MTL - Farming in the Mountains: Max Level Jiaojiao Is Three Years Old-Chapter 17 It's so calm

   Chapter 17 This is too calm

  Jiang Yue clapped her hands, it was done.

   As soon as he turned around, he saw Xue Yan standing at the bottom of the corridor at the door of his room, looking at her with an unpredictable expression.

   I don't know how much she saw her actions just now.

   Jiang Yue froze for a moment, but regained her composure in the next moment, "Peeping?"

Xue Yan was also very calm, shaking his head slightly, "No, I saw you walking out quickly, thinking you were going out, so I wanted to ask where you were going, only when I came out did I see that you entered the shed on my side. ."

   "Have you seen it all?"

"almost."

"and then?"

   "If you go out, tell me." After he finished speaking, he went back to his room, sat at the desk, picked up a writing brush, dipped in ink, and didn't know what to write.

   This is too calm.

   Jiang Yueyi raised her eyebrows.

Even if she knew that something was wrong with her, but her behavior just now, the beans that Yu Hongyan had picked were lost, and the beans appeared out of thin air. Even a daring person could be frightened, thinking she was some kind of monster. , but he was like nothing.

   Then how bold is he?

However, she knew what he meant by what he said. His parents asked him to take her with him, saying that she was still young and needed to be taken and watched by someone, and he knew that something was wrong with her, so naturally he would not really restrain her, but if she Where to go, it's best to tell him.

   "Okay." Jiang Yue happily agreed and walked to the door of his room. "what are you writing?"

   "Copy the book." Xue Yan didn't lift his head, and there was still writing on his hand. "You can get the bookstore in the town to sell it for money."

  Jiang Yue knew it, Xue Yan also had plans for the workshop before it was successful. She could copy books to supplement her family and make life at home easier as soon as possible.

   This person is quite thoughtful.

   Jiang Yue nodded, walked over, and stood on the small bench next to the desk where she stood before, and then she could see the handwriting he copied on the paper.

   Vigorous and powerful, handsome and calm, like mountains and rivers in it.

   also seems to have experienced the vicissitudes of life, the changes in the world, not in a hurry or impatient.

   So profound.

   Just like him.

   No matter how much you cover it up, you can’t cover up what you have in your bones.

   A seven-year-old child, no matter how prodigy, would not have such a profound heritage.

   Sure enough, it is also the core of an adult.

   "Then you can write." Jiang Yue stopped asking or reading, got off the small bench, wiped the small bench, and then went out again.

  She wants to hunt, so naturally she has to prepare something for hunting.

  The bow and arrow are now made of no materials, so let's make a wooden stick with a sharpened end. After the end of the stick is sharpened, as long as enough force is applied to it, the stick can pierce through many things in an instant.

  Jiang Yue walked to the shed where the firewood was kept, and from the full pile of firewood, found a firewood that was suitable for her to hold in one hand and a little taller than her height.

   From under the shed, he found a high-hanging hatchet.

   She couldn't reach her height now, so she found a high stool and came over, first got on the high stool neatly, and then stood on the high stool, and took off the high-hanging hatchet.

   Then, she cut the skin of the firewood with a hatchet, and cut the firewood into a stick.

   Then she sharpened one end of the stick.

   Xue Yan heard noises in the yard and knew that Jiang Yue was in the yard, so he didn't go out and continued to copy his book.

Jiang Yue didn't care whether Xue Yan heard it or not. After sharpening the stick neatly, she held the stick and made a few movements to stab the prey. She felt that the stick was very easy to use, so she stopped processing it. The sticks were brought into her room to be placed.

   (end of this chapter)