Young people in their twenties still lack a little patience after all.
After sitting in silence for more than an hour, both Qiao'er and Hongbi lost their interest in playing, but Li Qinzai didn't catch a single fish, and the more he fished, the more excited he became.
Then, Li Qinzai's mentality changed again.
You can obviously fry fish directly, so why do you pretend to be "fishing alone in the snow in the cold river"?
My job is to play with gunpowder, and a small piece of explosive can solve the problem. Why did I sit in the heavy snow for more than an hour like a fool?
What is "life philosophy"? The philosophy of life is to replace backward production tools with advanced production tools and improve the efficiency and quantity of food obtained by humans. This is the real philosophy of life.
Li Qinzai, who caught the fire, would not give up on himself. In the heavy snow, Li Qinzai threw the fishing rod away.
"Feng Su, pack up and go home!" Li Qinzai got into the wheelchair.
Feng Su quickly stepped forward, and while packing up the fishing rod and charcoal stove, he asked for words: "Fifth Young Master hasn't caught a fish today, so you're going back now?"
Li Qinzai: “…………”
I miss Liu Asi very much. At least Liu Asi would not say such stupid things at this time.
Giving Feng Su an unhappy look and letting him realize it, Li Qinzai picked up Hongbi, and the father and son were lifted up by Bu Qu and walked towards the other courtyard.
Now Li Qinzai and Hongbi are very close, and the alienation they felt when they first returned to Chang'an is gone. Li Qinzai makes Hongbi happy every day, and his voice is loud and clear when he calls daddy.
"Dad, dad...eat fish and fish." Hongbi pointed to the frozen river and said vaguely.
Li Qinze's old face turned hot: "Obey, we won't eat fish today, we will eat chicken legs."
"No, dad, eat fish..." Hongbi insisted stubbornly.
"Hongbi is good, there are fish bones in the fish. The fish bones will get stuck in the throat and it will hurt." Li Qinzai coaxed him.
Hongbi still refused, his mouth tightened, and he was about to cry.
Qiao'er on the side sighed and said: "Hongbi, good boy, our dad has no harvest today, you can't eat fish."
Li Qinzai turned around and stared at him: "What do you mean by no harvest? I gained the joy of fishing!"
"Dad, eat happily, eat happily!" Hongbi shouted ignorantly.
The little guy doesn't know what happiness is, but since his father only got this thing today, he can barely eat it.
Qiao'er sighed and said: "Hongbi is good, I can't eat if I'm happy. I'll go back and get some dried salted fish to eat."
Hongbi quarreled a few more times, and Qiao'er's face suddenly darkened. Hongbi was very discerning and immediately did not dare to argue anymore, and even showed a flattering smile to Qiao'er.
Li Qinzai clicked his tongue. The tough-minded second eldest son of the Li family, the son who could not be suppressed by his own father, was easily suppressed by the eldest brother with a look. Could this be the legendary bloodline suppression?
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It snowed heavily for three days and the weather finally cleared up.
On the first sunny day, Ganjing Village welcomed several guests.
One of them is an old acquaintance, Wu Minzhi, and the other is barely an acquaintance, Zhang Daan, who has a bruised nose and a swollen face.
As for why Zhang Daan had a bruised nose and face, it was probably because his brother Zhang Daxiang really took Li Qinzai's words to heart.
The other few were strangers. The guests were all wearing colorful clothes. They looked very wealthy in both clothing and temperament.
Li Qinzai was sitting in the yard basking in the sun. The winter sun was a bit dazzling. Li Qinzai had someone take a piece of white cloth to cover his face. The servants and maids passing by in the yard were hesitant to speak, but Wu Shaolang himself did not mind it. It's bad luck, and the servants don't dare to say anything.
Li Qinzai did not feel unlucky. He had lived two lifetimes and almost died once on the battlefield. With such a legendary experience, life and death had long been indifferent.
Several guests entered the door of the other courtyard just like this.
Wu Minzhi was an old acquaintance of the other courtyard. Neither the concierge nor the steward dared to stop him. There was no need to inform him. Wu Minzhi walked in with his head high and his chest high. He did not regard himself as an outsider at all, and he also received several guests by the way. Go in.
Walking around the screen wall, Wu Minzhi's first sight was Li Qinzai lying in the yard basking in the sun, and the white cloth on his face.
Wu Minzhi was stunned for a long time, then rushed forward, knelt down in front of Li Qinzai with a look of grief on his face and cried bitterly: "Sir, the disciple is too late! When did it happen!"
Li Qinzai felt agitated all over and lifted the white cloth off his face. When he saw Wu Minzhi kneeling in front of him and crying in mourning, Li Qinzai felt really unlucky at this moment.
Wu Minzhi stopped crying immediately after being slapped hard by his big dick, and looked stupidly at Li Qinzai who was resurrected on the spot.
"Are you surprised to be resurrected from the dead?" Li Qinzai bared his teeth and smiled at Wu Minzhi.
Wu Minzhi said in shock: "You, are you okay?"
Then Wu Minzhi got angry: "Why do you cover your face with a white cloth when you have nothing to do?"
"I'm so happy!" Li Qinzai looked him over, and then saw several guests behind Wu Minzhi.
There were three guests in total. Li Qinzai knew Zhang Daan and was very pleased with his current situation with a bruised nose and a swollen face. It seems that the elder brother of the Zhang family was really ruthless in order to help this unsatisfactory younger brother to become a talented person.
The other two guests, Li Qinzai, were very strange and had never been seen before.
One of them was about seventeen or eighteen years old, with fair complexion and very handsome appearance. He had a gentle smile on his face and nodded to Li Qinzai.
The other one was about fifteen or sixteen years old. He was still a young man, but he stood out in the yard.
Before Li Qinzai could speak, the young man of seventeen or eighteen years old had already stepped forward, bowed his head, and said with a smile: "I take the liberty of disturbing Duke Li, and I hope you will forgive me. I am King Pei Li Xian."
Li Qinzai was startled and hurriedly sat up. He hesitated for a moment whether to continue setting up a disabled person. After thinking about it, he felt that it would be safer to set up a disabled person, just in case this King Pei came to provoke him and insisted on competing with him in a 100-meter race. what to do?
Li Qinzai raised his arm and glared at Wu Minzhi: "Help me up."
Wu Minzhi helped Li Qinzai stand up, and Li Qinzai bowed with difficulty.
Sure enough, in the middle of the salute, Li Xian hurriedly stepped forward to support his arm and said: "Jun Li fought for the country and was seriously injured. If I accept your courtesy, I will be reviled by the people in the world. I must not do it." "
"Your Majesty, Li Qinzai, pays homage to His Highness King Pei."
Li Xian laughed loudly and called the young man of fifteen or sixteen years old to come forward and said: "This is the attendant of my palace. His name is Wang Bo. He is a young talented man with great talent. Today I will bring him to pay homage to Duke Li. Teach him to admire our true heroes of the Tang Dynasty, and save him from being overly arrogant due to his youthful ambition."
Li Qinzai's mind suddenly exploded.
Wang Bo?
The original author of "Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion" was found?
When Wang Bo looked at him blankly, Wang Bo took the initiative and bowed to the ground.
"Wang Bo, who was born late, pays homage to Duke Li."
"Jungong Li is a versatile man in both civil and military affairs, and Wansheng admires him greatly. Wansheng admires his great military exploits, and admires him even more for his literary talent. Wansheng read his masterpiece "Tengwang Pavilion Preface" countless times, and every beautiful sentence in the article seems to have been written into Wansheng's heart. In my heart.”
(End of chapter)
