After dinner, Dingxiang specially called the little Jinchan to his room and told her not to miss her son.

Little Jinchan didn't understand at first, when did she miss her son? The expression on her face was so confused.

Later, Dingxiang was finally able to confirm one thing, that is, Xiao Jinchan really didn't know the meaning of the word "官网".

There was no way, Dingxiang could only explain to her.

After the little Jinchan understood, he knew that he had made a big mistake. Even if he was thick-skinned, he turned red with embarrassment.

"Elderly Mother, if you worry too much, we immortals cannot fall in love and get married, which will violate the laws of heaven." The little golden toad said seriously.

"It seems that you haven't become an immortal yet." Dingxiang's implication is that it's still quite dangerous not to become an immortal.

Have you never heard of a word? I only envy the mandarin ducks but not the immortals.

Otherwise, why are there so many stories about the love between immortals and demons among the people?

"Elderly Mother, what you said is a bit of a blow to people, but soon, I have already touched the threshold for ascension." The thunder tribulation I experienced this time is the nine-level thunder tribulation, and the distance from ascension is actually a one-step process.

When she takes care of herself, she will experience another nine-level thunder tribulation and survive it and will be able to successfully ascend.

"Okay, it's still early, you go back and rest." Dingxiang felt relieved after confirming that Xiao Jinchan had no intention of her son.

But she forgot to ask her son, she probably thought that as long as she got the little golden toad, there would be nothing wrong.

As a result, after Lin Sangua heard about this, she actually took it to her heart.

Since it was the child bride that his mother found for him, he naturally had to treat others well.

At a young age, she had already made up her mind to give her all the best things in the world.

After everyone was done, it was the nightly practice. Now it was dark outside, and rows of candles were lit up in lilacs, making the room light brightly.

In fact, Lilac does not advocate lighting candles at night to study, because this hurts the eyes.

However, now, there is no other time except at night.

Moreover, in ancient times, there were mostly literati who lighted candles at midnight to read.

Just click a few more candles to fill the room with the light, and there is no big problem.

However, her children felt that lighting candles like this was a waste.

If they hadn't been able to resist the lilac, they would never have been wasting candles like this.

So when Dagua and the others were studying, they felt distressed while writing.

It is precisely because of this feeling of distress that they study harder.

All the money has been spent, it doesn’t make sense that you can’t study hard, right?

Otherwise, they all felt sorry for the money they spent.

Among them, there was only one person who was unwilling to learn to write.

This person is nothing else, but Lin Ergua, who looks at the word "六" at this moment.

Although the daily tasks are much easier than others, you only need to remember two or three, or three or four words.

But for him, this level of task was also very difficult.

Especially tonight, one of them had a little more gestures. He had written them more than ten times, but he still didn't learn them.

"I won't learn anymore." Lin Ergua started to cheat again and threw her brush, "Sometimes I really can't figure it out. I am a farmer, why should I recognize words?!"

"Mom, there are not many villagers in our village who recognize words. I am not going to take the top scorer in the future, so why do I recognize words!"

Dingxiang glanced at Ergua with a headache. This child is hardworking and capable, and is a good player at home and abroad.

But when I encounter writing, it is like killing him every day.

He rubbed his forehead and said to his second son: "Ergua, I don't know how many times I have told you about this reason. Why can't you just calm down?"

"Mom, I have this personality. Although you should spare me." Lin Ergua's expression on her face was so bitter.

Seeing that he really didn't like it, Dingxiang felt that this guy had endured it to the limit.

If she couldn't find a reason to convince him now, the child would probably not be able to learn calligraphy anymore.

Dingxiang frowned and fell into deep thought. Ergua had no other hobbies, she just liked farming.

Well, start with farming and don’t be afraid that he will not take the bait.

After thinking about this clearly, Dingxiang pretended to be deep and said: "You said you like farming, but do you know that farming also requires learning and knowledge of words?"

Lin Ergua looked disbelief and shook her head: "This is the first time I have heard this. Look at the uncles and uncles in our village, who have planted fields for so many years, but they have never seen each other and can write."

"There are also good farming, but bad farming. If you want to plant well, you must master certain knowledge. However, where the knowledge comes from, besides the word-of-mouth method, the best way is to come from books."

"Second brother, I agree with my mother's words." Lin Sangua's eyes lit up when she heard what Dingxiang said, and she quickly agreed.

Then, he began to shaking his head and shaking his head again: "There is a saying that goes, there is a golden house in the book, and there is a thousand bells of millet in the book."
Chapter completed!