The Life Through Books of the Salted Fish Family

"Father, what's wrong with your face?"

"It's windy, it's dry." Yan Laoer touched his face.

"Then I'll bring you something to wipe your face when I come back." Yan Yu sniffled and said.

The weather has been getting colder recently, so she wrapped herself up quite tightly, and took off her mask only after entering the city. After walking to the government office for a short while, she felt a little bit blown, and the water in her nose was a little unconvincing.

"No, I'll go home in two days. It's too early to be cold." Yan Lao Er put his hands in his sleeves and walked back with his daughter.

Yan Yu looked at the chimneys protruding from the windows everywhere in the government office, and asked, "Father, is your stove equipped with iron sheets?"

"It goes with it."

"Shall we go to see Master first?"

"Hey, you'll know when you get there."

When Yan Yu followed Yan Laoer into the backyard of the government office, she suddenly discovered that her father had a room in this courtyard!

Breathe in!

"Father, do you live here? You live with the old man?" Yan Yu asked in disbelief.

Yan Laoer said modestly: "It's convenient to take care of your teacher nearby. You don't know that your teacher is too good at taking care of himself. Since your father is studying in front of you, how can you look at it?"

"This is not a normal treatment for you. There is a private room next to the leader. This must be the standard of a senior secretary." Yan Yu teased with a smile.

"I can't say it." Yan Laoer pretended to be casual: "It's just running errands, passing a message, taking care of food and daily life, and occasionally helping to settle accounts."

Yan Yu asked curiously: "Then what about your schoolwork? How are you doing? Did your master give you some advice?"

Yan Laoer's expression immediately became strange: "Girl, father, to be honest with you, everything is fine when you are with your master. You arrange him to eat and drink, he is not picky, he eats whatever he does, and the food is delicious. Let him eat and drink. Go to bed earlier, he is also obedient, and when he gets up early, he will run around with me twice to exercise.

Do you know what people in this government office call me now? Second Master Yan! Those who shout are called a kiss, and the words of flattery are all the same, just say that the iron sheet, I don’t need to make a fuss, the one who has a wink has already matched it, not to mention the face inside and out, your master treats me the same That's great, you taught me a lot of things, dare you believe that the announcements posted by the government are all written by my father..."

"That's right..." Yan Laoer said with a bitter face: "Your master helped me cover up the real level, but in private, you can't wait for me to write to death!

Look at my hand, are these fingers dented? "Yan Lao Er said sadly and indignantly: "This is all done by holding a pen!" "

Yan Yu's heart was filled with joy!

Master is reliable!

"Let me take a look." Yan Yu turned her father's hand back and forth very seriously, and asked in doubt: "Father, why are there so many nests?"

"Copying books with charcoal pen! Practicing calligraphy with a brush!" Yan's second child burst into tears when he mentioned it.

"A few days ago, I went to inspect the villages and towns below. I didn't stop my homework with my private tutor. Writing with charcoal pencil is so convenient. You can write anytime and anywhere with a thick book. Your master never let me idle at all. He... ...He will sew a book for me when he is free now!" Yan's second son can be considered to have found someone who can speak his mind.

Yan Yu immediately made a distressed expression, aggrieved for him: "Father, you have worked so hard, my daughter can't wait to replace it with her own body!"

Yan Laoer could see her hypocrisy at a glance.

"Don't just talk and don't practice. I still haven't finished my copying homework today. Please help me write some."

"Hahaha!" Yan Yu finally couldn't hold back after holding back for a long time.

"Master is mighty, dad, quickly find out the notebook I wrote for you, and let me have a look, so that your daughter can be happy!"

Although Yan Laoer was very angry that his daughter didn't love him, but he wanted to show off.

With a straight face, he took out several finished notebooks and showed them to her.

He also pretended not to care, and spit out a few words to explain the contents inside.

Yan Yu took a look, what a guy, he is really old and young.

No wonder her father complained.

It takes a lot of effort to copy these thick books with charcoal pencils and fill them densely.

What's even more rare is that her father persisted.

Yan Yu stopped laughing, and said to her father sincerely: "Dad! You are really amazing. Look at the writing on it, it is much more beautiful than your previous writing, and every page is well-crafted. Neatly."

She carefully looked through and picked out a few books, "These are written earlier, and you can still see the wrong words. These two books should be the most recent ones, and they are almost invisible."

Yan Yu's admiring little eyes benefited Yan Lao Er very much, and his soul was greatly healed.

"Father, you have copied so much, can you also memorize it?" Yan Yu asked.

Second Yan was startled.

"...I haven't noticed it yet. When you mentioned it, I felt, yes, like these few articles, I was going to throw up. When copying, some passages can be followed without much thought."

"That means being able to be silent." Yan Yu said firmly: "Memorizing and being silent are the same principle. If you keep copying, Dad, you may be able to write backwards in the future."

She put these books together.

"Only those who are seriously ill write backwards!" Yan Laoer put these notebooks back in their original places and arranged them one by one.

"When I go out of the city, I have to read the announcement at the gate of the city. By the way, father, bring the book when you go home. Let mother read it too. She must be happy." Yan Yu said with a smile.

Yan Laoer nodded reservedly: "Okay, then take back two books, and let your mother show the teacher's book binding skills. If possible, let's do some by ourselves. Your master likes to do it at night. The older you are, the more you don’t cherish your eyes, how will your presbyopia be rectified after two years.”

"Also, what are you carrying here? It doesn't look like a pig's leg, a donkey's?" Yan Lao Er wanted to ask a long time ago.

"It's a deer!" Yan Yu raised his head a bit to let him see clearly, "I heard that people in our village are scrambling for this big tonic, and every family wants it. When I heard the news, I was afraid it would be too late, so I rode a donkey to get there. It was hard work. She snatched a leg, but Mother Rong said that my mother can't eat it, she didn't come to see you, she wanted to see Shigong for the first time, so she brought it for Shigong to eat."

"Hiss! This meat! Your master...may not be able to eat it." Yan Er Er hesitated.

"Ah?" Yan Yu looked at the leg in his hand.

Yan Laoer explained: "I seem to remember that I can't eat venison due to trauma. Your master has a mouth sore recently. You can eat it when he recovers."

"Then let it go, anyway, I can let it go now." Yan Yu said.

"It's a bit of a waste. It's best eaten fresh." Yan Lao Er said regretfully, "This is red meat. It's quite tender at first glance. Why don't you grab an extra piece? Dad roasted it for you and it tastes so delicious."

"Too few, just one. Although I went early, it's a shame, but there is a lot of wolf meat, and no one wants to eat it." Yan Yu told her father about the wounded soldiers who brought the villagers into the mountain. . "...It's not ordinary. A few people were wounded and killed the wolves. They said they would go to the mountains to look for the wolves in a few days. Father, I also want to join in the fun."

Yan Yu: My dad has improved in his studies!

Second Yan: I’m about to vomit~

Teacher Tian: copy copy copy copy copy copy copy copy copy copy copy copy copy~

Old Yan: Fame is expected~