Trainer: I Build My Home on the Back of Xuanwu

So Yuzi wanted to invite Suer's family to dinner, which was regarded as a formal thank you.

"It's okay to buy groceries, but I don't know how to cook." Cheng Mao smiled wryly.

Taro's action of putting on his shoes, yes, Cheng Mao's cooking is so unpalatable that it makes people doubt life.

"Then I'll cook when I get back from get off work." She said in a low voice.

"Hey, thank you for your hard work." Cheng Maohan smiled and scratched his head.

Tao gave Cheng Mao a white look, and urged with laughter, "You should call out Xiaoxiao first."

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"As ordered." Cheng Mao smiled and gave a military salute.

"Playing with treasure." Taro couldn't help laughing and laughing, put on his shoes and left the house.

knock knock knock...

Cheng Mao yawned, raised his hand and knocked on his daughter's bedroom door.

He stretched his voice and shouted, "Smile, get up for breakfast, it's time to go to school."

"Got it..." Cheng Xiao's indistinct voice came from the bedroom.

"Come on, I have to go to the big market." Cheng Mao reached out and knocked on the door again.

"Okay..." Cheng Xiao's reply was that he was weak, obviously still in distress.

Cheng Mao turned around and went to the bathroom. After brushing his teeth and washing his face, he also washed his head.

When he packed up and went back to the living room, his daughter's door was still closed.

"Shouldn't he be up yet?" Cheng Mao suddenly felt his head grow big.

dong dong dong

Outside, the melodious bell rang.

Cheng Mao listened attentively, and the bell rang eight times.

"It's eight o'clock, I'm going to be late." His voice raised an octave.

crunch...

The next moment, the door was slammed open from the inside.

"It's too late, it's going to be miserable!" Cheng Xiao ran out of the room with his chicken coop-like hair.

She pulled a pretty face and said in a low voice, "Father, why didn't you wake me up?"

"My voice is almost hoarse, you just won't come out." Cheng Mao said helplessly.

He urged softly, "Go brush your teeth and wash your face."

Before he could finish speaking, Cheng Xiao had already run into the bathroom, and in just one minute, he washed his face and brushed his teeth.

She stroked her hair with her wet hands, letting the strands of hair that were stubborn be submissive.

She came to the table, reached for the wheat pancakes on the plate, and went out while eating.

"Let's go." Cheng Mao pushed his daughter out of the house and hurried downstairs after locking the door.

He took out the bicycle from under the stairs, straddled it and patted the rear seat: "Come on up."

"Mmmmm..."

Cheng Xiao bit the pancake and straddled the back seat of the bicycle skillfully.

Cheng Mao kicked his foot, and the bicycle moved forward. As the movements on his feet quickened, the bicycle got faster and faster.

"Father, hurry up, you will be late." Cheng Xiao urged.

Cheng Mao said with a stern face: "No, this is fast enough, and it will affect the order of the outer city."

He is the sheriff, and he has to abide by the laws and regulations of Xuanwu City.

"Okay." Cheng Xiao lowered his head.

"Sheriff Cheng, it's your turn to send Xiaoxiao to school today." Someone kept greeting him along the way.

"Yeah." Cheng Mao could only respond hastily.

More than ten minutes later, the bicycle stopped at the school gate.

Cheng Xiao hurriedly got off the back seat of the bicycle and shouted as he ran, "Father, go back."

Cheng Mao waved his hand and warned: "At school, remember to listen to the young master's words, don't be naughty, I'll pick you up later."

"Understood." Cheng Xiao replied without replying.

"Oh, I don't know who to follow with this character..." Cheng Mao sighed and muttered.

He watched his daughter run frantically into the teaching building, and then he turned the car around with confidence and headed for the big market.

fifteen minutes later.

Cheng Mao slowly approached the big market on a bicycle.

He parked the bike and walked into the big market.

The big market is very lively, and there are many people around each counter.

"Buy a Chinese cabbage first." Cheng Mao went straight to the counter selling green vegetables.

"Hello, I want a Chinese cabbage."

"I want a pound of sweet potatoes"

"I want three pounds of tomatoes..."

There were a lot of people in front of the counter selling green vegetables, and Cheng Mao couldn't squeeze in.

"Why are there so many people today?" Cheng Mao felt a big head.

"Sheriff Cheng, it's your turn to buy food today." Someone who knew Cheng Mao warmly greeted him.

"Yeah, rest today." Cheng Mao replied casually.

He turned around and asked, "By the way, why are so many people buying green vegetables today?"

Passing acquaintances admiringly said: "The city owner is generous, the price of tomatoes has been reduced from today, and you can buy a pound of tomatoes for five cents."

"Five cents can buy a pound of tomatoes!" Cheng Mao's eyes lit up.

"Yeah, there is no limit to purchase." The passerby laughed 'hehe'.

Cheng Mao's eyes lit up and decided: "Then buy more."

When there were few people, he began to squeeze in.

"I want four pounds of tomatoes." Cheng Mao shouted angrily.

"Okay." The staff glanced at Cheng Mao.

He picked up four bags of tomatoes that he had weighed in advance, adding up to just four pounds.

"Here." Cheng Mao handed out the two yuan Xuanwu coin and reached out to take the four paper bags in the staff's hands.

"It's all fresh, and the taro must be very happy to be back." He was in a happy mood.

670 He bought another five catties of sweet potatoes and three catties of cabbage before leaving the counter satisfied.

Cheng Mao walked around the big market and bought two catties of fluffy rabbit meat with folded ears before leaving the big market and riding a bicycle back home.

Time passed and it was getting dark.

Taro went home after work.

"Brother Cheng, I'm back." Taro put down the bag in his hand and called to the room.

Quiet, no one answered her.

"Did you go to pick up Xiaoxiao?" Yu Zi muttered and pushed open the door of the room. Cheng Mao and Cheng Xiao were not at home.

She didn't think much, went to the kitchen, saw four bags of tomatoes piled on the countertop, and frowned suddenly.

"Why did Brother Cheng buy so many tomatoes?" Taro froze.

crunch...

The door was pushed open.

"I'm back." The voices of Cheng Mao and Cheng Xiao sounded.

Taro walked out of the kitchen and asked with a serious face, "Brother Cheng, why did you buy so many tomatoes?"

"Uh, the tomatoes are half price, so I bought two more kilograms." Cheng Mao replied with a smirk.

"Hey, tomatoes are half price?" Taro's beautiful eyes widened.

"Yeah, like sweet potatoes, it's half price." Cheng Mao breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that his wife was no longer angry.

"Half price, then you should buy more." Taro said regretfully.

"..." Cheng Mao twitched the corners of his mouth.

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Chapter 588

rustling...  

In the study, Mu Liang was writing the Newspeak script.

There is plenty of time for people to rehearse new plays before arriving in the next big city.

"Mu Liang." The study door was pushed open, and Li Yue walked into the study.

Mu Liang paused, and the charcoal pen accidentally snapped a section, leaving a three-centimeter-long scratch on the paper.

He dropped the charcoal, raised his eyes and asked in a gentle voice, "Isn't it a day off today, don't you go out for a walk?"

Liyue's silvery white eyes flashed, her eyes dodged and she said softly, "I don't know where to go, I can only come to you."

"Then sit down and work with me." Mu Liang said with a gentle smile.

"Um."

Li Yue sat beside Mu Liang, her eyes fell on the table, and then she reached out and picked up the broken charcoal pen.

"I'll help you sharpen the pen." She picked up the knife in the pen holder and gently sharpened the tip of the charcoal pen.

"Charcoal pen is really difficult to use." Mu Liang sighed.

He misses the ballpoint pens and fountain pens of the earth in his previous life, and how easy it is to throw charcoal a hundred streets away.

"Tsk!"

Mu Liang wondered if it was possible to make ballpoint pens and fountain pens.

After thinking about it, he secretly dismissed the idea, making a ballpoint pen is too difficult and impractical.

On Earth, the tips of ballpoint pens are all high-tech things, and there are no machine tools in other worlds, so it is too difficult to make a tip.

Even if it can be produced, the cost will not be cheap, and it will not have liquidity.

As for the pen, it also requires certain skills, and it also needs to overcome the production problem of the pen head.

In addition, it is also necessary to study the corresponding ink, as well as the problem of the pen sealing ink.

"Ballpoint pens and fountain pens are not good, but pencils should be able to be made..." Mu Liang's black eyes lit up.

He reached out and pulled a piece of paper, picked up the charcoal pencil sharpened by the silver-haired girl, and scribbled on the paper.

Li Yue watched quietly, her silver-white eyes filled with tenderness.

At this time, she was different from usual, she was less cold and more tender to her admirers.

"This should work ¨々." Mu Liang put down the charcoal pen in his hand and flicked the charcoal dust off the paper lightly.

"Did you think of something good again?" Li Yue asked softly.

Mu Liang nodded and said softly, "Well, go and dig some clay for me by the lake."