Everyone's eyes fell on the dog's head at the door. The scum stretched his neck and looked into the room, then slowly shook into the room like a dog without any worries, and then sat next to Wen Xu, staring at the celery meat patty in Wen Xu's hand without blinking, staring at the celery meat pie in Wen Xu's hand with affectionate and expectant eyes.

"Here you back?!" Wen Xu did not give it a meat pie, but instead started to scold it with a cold face.

The scum turned a deaf ear to it. The two little thieves didn't leave the celery meat patty in Wen Xu's hand for a moment. They stayed outside for a night and didn't eat anything. When they were empty, the guy finally realized how happy it was to have something to eat.

Shi Shangzhen smiled and said, "You dog is really particular. You went to my place yesterday. But it was unlucky. I just sent my dog ​​away and didn't leave any dog ​​food at home. Seeing it come over, I soaked some hard noodle cakes for it in instant noodles soup. Who knew that this thing was not eaten at all! I didn't do it anymore, so I could only let it starve!"

Wen Xu smiled at the scum and said, "You are blind, you are a little bit blind. This guy is even a little difficult to feed yourself. You guy is going to join her!"

"What are you saying!" Shi Shangzhen protested at Wen Xu.

"It's nothing, I'm talking about this thing." After that, Wen Xu stood up, threw half of the cake in his hand on the ground, then got up and took a piece from the pot and sat down to continue eating.

After hungry for a long time and a night, the scum tasted so good now. Half a piece of cake was killed in almost a few rounds. Now he no longer thought about importing dog food. After eating the hot cake, the guy raised his head again and stared at the warmth with his little eyes that he thought was charming.

Wen Xu ignored it for a while and listened to Shi Shangzhen and Professor Chi discussing the so-called "Legendary" of Fuzeyan.

When he saw that the eyes were just useless, the scum immediately approached Wen Xu's legs and began to rub against Wen Xu's legs. He stretched his mouth while stretching his mouth toward Wen Xu's cake, and the saliva in his mouth was hanging shinyly.

Wen Xu was not so easy to talk to. He put the cake on the table, reached out and grabbed the collar around its neck and pulled it out, dragged it to the place where it was placed in the yard, and pressed the dog's head into the basin.

"After eating these, there will be new food, otherwise there will be nothing to eat!" Wen Xu said and put his hands on the pot house.

Wen Xu let go, and the scum rushed out with a whisper. Before Wen Xu entered the house, he ran towards the pothouse happily. While running, he was still shaking his bright red tongue. It was so colorful!

Wen Xu thought that he knew that this guy must have gone for the half pie he put on the table.

"Bully!"

With a gentle shout of warmth!

The royal super thug Dongliang took action. The happy scum just exposed his head at the door of the pot house, and the next second he was knocked to the ground by Dongliang!

This time, even though the pillars were pressed to the ground, the scum's little eyes were still looking at the warm meat pie on the table, and whimpered while looking around.

"It's so pitiful, isn't it just a piece of cake?" Shi Shangzhen immediately wanted to throw half of his hand to the scum's mouth when he saw it.

Wen Xu immediately said, "Don't throw it away, I'm taming a dog now, don't cause trouble for me!"

"Is this also a dog taming?" Shi Shangzhen was a little reluctant to let go of the pancake. Hearing the situation, he took the opportunity to take back the pancake, and then curled his lips and said.

Wen Xu said: "I am teaching it. In the future, I will follow my rules at my home. I don't know how the owner teaches it. But here I will not let a dog show off any tricks on me. I want to let it know that it is not the boss, I am!"

After saying that, he bent down and raised the collar around the neck of the scum. If it were to be said that Tongliang was powerful, Wenxu pulled it with his hand, Tongliang let go of the scum and let Wenxu drag it up.

Once again, he dragged it to the scum's food basin and pressed its dog's head again. This guy seemed to feel a little wronged, like a willful child. He could always get what he wanted before, but now there is no one else to bird himself. He is sad! The little thief's eyes actually seemed to have tears, which was so miserable!

When Wen Xu left, this guy also knew that the pancakes in the pot house were completely close to him, and he could see them but could never eat them.

Ao... Woo! Ao... Woo!

The scum looked up at his head and looked at the remaining leftovers in his food bowl yesterday, howling so sad!

However, such a lyrical cry, after Dongliang finished eating the cake and eating the porridge, it became a masterpiece. Dongliang, who came out of the pot house, once again pressed the scum to the ground, and taught it how to be a good dog from the Wen family!

Just like that, after half a piece of cake was mixed in the yard, I had some strength and decided not to eat the things in the basin. The willful scum ran away from home again!

Wenxu didn't know that the scum had run away again, and even if he knew, he wouldn't take it seriously. To be honest, Wenxu had already seen through this guy's heart, liver, spleen and lungs. When he didn't eat, it would naturally come back. Even if he went to another family, there would be something better in other families.

Judging from the current living standards, there is no one in the village who is willing to feed dogs with meat pies like Wenxu. Generally speaking, other dogs grow up by eating sweet potatoes and drinking porridge. They have good living conditions, but they can make rice every now and then. Want to eat big bones with meat? They want to blind their dog heart!

Listening to Professor Chi telling the story, Wen Xu had only one thought in his mind: It was these people who had read a long book that could tell. This old man had just told a myth for the ancestors of Wen.

"Wen Xu, you can make up one too. When the time comes, you can also secretly tell others that this story was made up by you." Old Master Chi Jiaqiang looked at Wen Xu, who was sitting next to him, and said with a smile.

Wen Xu shook his head and said, "I? Forget it, I am not very good at making up stories. No one wants to hear or believe it when it is made up. That's so shameless! I'll just tell you, if I hear this story, I'll believe it."

Professor Chi Jiaqiang retorted: "Let's take Dahongpao as an example. None of its stories are true. Where did the ancient tea trees that were not named before come from so many stories? It is also said that Jiang Guangtou sent troops to guard the tea trees at that time, but they were all just legends and there were no real records. After the founding of the country, the local tea was sent to Taizu. Taizu also wrote back to the place and said not to give it. But look at the reputation of Dahongpao now surpasses that of the old trees in Longjing!

Why? Most people are ordinary people, and they just want to have fun listening to stories. As for the true and false, how many of them can be distinguished? The tea of ​​these eighteen old tea trees in Wenjia Village is not inferior to Dahongpao in terms of tea itself. Moreover, the tea polyphenols, amino acids, tea polysaccharides and other teas are not worse than Dahongpao. Some trace elements that are beneficial to the human body are even higher. If you want to make people know about such a good tea, you have to build momentum first!”

Wen Xu actually agreed with the old professor in his heart, but this story is a bit difficult for Wen Xu.

Shi Shangzhen nodded and said, "Indeed, we have good tea to make people know. Because the publicity is not in place, people in the world only know Dahongpao but not Fuzeyan, that would be a loss!"

"You are doing research, aren't you afraid that others will tell you to make small moves?" Wen Xu had already given up on Shi Shangzhen. Officials like her are now interested in achievements. To improve the economy of Wenjia Village is now the top priority of the Director of the Division. I guess for this, she can sharpen her head as a drill!

But it’s a bit polite to get involved with Mr. Chi Jiaqiang, a professor from Lin University, who is a bit polite. You are a cultural person, can’t you be so unconventional, right? No story is now edited?

Who knew that the old man Chi Jiaqiang waved his hand and said, "Where you leave this house, what stories or legends have nothing to do with me. I am an old scholar who studies trees at Linda. I went to Wenjia Village to concentrate on studying the quality of Fuzeyan, the old tea tree. Now I find that its quality is very good, so I specially applied for funds to study how to protect..."

Wen Xu has only now discovered that an old professor who seems to be highly respected can be so sarcastic. After he came up with an idea, he took it all out.

But in terms of his own emotions, Wen Xu cannot blame the old man, because these tea trees have made a name for themselves and are beneficial to the entire Wenjia Village.

The two of them chatted and listened to each other. The atmosphere was harmonious. After breakfast, Shi Shangzhen consciously did the work of washing dishes by himself. Wen Xu returned to the house, sat in front of the table and spread the paper, and began to practice calligraphy.

I wrote a few of them, a little restless and always thought about the tea tree, but when I wrote the first thing I said, I slowly calmed down. Wen Xu focused all his attention on writing, his hands, eyes, and heart went to the same place, and quietly practiced the big words for an hour.

I put down the words, looked at the words I wrote, looked at the posts to see which words were not enough, and had some other strokes written. I looked at the sunshine on the desk outside the window, and Wen Xu picked up the brush and dipped it in the red sand to draw large and small circles in the places to be improved. In this way, the homework of practicing calligraphy is officially completed.

After packing up the desk, Wen Xu went out and saw the Tongliang lying at the door staring at the sky blankly, so Wen Xu also raised his head: "What are you looking at?"

"Oh! Good omen!" Wen Xu looked up and saw a small black figure flying into his house.

A little swallow was holding a thin dry branch and was preparing to make a nest on the beams of her house.
Chapter completed!