Chapter 17 Everyday Dislike of Auntie

“Duh!”

In the small courtyard, Xu Qi’an stood on the eaves of the house and casually threw a prismatic concealed weapon, which he pressed without taking serious aim.

Instead, it accurately hit the red center of the stake twenty paces away.

It wasn’t that Xu Qi’an’s technique for throwing the concealed weapon was so brilliant, but …. he was lucky.

“There’s definitely something wrong with this body of mine ….” Xu Qi’an whispered to himself.

He was so lucky that for one month in a row, he picked up a total of one or two and two cents in silver, equivalent to half a month’s salary.

That’s enough money for an average family of three, to save for three months.

What’s odd is that picking up a penny of silver every time is more than luck.

I don’t need to ask Yuanfang to know that there is something odd about this.

“System Dad? Come out, don’t play hide-and-seek with me.” Xu Qi’an tried.

The system doesn’t care about him.

He’d made countless attempts over the past month to wake up the system.

The facts told him that there was no system in the press.

How do you explain that weird luck?

I never imagined that a non-celebrity like me, who had never won a lottery ticket for five dollars since I was a kid, would one day be able to evolve into a European Emperor. But the lifespan of a European Emperor is extremely short… Xu Qi’an laughed bitterly to himself.

One thing was for sure, the original owner didn’t have any amazing luck at all, if he did, his aunt wouldn’t have disliked him and would have offered him up like an ancestor.

The whole family stopped struggling and lived off of him picking up money.

“This kind of gift of unknown origin inexplicably makes people panic and unsubstantial ….” Xu Qi’an’s eyes sank and sighed, “We can only take one step at a time.”

Today was a day off, so Xu Qi’an leaped over a ten-foot high wall and went to his second uncle’s house for breakfast.

The small courtyard he lived in was actually originally occupied by an old housekeeper of the Xu family, just a wall away from the mansion.

Then the old housekeeper died, and the small courtyard sat idle until Xu Qi’an fell out with her aunt and moved here in anger.

The original owner is a bullish person, and he cooks all three meals on weekdays, and his second uncle occasionally comes over the wall with wine and dishes to find his nephew for a drink.

The current Xu Qi’an didn’t need to pay for the original owner’s obsession, she couldn’t get out of bed if she made her own breakfast. What a waste of money if you go out to eat.

Doesn’t it smell good to listen to music on a hookah, mainly because you get to see the ladies in tulle skirts shaking their asses.

…..

Inner sanctum.

The aunt in the dark red wide-sleeved dress, seeing Xu Qi’an come in, skimmed her lips and lowered her head to drink congee.

Aunt is not a big family’s gold, his father is a showman, barely counting the family of books, the aunt learns by ear, still quite reasonable, just bear the unlucky nephew’s kindness, can not wipe the face to drive people, for this ‘do not deceive the youth poor’ now and really fragrant nephew, she also turned a blind eye.

Little DouDing stood in front of the round stool that held her breakfast, three meat buns, two doughnuts, a stack of small vegetables, and a large plate of white porridge.

“Big brother…” she called out vaguely.

“Why haven’t I seen resignation.” Xu Qi’an asked.

Resignation is the word for the New Year of Xu, and the word is a complement to the name.

“Shut up in your room and write poetry.” Xu Pingzhi said.

Xu Qi An sat down, and Green E brought a bowl of white congee, six meat buns, a stack of vinegar-acid radishes, and a bowl of tofu brain.

Martial artists in the Refined Essence Realm have much larger appetites than normal people.

And at a Qi Practicing Realm like Uncle’s, the amount of food was instead not much different from that of an ordinary person.

Only half full …. Xu Qi’an glanced at Little Doudin, and said in a pleasant manner, “Suzume, share a meat bun with big brother, will you.”

The crowd gave him a look, the youngest daughter of the family didn’t care about anything but a mouthful of food, and she would fight anyone who snatched food from her bowl.

“No!” The little peahen did open his arms, little hens shielding their food like little hens shielding their pups.

“Don’t be in a hurry, big brother won’t let you suffer.” Xu Qi’an picked up a meat bun and placed it on her plate, pointing at the four meat buns:

“Are we all getting a share of these four meat buns?”

Xu Zhongyin pecked her brain.

“Shouldn’t it be split equally?”

Xu Lingyin cocked her head, thought for a moment, and then nodded.

“Two buns for you, two buns for Big Brother, and then, Big Brother will give you half a doughnut. Have you earned it?”

“Uh-huh.” Xu Lingyin was brought up to speed, feeling like she had earned it, and smiled with her eyebrows raised.

Xu Lingyue: “…..”

Xu Pingzhi glanced at his nephew: (? _?)

The aunt gasped, “How could I have given birth to such a stupid daughter as you, I’m so angry with me!”

Little DouDing then felt aggrieved, she had obviously earned half a doughnut, why did her mother still scold her.

At that moment, Xu Xinxin came in, his mouth chanting, his eyes unfocused, and sat down to eat and think at the same time.

The aunt let out a breath, ignoring her foolish infant daughter and concerned about her productive son:

“Nian’er, what’s the point of making a poem for good reason. People have their strengths and their weaknesses, so don’t pay attention to the windy words of outsiders.”

Xu New Year is good at strategy and poetry is a weak point.

“Resignation, when will you be able to break through the opening of the aperture and reach the eighth grade of the Body Cultivation Realm?” Xu Qi’an suddenly asked.

Xu New Year walked the path of Confucian cultivation. The Yunlu Academy was founded by a great disciple of a Confucian sage, 1,200 years ago.

It is a holy place that all the world’s readers dream of.

The supreme status of Yunlu Academy is not only that the founding ancestor was a disciple of a sage, but most importantly, it is the only remaining academy where one can practice Confucianism and Taoism.

Confucianism’s ninth quality: enlightenment.

Enlightenment can only grow memory, a glance, and enhanced learning ability, but it’s still a battlefield.

“There’s no clue for now, the division commander said to self-enlightenment.” Xu New Year regretfully shook his head.

“You can refer to the Enlightened Realm.” Xu Qi’an said, “How is the Enlightened Realm cultivated?”

Xu New Year recalled, “To recite the classics of the sages backwards and forwards and turn them into one’s own use is the Enlightenment Realm.”

Learn by heart …. Turn it into your own …. The former required a lot of time to memorize, while the latter relied on a certain amount of enlightenment. Xu Qi’an nodded thoughtfully.

This point was the same as the Refined Essence Realm of the Wufu system, both of which involved years and years of beating up the qi and blood and refining the body.

“Then if we cultivate the body, shouldn’t we also hammer the physical body?” Xu Qi’an asked.

Xu New Year deliberated for a moment and said, “A Confucian scholar of the Body Cultivation Realm has a fearless heart, and his words and actions can convince people and inspire fighting spirit. I tried to backtrack the cultivation method from the abilities embodied in the Body Cultivation Realm.”

“And did it work?”

Xu New Year pretended not to hear and turned his head to his mother; “An elder in the academy has left for Qingzhou, it’s a long journey, and the academy’s scholars are going to see him off tomorrow with a poem.”

Speaking of this, Xu Xinxin said bitterly, “I haven’t written out a farewell poem yet.”

Xu Lingyue said in a thin voice, “Second brother has no poetic talent.”

The aunt glared at her and said unhappily, “Your second brother is talented and has a way with poetry, but he just didn’t put it in his mind before.”

Xu Pingzhi scratched his head, “Just write a few lines, I think the poem you blurted out the other day was very bold.”

“Kuku kuku ….” Xu Qi’an burst out laughing.

The corners of Xu New Year’s mouth twitched, and he stiffly changed the subject, “That elder was a great scholar who was famous throughout the world, and was extremely good at poetry. The people who saw him off were all scholars with considerable poetic talent, and in addition to their admiration for the elder, they also had the idea of making connections.”

“If we can make that senior appreciate it, the benefits will be many.”

That’s okay, finally thinking about making connections.

Xu New Year’s heart is high and proud, always hanging on to the ‘gentleman’s friendship is as light as water’ and ‘gentleman’s friends but not parties’.

After this crisis, he finally realized the benefits of the PY deal.

Xu Qi’an, as a big brother, was very pleased.

It should be a big person who can make Er Lang, who is not good at poetry, go to great lengths to befriend …. The aunt was anxious: “How can this be.”

Xu New Year said helplessly, “Mother, essays are made in heaven by wonderful hands. Poetry is the same.”

After speaking, he lamented, “If I had befriended this senior of the literary world in the first place, perhaps I would have been able to save you all from the prison, so that you would not have no way to ask for help.”

The aunt was suddenly sad, she cared more about her son’s future than anyone else.

The real great scholar has the bones, send silver to send gifts will not work, you must throw his favor, so that people feel that you are worth befriending, look at you.

Xu Pingzhi frowned, “Your maternal grandfather was just like you, only able to write articles, devoid of any poetic talent.”

The aunt was unconvinced, her pretty willow eyebrows raised, “What do you mean by that. Is it my father’s fault?”

“It’s all my Li family’s fault that New Year was able to get into the Lift, because he follows me. Look at Suzaku, it’s because he follows you, and so far he hasn’t been enlightened.”

Xu New Year’s and Xu Lingyue’s appearance followed their mother’s, and their face value was so good that it was enviable. Xu Lingyue, the little peahen, had features that followed her father, and thus, while cute, appeared naive.

Uncle Xu was dumbfounded.

Xu Qi’an was unconvinced, “Auntie, that’s not right, according to what you’re saying, are you saying that my Xu family genes are stupid?”

The aunt didn’t understand what genes were, and she sneered a little, “If you were book material in the first place, you wouldn’t have studied martial arts.”

With Erlang Xu’s foul temperament even thinking of taking the initiative to py, that academy elder’s status should not be low. Erlang’s connections are my connections, my connections are still my connections, gotta help him out. Xu Qi’an’s thoughts flickered as he contemplated the heirloom that could be used as a farewell poem in his previous life.

Although I don’t intend to mix with Jurassic, but what’s not to like about using resources wisely in exchange for favors.

Soon, he had an idea in mind and locked in a poem.

Xu Qi’an took a hard bite of the meat bun, “Writing poems, right? Today, I’d like to let Auntie know that everyone in my Xu family is talented.”

What he had to consider now was whether the poem would be too good. One should know that all the poems that could be written into textbooks were heirlooms.

PS: This chapter is almost 3,000 words, which means I’m not short.