The little boy named Zhugan has three spiritual roots: metal, wood, and earth. The main spiritual root is a bit vague, and Li Qingfeng vaguely feels that it is earth.
This shows from the side that the spiritual root sensitivity of the bamboo pole is not outstanding, otherwise it would be easy to distinguish.
But Li Qingfeng didn't care too much about this - he was extremely surprised to meet a seedling with spiritual roots. He still had good qualifications with three spiritual roots. What else could he choose?
Zhugan's mother saw a flash of light blue light, closed her eyes and opened them again, thinking she had seen it wrong. She looked at Li Qingfeng's eyebrows raised slightly, his expression as usual, and she was even more convinced that it was because of his eyesight. He continued to nag the child that his father had no future and wanted to send the bamboo pole to study.
Li Qingfeng looked as usual, reached out and touched Zhugan's head, and asked with a smile: "Does Zhugan also want to study?"
The little boy was startled, then thought for a moment and asked, "Does my brother also study?"
Li Qingfeng's smile grew wider: "Of course."
"Then I want to study!"
Li Qingfeng took back his hand with a smile and said to Zhugan's mother: "Zhugan is a child who has a special affinity with me. If you want him to learn some skills in reading, writing and interacting with others, you can let him come to my Li family's private school to study."
Zhugan's mother was overjoyed. She had already seen that Li Qingfeng was well-educated, and his behavior and conversation were infinitely better than those of them, farmers and hunters. He had long wanted to take the opportunity to get involved with Li Qingfeng and let his son learn from him. I'm just worried that I don't know how to speak, so I can only talk non-stop and lead the topic to my child. Unexpectedly, Zhugan, a kid, managed to win the favor of this young man right away.
"Okay! Okay! My bamboo pole has been smart since he was a child..."
She hurriedly said yes, but then she remembered that this matter still required her husband to nod, so she quickly stood up and said with a smile: "Brother Li, can you wait for my boss to come back, I will tell him, and the bamboo pole will follow you back?"
Li Qingfeng sighed as a peasant woman who couldn't read a word even used honorifics for her children. Although he has never been a parent in his two lives, he still can't help but lament the pitiful hearts of parents in the world.
"Okay, I'll be at the caravan at the other end of the village. If you think about it, come find me as soon as possible."
"Okay! Okay! Thank you, Brother Li, thank you, Brother Li!"
Hearing Li Qingfeng sigh, the peasant woman's heart twitched and she wanted to slap herself twice, regretting that she had said the wrong thing. Unexpectedly, Li Qingfeng didn't mean to refuse, so she hurriedly bent down to salute, thanked him repeatedly, and then hurriedly pulled the bamboo pole over and asked him to call Teacher Li Qingfeng, as if she was afraid that Li Qingfeng would be dissatisfied.
Li Qingfeng nodded, accepted her courtesy, smiled, reached out and touched the little boy's head, and said goodbye to the peasant woman.
The peasant woman carried him with the bamboo pole all the way to the courtyard gate, and then went back with some reluctance but joy.
The reluctance mainly comes from the little boy, and the joy mainly comes from his mother.
My child is finally going to be successful! Thinking of this, the peasant woman couldn't hide the smile on her face. When she saw the neighbor women, she greeted them loudly, wishing the whole world knew that her child was going to study and be successful.
Several old women sitting at the entrance of the courtyard weaving saw her appearance and smiled sourly, wondering how she had such good luck. At the same time, I was also thinking about whether I could send my own children to study.
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Back at the caravan, Li Qingfeng was satisfied.
Even if there is nothing to gain from the haunting, with a child like Zhu Guan, this trip will be a big profit.
It was already evening, and there were far fewer villagers scattered around the caravan. Some people in the caravan were already loading furs, dried fish and other goods onto the carriages. Selling these things to the county town could make a small profit. Pen.
The steward Liu Zhenzheng was greeting the caravan people to take the horses to feed and rest. It was getting late today, and loading and unloading would take at least an hour to complete. The caravan simply stayed overnight in Wangjia Village and hit the road again tomorrow morning.
This is exactly what Li Qingfeng meant. He just wanted to take advantage of tonight to go into the forest to have a look. It would be best if he could encounter some kid causing trouble or a monk from the Ghost Control Sect being alone.
He walked towards Liu Zhen, saw the ceremony and talked about the bamboo poles, and mentioned that he wanted to sleep in a tent alone. Liu Zhen glanced at him, thinking that maybe Li Qingfeng had a delicate disease caused by being spoiled by his family. But the businessman's habit made him say nothing. He just nodded and agreed with a smile.
Li Qingfeng wasn't afraid that he would think too much, so he just found a small, dark place and pitched a tent.
During this period, the eldest brother Li Qingshi and the second brother Li Qingyuan came over to ask, but Li Qingfeng only said that he was not feeling well.
After setting up the tent, the sun was already halfway down. The hunters and woodcutters in the village returned one after another. Li Qingfeng sat cross-legged in his tent and meditated with his eyes closed. The people in the caravan knew where his tent was. As long as Zhugan's parents could find the caravan, they would naturally be able to find him, Li Qingfeng, so he just had to wait.
But until the sun completely set, Zhugan's father failed to come back.
Zhugan's mother was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. She scolded the child a few times at first, saying that his father was unreliable and unpromising, but no one came back until the sun completely set. It was obvious that something had happened.
It was already dark now, and Zhugan's mother stood at the entrance of the village, looking around. A clan elder stood beside her to comfort her. Several of her close relatives had gathered a dozen young men, lighting torches and saying they were going to enter. Mountain search.
Li Qingfeng decided to help search.
He had a hunch that Zhugan's father had probably encountered the ghost from last time.
After he expressed his willingness to follow Zhugan's mother into the mountains to search, the peasant woman burst into tears and bowed repeatedly. After her relatives heard this, they felt that Li Qingfeng was willing to help even someone he only met once. He was really a good man. If Zhugan followed him, he would be following the right person.
Li Qingyuan and Li Qingshi felt a little surprised. The third brother used to have a cold temperament. How could he be willing to help a stranger this time? It seems that the third brother really likes the little boy named Zhugan.
The two of them immediately expressed their intention to accompany Li Qingfeng into the mountains.
Of course Li Qingfeng disagreed. Li Qingyuan and others did not know the seriousness of the matter, but he knew that ordinary mortals would not be able to resist if ghosts were to cause trouble.
However, the two of them were very determined, and they would not go unless they were allowed to accompany them. Li Qingfeng couldn't resist the two of them, and finally agreed after thinking about it, but repeatedly told them to be careful.
After all, he, Li Qingfeng, is considered to be an expert and daring person, and ordinary ghosts or qi-training monks are no match for him. He is confident that he can protect the two of them, and at worst, he will expose the fact that he is an immortal cultivator. After all, Li Qingfeng planned to confess to his father when he returned this time. It would not be a bad thing to tell his two brothers in advance.
And if there are any powerful ghosts or monks, his spiritual consciousness can detect them in advance. At worst, he can escape as soon as possible.
Everything is under control.
As long as nothing unexpected happens.
