In the plays that Qingyi sang were mostly scholars who studied hard. She knew that if children from poor families wanted to make a name for themselves, they could only take the imperial examination.

But he did not bring his master in the door, and he would cross the river like a blind man. Even if he studied hard for a lifetime, he would not be of any use. Besides, he was a famous broom star in his village. Yanzhi had never heard of such a background being a high-ranking official and being highly valued. He had never seen it in the plays sung by Qingyi. Generally speaking, it was the material for supporting roles.

Yanzhi felt a little regretful when he saw him doing useless work every day. He was smart and diligent. If someone brought him into the door, he would definitely be able to learn something in the future, and it would be beneficial to his personality. It would be a pity.

This day, the wind is strong and the rain is scattered at night. According to the rules of mass graves, ghosts stranded on earth are already terrifying. They are still floating in such rainy nights, making them sad and unlucky. Most of them are going to be gossiped about. The ghosts in mass graves are very shattered and have nothing to do on weekdays. They can be said over and over again, so few ghosts dare to break this rule.

Although Yanzhi was no longer in the mass grave, she was not patient with the fact that she was drifting out of such a rainy night. It would be miserable if she could never be reincarnated. There was no need to find such a desolate background to set off her, so she stayed next to this little guy and watched him read a book.

It was raining outside, it was drizzling inside, and the wind was shaking, but it didn't fall down. The shed was also very reliable. Looking at this sad and bleak look, Yanzhi couldn't help looking at him and sighed: "This is OK, at least it's better than a dog living."

I looked at the word he was typing with his fingers again, and after the gesture, I was stunning at the words in the book. I think he knew that learning this way was useless.

Yanzhi didn't know what he was insisting on. Even if he could write the words in the whole book, he couldn't know its meaning. For him, this was a ghost-drawing talisman.

She looked at his pitiful look with his head down, then looked over and looked at the words he pointed at: "This word is a good word, you all say, "The sea is full of rivers, and tolerance is great; a wall stands thousands of feet high, and no desires are strong. There is this word "英英"

He lowered his head and silently, Yanzhi comforted: "Your official law is too boring, but the plays sung by Qingyi are still interesting. Let's go and listen together when you die. Anyway, your toothpick-like body can't last for a few years."

He looked at the word, opened his lips and said, "Rong?"

Yanzhi stared at him with wide eyes. He was literate?

"The sea embraces all rivers, and tolerance is great; the wall stands thousands of feet high, and there is no desire to be strong." He paused for a moment and seemed to think about it. He raised his head and looked at Yanzhi with confusion: "I don't understand."

rouge:"……"

rouge:"!!!"

Rouge popped away from him, pressed against the stove tightly, swept him from head to toe and from foot to head, looking at him in horror, and said tremblingly: "Can you see me?"

He blinked.

"I saw it in the woods?!"

He nodded innocently.

Yanzhi suspected, "Since I saw me, why do you pretend not to see it?"

The child said expressionlessly: "I'm afraid."

This is indeed something a child should say, but it just doesn't match this expression.

She paused, wondering: "I look so kind, why are you afraid?"

The child obviously choked, thinking that he had never seen such a ghost who was not good at face loss. Now he became a little curious: "Are you a ghost?"

Yanzhi recovered and wanted to get back some face, so she changed into a comfortable position and crossed her legs, raised her eyebrows and said proudly: "Ghost? I am better than ghosts. Eighty percent of the ghosts in the mass grave have been beaten by me, and 75% of them are crying and running away~"

She was able to talk to mortals for the first time when she saw Yin and Yang eyes. What an enviable thing for ghosts. If the lonely ghosts in the mass grave knew, they would not have been able to rush around her and talk for three days and three nights, and they would have foamed at her and died...

Child: "..." If he could still see the ghost crying and running away, it would be very interesting. He bent the corners of his mouth to show a smile, but when he thought of his situation, what qualifications are there to laugh, the corners of his mouth fell down for a moment.

Seeing that he didn't even smile, Yanzhi asked, "What's wrong?"

The child's eyes were dull and he shook his head.

Yanzhi was silent. If she had let her live in such a shed, she would not be able to laugh.

She looked at him and stroked his hand in writing and asked the question she had always wanted to ask: "Why do you want to read?"

He lowered his head and looked at the writing, rubbing his hand in writing, "The master of the village always told his disciples that only those who are good at learning can make a name for themselves." He paused, and his eyes were a little sad: "I... don't want to live such a life again."

He was only six years old, not sixty, nor sixty, but a little baby had a desolate look in his eyes.

Yanzhi has seen so many right and wrong in the mass grave, and knows that some things are destined. Even if he is well-educated, what can he do? With such a background, any official who is a little bit seen will not let him enter the officialdom, because he is afraid that his superiors will be afraid of implicating himself. Why should he take this risk for others if he is not a relative?

What's more, the officialdom is dangerous, with countless open and secret struggles. The career path cannot be achieved by relying solely on talent.

Yanzhi looked at him and stopped talking. He really had no other way to go. Staying here is a dead end. Those who gave birth to him clearly had to torture him to death. But after leaving here, how could he rely on to eat and drink? If he went to do chores for others, his young employer would naturally not want it. If he didn't leave, he was afraid that he would not be able to grow up.

It’s useless to think so much. Now it’s good for him to read and read, to cultivate his body and mind. Since she has inherited the peace of mind, then teaching him to read is a reward. As for what will happen in the future, let’s talk about it later.

"If I teach you, would you be willing to learn?"

The child was stunned, then asked with hope, "Are you saying true?"

Yanzhi said: "Of course, I have many books in my family, and you will learn from you in the future." The daughter of the daughter must have been a bookworm during her lifetime. The burial objects were filled with boxes of books. Therefore, Yanzhi was not an ordinary evil object, she was a sinister with the fragrance of books!

He was extremely happy when he heard this, with a smile in his eyes and said to Yanzhi crisply: "I have met Master!"

Yanzhi felt that the name was quite fresh, so she nodded and asked very helpfully: "What's your name?"

He smiled in his eyes and said, "I don't have a name."

Yanzhi knew that even if there was a name, it was probably not a good name. She shook her legs and said, "Since that's the case, I'll give you a word. The elder in your family's family's surname is Ye. After all, he gave birth to you. The surname must not be lost. The word Rong just happened to be suitable for you."

She looked at his eyes with a deep meaning and said, "It is good to benefit, but there is tolerance. You can call Rongzhi in the future." If she knew that Ye Rongzhi would make her so sad in the future, she would not speculate on him with the greatest malicious intention at the beginning. Even if he really became such a person in the future, she would not want to.

The sound of rain gradually stopped, the fog was filled, and the fresh breath of grass and soil came to my face after the rain, and I felt quite relaxed and happy, everything had just begun...

The author has something to say: Yanzhi: "I am the most comforting thing you have ever seen?"

Ye Rongzhi: "..."

Danqingshou: "..."

Yanzhi: "Welcome you to see Qingyi's show at that time."

Ye Rongzhi sneered: "It's interesting."

Danqing covered her forehead with her hands: "...Don't affect the fish in the pond, I want to live a few more years."
Chapter completed!