Chapter 17: Everyday Dislike of Auntie
"Duh!"
In the small courtyard, Xu Qi'an stood on the eaves of the house and casually threw a prismatic concealed weapon, which he hadn't even aimed at carefully.
However, it accurately hit the red center of a wooden stake twenty paces away.
It wasn't that Xu Qi'an's technique of throwing the concealed weapon was so brilliant, but .... he was lucky.
"There's definitely something wrong with this body of mine ....." Xu Qi'an whispered to himself.
He was so lucky that for a consecutive month, he had picked up a total of one or two taels of silver, equivalent to half a month's salary.
This amount of money was enough for an ordinary family of three, to save for three months.
The oddest thing was that every time he picked up a penny of silver, this could not be described as luck.
Without having to ask Yuanfang, he knew that there was something odd about this matter.
"System dad? Come out, don't play hide and seek with me." Xu Qi'an tried.
The system ignored him.
Over the past month, he had made countless attempts to wake up the system.
The facts told him that there was no system at all.
How could that wacky luck be explained?
I can't imagine that a non-celebrity like me, who has never won a lottery ticket for five dollars since I was a child, could one day evolve into a European Emperor. But the lifespan of an euro emperor is extremely short... Xu Qi'an laughed bitterly to himself.
One thing was for sure, the original owner didn't have amazing luck at all, if he did, his aunt wouldn't have disliked him and would have offered him up like an ancestor.
The whole family stopped struggling and relied on him to pick up money to live.
"This kind of gift of unknown origin inexplicably makes one's heart panic and unsure ...." Xu Qi'an's eyes sank and sighed: "One can only take one step at a time."
Today, the day off, Xu Qi'an leaped over a ten foot high wall and went to his second uncle's house for breakfast.
The small courtyard he lived in was actually originally occupied by an old housekeeper of the Xu family, separated from the mansion by a single wall.
Later, the old housekeeper passed away, and the small courtyard was left unused until Xu Qi'an fell out with his aunt and moved here in anger.
The original owner was a bullish person, who cooked all three meals on weekdays, and the second uncle would occasionally come over the wall with wine and dishes to find his nephew for a drink.
Now Xu Qi'an didn't have to pay for the original owner's obsession, if she made her own breakfast, she couldn't get out of bed. If you go out to eat, what a waste of money.
Doesn't it smell good to listen to music at the hookah, mainly because you can see the ladies in tulle skirts shaking their asses.
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Inner Hall.
Auntie, wearing a dark red wide-sleeved dress, saw Xu Qi'an come in, skimmed her mouth, and lowered her head to drink congee.
Aunt is not a big family's daughter, her father is a scholar, barely counts as a scholarly family, aunt learns from experience, quite reasonable, just took the favor of the unlucky nephew, can't wipe his face to drive people away, for this 'don't deceive the youth is poor' and now really fragrant nephew, she will turn a blind eye to it.
Little Dou Ding stood in front of the round stool, which held her breakfast, three meat buns, two doughnuts, a stack of small vegetables, and a large plate of white congee.
"Big brother..." She called out vaguely.
"Why haven't I seen resignation." Xu Qi'an asked.
Resignation Old was Xu New Year's word, and the word was a complement to the name.
"Locked up in his room writing poetry." Xu Pingzhi said.
Xu Qi'an sat down, and Green E served a bowl of white porridge, six meat buns, a stack of vinegared radishes, and a bowl of tofu brain.
Martial artists in the Essence Refinement realm had much larger appetites than normal people.
And at the Qi Practicing Realm like Uncle, the meal size is instead not much different from ordinary people.
Only half full .... Xu Qi'an glanced at Little DouDing, and said in a pleasant manner, "Suzume, share a meat bun with big brother, will you."
The crowd glanced at him, the youngest daughter in the family didn't care about anything, she cared about a bite of food, whoever snatched food from her bowl, she would fight with whoever she could.
"No!" Little DouDing really opened her arms, like a little hen protecting her cubs, protecting the food.
"Take it easy, big brother won't let you suffer." Xu Qi'an picked up a meat bun and placed it on her plate, pointing at the four meat buns and said:
"These four meat buns, aren't we all getting a share?"
Xu Lingyin pecked her brain.
"Shouldn't they be shared equally?"
Xu Lingyin cocked her head, thought for a moment, then nodded.
"Two buns for you, two buns for big brother, and then, big brother will give you half a doughnut. Have you earned it?"
"Uh-huh." Xu Lingyue was brought up to speed, feeling that she had earned a great deal, her brow widening with a smile.
Xu Lingyue: "....."
Xu Pingzhi glanced at his nephew: (¬_¬)
Auntie gasped, "How could I have given birth to such a stupid daughter like you, pissed off old mom!"
Little Dou Ding then felt aggrieved, she had obviously earned half a doughnut, why did her mother still scold her.
At this time, Xu New Year came in, his mouth reciting words, his eyes unfocused, sitting down to eat while thinking.
Aunt exhaled a breath, ignoring the stupid young daughter, concerned about her promising son:
"Nian'er, what's with the poetry for good reason. People have strengths and weaknesses, don't pay attention to the windy words of outsiders."
Xu Xinnian was good at strategy, poetry was a weak point.
"Resignation, when will you be able to break through Enlightenment and reach the eighth grade of Body Cultivation realm?" Xu Qi'an suddenly asked.
Xu Xinxin followed the Confucian cultivation path. The Cloud Deer Academy was founded by a great disciple of a Confucian sage, 1,200 years ago.
It was a holy place that the world's readers dreamed of.
The transcendent status of Yunlu Academy was not only that the founding ancestor was a disciple of the sage, but most importantly, it was the only remaining academy where one could practice the Confucian Way.
The ninth grade of Confucianism: Enlightenment.
Enlightenment could only grow memory, a glance, and strengthen learning ability, but it was still a war five dregs.
"There's no clue for now, the master teacher said to self-enlightenment." Xu New Year regretfully shook his head.
"You can refer to the Enlightenment Realm." Xu Qi'an said, "How is the Enlightened Realm cultivated?"
Xu Xinxin recalled, "Reciting the sages' classics backwards and turning them into your own is the Enlightened Realm."
Recite them backwards and forwards .... Turning them into one's own use .... The former required a lot of time to memorize, while the latter relied on a certain level of enlightenment. Xu Qi'an nodded thoughtfully.
This point was the same as the Refining Essence Realm of the Wufu system, both of which involved years and years of beating up the qi and blood and refining the body.
"Then, if you cultivate the body, is it also about hammering the body?" Xu Qi'an asked.
Xu New Year deliberated for a moment and said, "A Confucian scholar in the Body Cultivation realm has a fearless heart, and his words and actions can convince people and inspire fighting spirit. I tried to push back on the cultivation method from the abilities embodied in the Body Cultivation Realm."
"And was there any success?"
Xu Xinxin pretended not to hear and turned his head to his mother; "One of the elders in the academy has left for Qingzhou, it's a long journey, and the academy's students are going to see him off tomorrow, presenting him with a poem."
Speaking here, Xu New Year said bitterly, "I haven't written out a farewell poem yet."
Xu Lingyue said in a thin voice, "Second brother has no poetic talent."
Auntie glared at her and said unhappily, "Your second brother is talented in the way of poetry, but he just didn't put it in his heart before."
Xu Pingzhi scratched his head, "Just write a few lines, I think the poem you blurted out the other day was very bold."
"Ku Ku Ku ...." Xu Qi'an burst out laughing.
The corners of Xu New Year's mouth twitched, and he stiffly changed the subject, "That elder was a great scholar who was famous all over the world, and he was very good at poetry. Those who saw him off were all scholars with considerable poetic talent, and in addition to their admiration for the elder, they also had the idea of making connections."
"If I can get that senior to recognize me, it will be beneficial."
You can do it, finally thinking of making connections.
Xu New Year's heart was high and proud, and he always talked about 'a gentleman's friendship is as light as water' and 'a gentleman's friend but not a party'.
After experiencing this crisis, he finally realized the benefits of PY trading.
Xu Qi'an, as the elder brother, was very pleased.
To be able to make Er Lang, who is not good at poetry, go to great lengths to befriend, it should be a big person .... The aunt was anxious: "How can this be."
Xu New Year said helplessly, "Mother, essays are made in heaven by wonderful hands. Poetry is also the same."
After saying this, he lamented, "If I had been able to make friends with this senior in the literary world, I might have been able to save you guys from the prison, and not have no way to ask for help."
The aunt immediately looked sad, she cared about her son's future more than anyone else.
A truly great scholar has a backbone, sending silver and gifts won't work, you must pitch in and make people feel that you are worth befriending and look up to you.
Xu Pingzhi frowned, "Your maternal grandfather was also like you, only able to write articles, no poetic talent."
The aunt was unconvinced, her pretty willow eyebrows raised, "What do you mean by that. Is it my father's fault?"
"It's all my Li family's fault that New Year was able to get into the Lifted Man exam, because he followed me. Look at Suzaku, it's because he follows you, and he hasn't even been enlightened to this day."
Xu New Year and Xu Lingyue's appearance followed their mother, and their face value was so good that it made people jealous. Xu Lingyin, the little peahen, had features that followed her father, thus, while cute, she appeared naive.
Second Uncle Xu was dumbfounded.
Xu Qi'an was unconvinced, "Auntie, that's not right, according to what you're saying, are you saying that my Xu family's genes are stupid?"
The aunt did not understand what genes were, she laughed coldly, "If you were a good reader, you wouldn't have studied martial arts."
With Erlang Xu's foul temper even thinking of taking the initiative to PY, that academy elder's status should not be low. Erlang's connections are my connections, my connections are still my connections, gotta help him out. Xu Qi'an's thoughts flickered, thinking about the heirloom that could be used as a farewell poem in his previous life.
Although I do not intend to mix with the Confucians, but the matter of reasonably utilizing resources in exchange for benefits, why not.
Soon, he had an idea in mind and locked in a poem.
Xu Qi'an took a hard bite of his meat bun, "Write a poem, right? Today, I'd like to tell Auntie to know that everyone in my Xu family is talented."
What he had to consider now was whether the poem would be too good. You know, the poems that can be written into textbooks are all heirloom works.
PS: This chapter is almost 3,000 words, which means I'm not short.
