Chapter 17: Everyday Auntie

　　 "Duh!"
　　 In the small courtyard, Xu Qi'an stood on the eaves, throwing a prismatic hidden weapon casually, but he didn't take aim seriously.
　　 accurately hit the stake of the red heart twenty steps away.
　　 This is not how clever Xu Qi'an throws hidden weapons, but... he is lucky.
　　 "I definitely have a problem with my body..." Xu Qi'an whispered to herself.
　　 He was lucky. For one month in a row, he picked up a total of one or two silver coins, which is equivalent to half a month's salary.
　　 This amount of money is enough for an ordinary family of three, saving money for three months.
　　 The weirdest thing is that every time I pick up a penny, this is not luck.
　　 You don't need to ask Yuanfang, you know it's weird.
　　 "System Dad? Come out, don't hide and seek with me." Xu Qi'an tentatively asked.
　　 The system ignored him.
　　 In the past month, he has made countless attempts to wake up the system.
　　 The facts tell him that there is no system at all.
　　 How do you explain that weird luck?
　　 I can’t think that a non-chief like me, who has never won a lottery ticket for five dollars since I was young, will one day evolve into the European Emperor. But the emperor's life is extremely short... Xu Qi'an laughed bitterly at himself.
　　 One thing is certain, the original owner has no amazing luck at all. If he wants to have it, the aunt will not dislike him, and will treat him as an ancestor.
　　 The whole family stopped struggling, relying on him to pick up money to live.
　　 "This kind of gift of unknown origin is inexplicably flustered and unreliable..." Xu Qi'an sighed and said, "You can only take one step and see one step."
　　 Today, I took a break, Xu Qi'an jumped over the one-foot-high wall, and went to the second uncle’s house for breakfast.
　　 The small courtyard where he lives was actually originally lived by an old housekeeper of the Xu family, separated from the mansion by a wall.
　　 Later the old housekeeper died, and the small courtyard was left unused until Xu Qi'an and aunt fell out and moved here angrily.
　　 The original owner is a bull-tempered. He cooks three meals by himself on weekdays. The second uncle occasionally brings wine and vegetables over the wall to find his nephew for a drink.
　　 Now Xu Qi'an doesn't have to pay for the obsession of the original owner. If he makes breakfast by himself, he can't get up. What a waste of money if you go out to eat.
　　 Isn't it good to listen to the song in Goulan? The main reason is that you can see the young ladies in tulle skirts shaking their ass.
　　...
　　Inner Hall.
　　 The aunt, wearing a dark red dress with wide sleeves, saw Xu Qi'an come in, curled her lips, and drank the porridge.
My aunt is not the daughter of a big family. My father is a talented scholar. She barely counts as a scholar, but her aunt is very sensible and reasonable. She has just accepted the kindness of her unlucky nephew and can’t open her face to drive others. It’s really fragrant for this'Don’t bully the young man’. 'S nephew, she also opened her eyes and closed her eyes.
　　 Xiaodouding stood in front of the round stool. On the round stool was her breakfast, three meat buns, two fried dough sticks, a stack of side dishes, and a large plate of porridge.
　　 "Big Brother..." She yelled vaguely.
　　 "Why didn't I see a farewell." Xu Qian asked.
"Farewell to the old" is Xu Xinnian's word, and the word is a supplement to the name.
　　 "Closed in the room to write poetry." Xu Pingzhi said.
　　 Xu Qi'an sat down, Lu'e brought a bowl of porridge, six meat buns, a stack of acetic radish, and a bowl of tofu.
　　 Takeo in the refined realm has a much bigger appetite than ordinary people.
　　 When I reach a state of Qi training like my uncle, the appetite is not much different from ordinary people.
　　 can only be half full...Xu Qi'an glanced at Xiaodou Ding, with a gentle look: "Lingyin, is it okay to divide the big brother into a meat bun."
　　 Everyone glanced at him, the young girl in the family didn't care about anything, she just cared about what she ate, and whoever grabbed food from her bowl, she would fight hard.
　　 "No!" Xiaodouding opened her arms as expected, as the little hen guarded her cubs, protecting the food.
　　 "Don't worry, brother won't let you suffer." Xu Qi'an picked up a meat bun, put it on her plate, pointed to the four meat buns and said:
　　 "These four meat buns, do we all have a share?"
　　 Xu Lingyin pecked his head.
　　 "Should we split evenly?"
　　 Xu Lingyin tilted his head, thought about it, and then nodded.
　　 "You have two steamed buns, and your elder brother has two steamed buns. Then, your eldest brother will give you half a fritter. Did you make a profit?"
　　 "Yeah." Xu Lingyin was brought to the rhythm, feeling that he was making a lot of money, and smiled openly.
　　 Xu Lingyue: "..."
　　 Xu Pingzhi glanced at his nephew: (?_?)
　　 Auntie said in anger: "How could I give birth to such a stupid girl as you, I am so angry with my old lady!"
　　 Xiaodouding felt very aggrieved. He obviously earned half a fritters, why did my mother scold her.
　　 At this time, Xu Xinnian came in, muttering words in his mouth, his eyes were out of focus, and he sat down while eating and thinking.
Aunt 　　 exhaled, ignoring the stupid young girl, and caring about the promising son:
　　 "Nian, what poems are good. People have strengths and inches are short. I don't care about the rumors of outsiders."
　　 Xu Xinnian is good at policy theory, but poetry is a weakness.
　　"Farewell, when can you break through and reach the eighth stage of self-cultivation?" Xu Qi'an asked suddenly.
　　 Xu New Year's path is Confucian practice. Yunlu Academy was founded by a major disciple of the Confucian sage, with a history of 1,200 years ago.
　　 is the holy place that scholars all over the world dream of.
　　The transcendent status of Yunlu Academy is not only that the founder of the school was a disciple of a saint, but the most important point is that it is the only academy that can practice Confucianism.
　　 The ninth product of Confucianism: Enlightenment.
　　 Resuscitation can only increase memory, ten lines at a glance, and enhanced learning ability, but it is still the five scum of fighting.
　　 "I don't have a clue for the time being, the teacher said he wants to realize himself." Xu Xinnian shook his head regretfully.
　　 "You can refer to the Aperture Enlightenment State." Xu Qi'an said: "How is the Aperture Enlightenment State cultivated?"
　　 Xu New Year’s recollection:
To memorize the saint’s classics upside down and turn them into one's own use is the enlightenment state.

　　 Backward and backward...turning into your own use...The former requires a lot of time to remember, the latter depends on a certain degree of understanding. Xu Qi'an nodded thoughtfully.
　　 This is the same as the refining realm of the Wufu system, which is all years of fighting qi and blood and tempering the body.
　　 "If you want to cultivate one's body, do you have to train your body?" Xu Qi'an asked.
　　Xu New Year considered it, and said: "A Confucian in the state of self-cultivation, without fear, can convince people in every word and deed, and inspire fighting spirit. I try to reverse the method of practice based on the ability reflected in the state of self-cultivation."
　　 "Is that successful?"
　　 Xu New Year pretended not to hear him, and turned to his mother and said, "An elder in the academy has gone to Qingzhou. The journey is far away. The students of the academy will see him off tomorrow and give him poems."
　　Speaking of this, Xu Xinnian said in distress: "I haven't written a farewell poem yet."
　　 Xu Lingyue said in a low voice, "Second brother has no poetry talent."
Aunt 　　 glared at her, and said displeased: "Your second brother is so talented and poetic, I just didn't take it to heart before."
　　 Xu Pingzhi scratched his head: "Just write a few sentences, I think the poem you blurted out that day is very bold."
　　 "Kuku Kuku..." Xu Qi'an laughed out loud.
The corner of Xu Xinnian's mouth twitched, and the subject changed stiffly: "The elder is a famous scholar who is very good at poetry. Those who saw him off were all talented poets. In addition to admiring the elders, he also made friends. The idea of ​​networking."
　　 "If it can be appreciated by the senior, it will be of great benefit."
　　 Yes, I finally want to make contacts.
　　Xu New Year's heart is arrogant, and he always talks about ‘gentlemen’s friendship as light as water’ and ‘gentlemen’s friend but not party’.
　　 After experiencing this crisis, he finally realized the benefits of PY trading.
　　 Xu Qi'an is very pleased as the elder brother.
　　 Let Jiro who is not good at poetry work hard to make friends, he should be a big man... Aunty anxiously: "How can this be good."
　　Xu New Year said helplessly: "Mother, the article is a wonderful hand in this day. The same is true of poems."
　　 After finishing speaking, he said with emotion: "If I had been able to make friends with this senior in the literary world, I might be able to save you from the prison, and there would be no way to ask for help."
Aunt 　　 suddenly frowned, she cared more about her son's future than anyone else.
　　 The real great scholars have a strong personality, and giving gifts of silver is not feasible. You must do what you like, and make people feel that you are worthy of friendship. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com will like you.
　　 Xu Pingzhi frowned, "Your grandfather is just like you, only writing articles, no poetry talent."
Aunt 　　 was not convinced, and the pretty willow eyebrows raised: "What do you mean. It's my father's fault?"
　　 "It is all the credit of my Li family that I can be admitted to Juren in the New Year, because he followed me. Look at the ring tone, it just followed you, and I haven't been enlightened yet."
　　Xu Xinnian and Xu Lingyue look like their mothers, their good looks make people jealous. Xu Lingyin's little beanie has five senses that follow his father. Therefore, it is cute and simple.
　　 Xu Ershu was speechless.
　　 Xu Qi'an is not convinced: "Auntie, what you said is wrong, according to what you mean, I mean my Xu family is stupid?"
　　 Aunt doesn’t understand what the gene is, she sneered:
If you used to study materials, you wouldn’t learn martial arts.

　　 With Xu Erlang's stinky temper, he wanted to take the initiative to py, the status of the senior of the college should not be low. Erlang's contacts are my contacts, and my contacts are still mine, so I have to help him. Xu Qi'an's thoughts flickered, thinking about the masterpieces that could be used as farewell poems in previous lives.
　　Although I don’t plan to mix with the scholars, why not use resources in exchange for benefits.
　　 Soon, he had an idea in his heart and locked a poem.
　　 Xu Qi'an took a bite of the meat bun hardly: "Writing a poem, right? Today, my aunt knows that everyone in my Xu family is talented."
　　 What he has to consider now is whether this poem is too good. You know, the poems that can be written in textbooks are all handed down works.
　　PS: This chapter is almost three thousand words, which shows that I am not short.