When Li Xiucai got the information, he was as if he had obtained a treasure. He summarized the scope of the exam overnight and found that most of it came from the Four Books and Five Classics, and a small number came from it. After the book list was drafted, it only needed to specialize in twelve books, which was much simpler than what he had learned since childhood. He was both sighing and regretful. If he met Mr. Jia earlier, he might have been in high school, but he still had time now.

Because he was in the mood that he would have my teacher when he walked together, Li Xiucai taught Jia Huan very seriously, which could be said to have all his strengths. The two of them were both teachers and friends, and they discussed each other with difficult problems, and got along very well.

In this way, half a month passed in a blink of an eye.

Jia Huan was practicing calligraphy, with each stroke and a vigorous and powerful stroke, which was quite majestic. When he felt the manic in his heart, he stopped. He walked out of the study to look at the flowers and plants, looked at the blue sky, and told himself that this was not a crisis-ridden end. Staying in a place quietly would not take his own life, and then he ate a few sweet pastries and turned back to continue.

Li Xiucai knew that he seemed to be impatient and would have to go out for a walk every half hour, otherwise he would be irritable and uneasy, and would not stop him at all, and sometimes he would even take the initiative to remind him.

After school this day, Li Xiucai passed away from Master Huan San, walked along the path towards the corner gate, and was stopped by Old Li in front of a rockery, "Li Xiucai, teach Master San for a few days, how do you feel about his talent?"

Li Xiucai smiled and exclaimed, "Young Master Jia has a talented and has a superb memory. Although his thinking methods are very unusual, people often hit the nail on the head, which often makes them feel refreshed. What's even better is that he is very good at expounding his own views and persuading others. He has unique talents in strategy and theory, and will surely have a bright future!"

"Take it seriously?" Old Li finally managed to hold up the fake smile on his face.

"Of course, take it seriously." Li Xiucai said confidently.

"Then I'll ask you to teach more. The third master will be your glory if he is successful in the future." Old Li bowed.

"That's it, that's it." Li Xiucai left with a smile.

Old Li stared at his back for a long time, and the smirk on his face when he turned around had been replaced by viciousness. To be honest, he felt a little worried about Jia Huan, so he thought about asking Li Xiucai. If he was an incompetent person, he would leave it alone. If he was a big prospect, he would consider his family's life and would not be able to use some means.

After leaving the study, Jia Huan changed his Confucian shirt and put it on short-term beating. He went straight to the martial arts training ground. After playing sticks, swords and guns, he tied sandbags on his limbs and went out for a run. He came back until dinner time and was carrying a hare with a brain-breaking rabbit in his hand.

In his previous life, when his ability was still very weak, he had mastered a good marksmanship with all kinds of shots. He had no guns in this life, and he picked up a stone and was not bad at all. Therefore, when he ran to the back mountain, he took some wild game and came back to worship the Five Insect Temple.

He handed the hare to the chef and went back to the room to wash up. He slowly waved towards Aunt Zhao's room.

"My son is home. The tailor just sent his winter clothes, try it!" Aunt Zhao sat on the kang, waving with her hands, and was filled with various winter clothes and many exquisite pendants. If she was still in the Jia family, these things were only available to see, and it would be considered as a big deal to make a small jacket with half a foot of good material. But here, if she didn't have to speak, the old Li, who was caught, would naturally buy it in order. Life would be like a god.

Jia Huan rolled his eyes helplessly, walked over and spread his arms, allowing Aunt Zhao to trick her.

"Look at the forehead of the dragon snatching beads, how beautiful is my son wearing it? I only hear people say that Baoyu is good-looking, but I'm really ignorant! My son's shimmering peach blossom eyes can attract souls, not to mention the sword eyebrows, the raised nose, and the red diamond mouth will definitely be peerless when they grow up!" Aunt Zhao used her fingertips to describe her son's facial features, and her expression was very proud.

"That's not it! The third master looks like you, so he is naturally very good!" Xiao Jixiang hurriedly made up the fun.

Jia Huan pulled off his forehead, sat cross-legged on the kang, pointed a little Jixiang at his fingertips, and joked, "You girl can talk! What's even more rare is that you tell the truth."

Aunt Zhao laughed so hard that she leaned back and forth.

At this stall, Madam Song shouted outside, "Xiao Jixiang, collect the things on the kang table and you can have a meal."

"Okay." Xiao Jixiang held back his laughter and put the clothes, hats, pendants and other items on the kang table into the box.

Madam Song lifted the curtain and asked several mothers to arrange the food one by one.

"Oh, there is braised rabbit meat today. What did you bring back? The pheasant meat I ate the day before yesterday is good. I will beat one next time I meet it." After Aunt Zhao said, she showed a reminiscent expression.

Jia Huan nodded and slowly chewed the soft and sweet rice grains in his mouth. After nearly three months, his desire for food was no longer as crazy as it was at the beginning, but the obsession with food, which was rooted in his soul, could not be erased. He cherished every grain of food, and every meal was like a pilgrimage. Because he knew that in the original world, I wonder how many people were willing to pay the price of their lives to have enough food.

Upgrading his superpower requires a lot of essence and blood. He ate five bowls of rice before he could barely stop. He also asked Xiao Jixiang to bring a plate of pastry and sweet mouth.

"I heard from the chef that this walnut crisp is made of his ancestral secret technique. The taste is different from the one sold in the snack shop. Because the process is very complicated, it is not much made. It costs ten yuan in total, and it is brought to you by the third master." After saying that, Xiao Jixiang couldn't help but suck. There was no way, it smelled so fragrant!

Jia Huan leaned on the kang, twisted up a piece and sniffed it carefully, and his smile was a bit fun.

Aunt Zhao was also attracted by the strong fragrance and moved to get it. She could not help but be slapped away by her son, and the back of her hand was immediately red.

"Okay, I'm protecting myself! A piece of walnut crisp can see through you, a white-eyed wolf!" Aunt Zhao pinched her son's arm hard.

"Stop making trouble, you can't eat this walnut crisp." Jia Huan spread her fingers and looked at Xiao Jixiang, "Call Lao Li in."

Seeing that the master's eyes were originally dark and bloodshot, and the smile at the corner of his mouth was cold and fierce, Xiao Jixiang didn't dare to ask too much, so he continued to busy himself. Aunt Zhao also noticed something strange, sat down slightly, and waited with a stern face.

Lao Li bowed and bowed after entering the door, lowered his head hard to hide his anxiety expression.

"Come here." Jia Huan hooked his fingers.

Old Li glanced at him quickly, and saw that his eyes were faintly bloody, his heart trembled, but he didn't dare to disobey. He moved forward step by step and said with a forced smile, "What are the instructions of the Third Master?"

Jia Huan said nothing, and the smile on the corner of his mouth suddenly became bigger. He grabbed Lao Li's hair bun and hit the edge of the kang. The sound of the bang was endless, and he rang ten or twenty times before he stopped. He muttered in his heart: It is not the end of the world, so you can't be too irritable, be gentler! Be gentler!

Old Li, who was lying on the ground, didn't know that Master Huan San showed mercy to his men. A deep bone-sighted wound appeared on his forehead, and blood flowed down. He really couldn't see the human appearance. His brain seemed to be crushed and smashed into a ball of paste. The severe pain made him wish he could die immediately, but because it was too painful, he couldn't do it as he wished.

There was a disgusting smell in the air.

Aunt Zhao and Xiao Jixiang had pale faces and their expressions were horrified.

Jia Huan closed his eyes and sniffed the sweet blood. Gradually, the bloodshot that had been crawling all over his eyes faded away, and the gloomy smile at the corner of his mouth was replaced by tranquility and peace.

The room was surprisingly quiet, with only the sound of Hum from Lao Li's throat.

Aunt Zhao swallowed and was about to ask why, Li Dafu rushed in after hearing the movement, hugged his father and scolded him angrily, "Dare you ask the third master what is wrong with my father? I will kill you as soon as you come? If you don't give me an explanation, you will definitely return this matter to your wife and ask her to give us justice!"

Jia Huan opened his eyes and hooked his finger, "Come here."

Old Li shouted in his heart that he would not go over, but he was so painful that he couldn't say a word.

Li Dafu felt a little nervous. He hesitated for a while and did not dare to move around. In his eyes, Master Huan San is undoubtedly an evil ghost. He may be eaten alive when he gets closer. Isn’t his father a good example?

"If you don't come, how can I explain to you?" Jia Huan took a sip of tea slowly and continued, "Don't worry, I won't do anything to you. Let's sit down and talk to you well."

Li Dafu did not step forward, but took two steps back.

"Come here." Jia Huan sat upright, and bloody eyes rose again.

Li Dafu almost threw away his father and ran away with the door.

Jia Huan took a deep breath and warned himself not to be manic. Then he picked up a piece of walnut crisp and handed it over, and spoke in a warm voice, "Eat it and you can leave."

Did he know?! Old Li was shocked and suspicious. He arranged several servants to take the blame for the matter to prevent it from being exposed, but now none of them are useful. After living for more than 50 years, he has never met such a fool. He didn't ask questions when encountering things, and did not check them. He decided who came up and took the blame. This method of doing things is too simple and rough!

He had already fallen and must not pay his son. Old Li tried his best to shout, "No!"

"I can't eat it, your son can't eat it?" Jia Huan used up his accumulated patience again, jumped off the kang, grabbed Li Dafu's jaw, forced him to open his mouth, and stuffed the walnut crisps into pieces.

Li Dafu rolled his eyes when he was choked.

The head of the old Li was so angry that his throat was squeezed out of his broken air sound, as if he was begging for mercy.

Half of the ten walnut crisps were stuffed in and half spilled out. Jia Huan let go of Li Dafu, sat back on the kang and wiped his hands slowly, sighing, "I don't blame me for being irritable, I just blame you for being too angry. The walnut crisps made from rhododendron nectar are indeed extraordinary. If you only need to take them for half a month, your heart will slowly be paralyzed, and you don't know how to die. When the doctor comes, I guess he will be 'I'm terminally ill, and there is no doctor'. You said yes?"

He leaned over and stared at Old Li's head for a moment.

Old Li's head's eyes were almost bulging out, as if asking you how to know. Azaleas are poisonous. Some people may have heard of it, but azalea nectar is also poisonous but few people know it. Even if they know it, who can taste it? After all, all honey tastes the same, and only those with a particularly keen sense of smell can distinguish it. His trick has been tried and done by it. It is through it that he can get rid of the original farm and gain the wealth in front of him. Unexpectedly, it falls on a child.

Hearing these words, Li Dafu, who was trying to swallow walnut crisps, immediately sucked his throat and tried to vomit. He secretly blamed his father for not having anger with him when he started! How could this evil ghost be moved by a mortal? Unless Sun Dasheng appears!

Xiao Jixiang covered her mouth and screamed in shock. The matter was far more serious than she thought.

Aunt Zhao didn't care about being afraid of being entangled, so she picked up the teacup and smashed it at Li Dafu, cursing angrily, "Don't vomit it out, I'll swallow it all! I dare to harm my son, I have to peel you off with my own skin today!" As she said that, she was about to get off the kang.

"San Master, please spare me! Aunt, please spare me!" Li Dafu stopped judging his throat and kowtowed, "It's not that the slave is greedy for life and fear of death, but also for the third master. The slave family has a foundation in Jinling, with all the above and below, and has a broad range of communication, so it is very convenient to do things. The slaves' lives are now held in the hands of the third master, how dare not work for the third master? It will definitely be worthwhile to be an official in the future! Besides, I'm not hiding the third master, it's not my father's idea to attack you, but that my wife has to obey! If you kill my father, and the wife sends someone, you will have to work twice? As long as the third master spares the slaves a lot, the slaves are willing to work hard for you, and the wife will also help fool you! Please be kind!" After the words, there were several more times.

Jia Huan didn't want to kill anyone. As Li Dafu said, killing Old Li would arouse Mrs. Wang's alertness, and it would be not so easy to deal with if she sent someone to come. What's worse, she would take them back directly and find a way to secretly eliminate them in the future. That would be difficult to defend against.

After thinking for a moment, Jia Huan waved his hand while Li Dafu was waiting with a breath of breath, and his tone was plain, "Get out. There is no next time."

Aunt Zhao seemed unwilling to accept that she did not refute her son's face and snorted coldly.

Li Dafu was overjoyed and hurriedly dragged his father out.
Chapter completed!