought tea and snacks in, and then left as usual, leaving only herself and Mu Xingzhi. She was a little surprised: "Did Songbo make these snacks? The craftsmanship is good. Woolen cloth."
Mu Xingzhi picked up the tea bowl and took a sip gracefully. The tea dyed his pale lips three points of red, with a moist luster, and his expression was a little playful: "Qingluan is not asking about such a trivial matter. Did you come here specially?"
After listening to the other party's words, Su Qingluan put the snacks that he had picked up out of curiosity back into the snack plate in front of him, and said seriously: "Actually, I want to ask you for something - if the Xie family wants to I don't like the jam at the Four Seasons, and I want to take it out on me. I hope this can protect my family's safety."
Mu Xingzhi glanced at Su Qingluan: "How did you know I could help? The Xie family is very powerful in the court, and I am just a peasant in the mountains."
Su Qingluan gritted his teeth secretly: I just poked 800 holes in the window paper. It's no fun for you, old man, to pretend to be confused here.
Thinking of this, Su Qingluan curled her lips: "Then you, a mountain man, are really aggrieved. Your limbs are intact and you have to pretend to be a cripple and use a wheelchair all day long. Do you want to experience this new way of walking?"
Oh, I'm so sorry. She accidentally acted wickedly.
In fact, she was not impulsive or brainless - Su Qingluan touched the charcoal pen in her arms - she had learned many super-era technologies from modern times, and during this period, she selected some that could be used in this era.
For some techniques, she didn't know the detailed steps, but she knew the general direction. However, many times, many technologies lack this "general direction", making clueless exploration very inefficient.
Su Qingluan believes that the reason why modern people know more and have a wider range of knowledge than ancient people is not because modern people are smarter or have better learning ability. It is entirely because modern information resources are more convenient and faster to obtain.
Moreover, the accumulation of knowledge of modern people is also accumulated from little to more, from nothing to something, through the accumulation of generations.
Many times, the ancients were able to focus more because they did not receive the explosive flow of information and were not dependent on ideas. And they are actually very smart. Many times they just lack a general direction for them to work hard.
Therefore, Su Qingluan often does not need to understand some techniques in detail. As long as he has a rough idea, many craftsmen can know how to do it, and the work is much better than expected.
For example, Su Guangfu is such a typical example in carpentry work.
Even so, Su Qingluan also understood that any one of the ideas in her mind was likely to cause changes in this era.
Su Qingluan stole a glance at Mu Xingzhi's expression.
Mu Xingzhi showed no sign of anger. Instead, he asked with interest, "How did you find out that I was pretending to be bad at what I did?"
He would never get out of the wheelchair before going out, even if there was no one around. He even used those powders to modify his skin color to maintain an unhealthy paleness.
Seeing that he stopped pretending, Su Qingluan nodded: "Indeed, I didn't notice it at first, but there is one thing. People who are really bad at walking - especially their feet and legs that have not been exercised for a long time - It's something that a healthy person cannot pretend to be." Su Qingluan lowered his eyes and looked at Mu Xingzhi's legs near the ankles.
"I wonder if you have ever seen patients who have been bedridden for a long time? They are all very thin." Su Qingluan looked at Mu Xingzhi.
"But some patients won't be so thin if they get massage every day."
Su Qingluan nodded: "That's true." She thought for a while, not sure what the word "muscle" was in this era, so she could only use more vivid words to make an analogy: "But no matter how you massage it, the 'muscle' that has been sick for a long time will It would be loose, and your words… don’t seem like it.”
No matter how you maintain it through massage, if you don't take the initiative to exercise your muscles, the chicken will become loose or even atrophied. It is completely different from healthy muscle lines, and it will have the feeling of "loose meat sticking to the bones".
Because Mu Xingzhi had been sitting in a wheelchair for a long time, his legs were bent in front of him. Although he was not wearing shorts, Su Qingluan could not see the specific situation, but through the tight texture of his lower clothes and the revealed curves, Su Qingluan also felt The well-proportioned and powerful lines don't look like they haven't been exercised for a long time.
"Actually, it's not just your legs, but also your spirit." Su Qingluan looked at Mu Xingzhi, "Actually, you really acted like a sickly young man. The country owes you a little golden man."
Mu Xingzhi looked a little confused when he heard Su Qingluan's words: "What is the Little Golden Man? Why does my family owe me this? What do you know?"
Su Qingluan was stunned: Ah this...
How can she explain modern Internet slang in words that ancient people could understand? Waiting online, quite urgent.
Really unable to think of the appropriate words, Su Qingluan simply started to fool Dafa: "That's not important. The most important thing is that no one who is really 'critically ill and will die soon' can be as energetic as you and maintain it for a long time." Time is in a relatively stable state.”
Su Qingluan knew very well what the so-called "serious illness" looked like - falling asleep halfway through the meal, even holding chopsticks and spoons in his hands;
He was clearly chatting and laughing a moment ago, but a moment later his face turned pale and he was covered in cold sweat due to dizziness, pain, vomiting and other symptoms;
Not to mention doing difficult things with concentration, even if it is an entertainment program with very exciting content, it is difficult to attract weak patients, because when the physical condition is poor, even sitting upright is very difficult...
In short, Mu Xingzhi, who can sit in a wheelchair for a long time, talk and laugh, speak coherently, and even do some other things, is considered by a "really weak patient" to be able to do this even if he is in particularly good condition occasionally. , it is absolutely impossible to become a "daily standard".
In fact, in the eyes of ordinary people, Mu Xingzhi's disguise is perfect enough - at least for so many years, except for Su Qingluan, everyone else's views of Mu Xingzhi are "pity" and "poor" rather than "suspicious" , which is enough to show that he disguised himself perfectly.
However, Su Qingluan had seen countless patients who were truly "weak but strong" in the last few years of her previous life, and she was even one of these people.
As someone who truly understands what a "weak patient" is like, even if he didn't notice it at first, Su Qingluan gradually noticed something was wrong with Mu Xingzhi after spending a long time with him.
"With your knowledge, if you want to embark on an official career, even if you don't take the imperial examination, it is not particularly difficult to find someone who can recommend you." Su Qingluan's words were not a compliment, but the truth. truth.
She glanced at Mu Xingzhi and sighed: "But you have been in a remote and remote place like Huaxi Village for several years, and you have no idea of becoming an official. Then there is only a possibility - this is not your ambition." At least, the ambition is not "only" here.
When Su Qingluan said this, she recalled that when she didn't realize that something was wrong with the other party, she once wanted to comfort Mu Xingzhi that "all roads lead to Rome" and that there is a wonderful life without being an official. Now she just wants to laugh.
Mu Xingzhi silently frowned in her heart, and Su Qingluan adjusted her sitting posture to be more upright, making herself look more solemn: "Since I'm here to ask for help, I can't come empty-handed. I have to show my sincerity."
As he spoke, he took out the two special "pencils" from his sleeves and placed them on the table in front of Mu Xingzhi.
When Mu Xingzhi picked up a pen and looked at it carefully, the other pen received a slight vibration and rolled away to the table.
Su Qingluan thought in her heart that my pennies—ah, no, it was half a pennies! He quickly reached out to catch it.
The one who was one step ahead of her was Mu Xingzhi. He put both pens in his palms. Seeing Su Qingluan's nervous look, he teased: "Looking at Qingluan's expression, these two pens are afraid." It’s expensive.”
Su Qingluan made a bad face: I'm very sorry that she is such a money-crazed person. Things bought at high prices are more worthy of cherishing!
It hurts not to cherish her!
Seeing that Su Qingluan looked nervous about the two pens, Mu Xingzhi's original casual attitude became cautious and serious.
But after studying the two pens carefully for a long time, he could only wrap two thin strips of graphite with a layer of wood.
It's exquisite, but if you say it's rare, you can't say it's rare.
However, Mu Xingzhi did not immediately show disappointment or disapproval. He raised his eyes and asked calmly: "What's so wonderful about this deal?"
