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"Xin'er, tell me." Luo Ping also picked up a knife and stood in the center of the yard.

"good!"

Luo Xin began to dance the sword again, and this time the speed was much slower. Every time he danced, he recited the sword technique. After the thirty-six sword dances, Luo Xin stepped aside, leaving Luo Ping standing in the center of the yard with his knife in silence.

Luo Ping, who had been practicing martial arts for a lifetime, had a sword style and a sword technique, and naturally realized it very quickly. After about a quarter of an hour, Luo Ping began to dance the sword again. It was very slow at first, but then it became faster and faster. The sword was as fast as lightning, and it danced out layers of sword shadows, like flying snowflakes.

"call!"

After practicing the last move, Luo Ping exhaled a breath of turbid air from his chest, then looked at Luo Xin and said, "How?"

To be honest, Luo Xin admired Luo Ping at this time. He practiced Guan Jian for more than 20 years in his previous life and was not as good as Luo Ping for so long. However, he had been practicing for more than 20 years, and his uncle taught him hard. Although he had not reached the level of practice, he remembered some of his shortcomings that his uncle often criticized. There were several such shortcomings in Luo Ping's sword technique. So Luo Xin pointed out these shortcomings one by one.

Luo Ping listened to Luo Xin's advice, thought for a moment, and then started to dance Guan Dao again. After a trip to Guan Dao, he looked at Luo Xin with his eyes shining.

Luo Xin’s guidance just now was really accurate. In his opinion, it was a master-level guidance. His son is amazing! Now he is young and has weak strength. If he has big fish and meat to raise it, he will definitely become a great man of the generation.

However, when he thought that Luo Xin had already embarked on the path of a scholar, he felt a little sad. However, he also knew that studying in the Ming Dynasty was the right way, so he did not make Luo Xin quit his literature and practice martial arts in a confused manner. However, he then turned his eyes on Luo Qing, thinking that after he started to receive money from the Lu family, he could stay at home, and at that time he would definitely train the boy Qing'er. Luo Qing was still standing there and didn't know that the hard days would fall on him, looking at his father with admiration.

the next day.

Luo Ping returned to the county town. Luo Xin restored his lifestyle again. At Lin Xiucai's home, Lin Xiucai was becoming more and more satisfied with Luo Xin, and he was even surprised by the growth of Luo Xin's character. Luo Xin's character has grown too fast, and in his opinion, he has approached the state of middle-class development.

Returning from Lin Xiucai's house, he didn't see his elder brother, so he knew that he had gone to work in the field. So he put down the bookcase, carried a hoe and walked out the door. Luo Shi saw Luo Xin carrying a hoe and walked out the door, and said:

"Xin'er, what are you doing?"

"Go and help my brother turn the floor."

"Hurry up and put it down." Luo took a few steps and reached out to grab the hoe on Luo Xin's shoulder and said, "What are you going to go through as a scholar? You are so idle that your neighbors are laughing at. Look, there is a scholar who does farm work? If you don't say it, don't tell me, you see when did your uncle pull a grass in the field?"

"Mom, others are others, I am me. My elder brother is not a few years older than me. Three acres of land are also a big job for me. I will help my elder brother. I will be fine for me. I will study for a while. Besides, I have been reading for a day, which can be considered a resting place."

Seeing Luo Xin feel sorry for his elder brother, Luo's eyes turned red, but he insisted: "No, you can't let the neighbors laugh at us. Please go back to the house and sleep for a while."

"Mom! I'll work with my elder brother, it'll be faster. Just let me go."

In fact, Luo Xin did not think that there was anything wrong with doing farm work. After reading a day, he happened to go to the fields to exercise his muscles and bones. As for the scholars in the Ming Dynasty who did not do farm work, he also knew, but what did it have to do with him? Although he did not want to be independent, he did not want to be completely bound by the Ming Dynasty. Why did he study? Isn’t it just to gain greater freedom?

"Mom, the emperor still has a piece of land in the Imperial Garden, and the emperor has also turned the ground."

"Ah? It's true or false?" Luo asked in surprise.

"Of course it's true, the teacher said."

Luo Xin pushed the matter to Lin Xiucai without hesitation. In fact, the emperors of the Ming Dynasty really had a piece of land. Each emperor personally took care of the land to show that the royal family values ​​agriculture. Although the land is not large, it plays an example.

Seeing that his son was speaking seriously, Luo believed it. To be honest, the mother also felt sorry for her eldest son. After all, Luo Qing is only eleven years old now, but she has taken on the farm work at home. Who made Luo Ping not at home?

He pondered for a moment and said, "Okay, go first. Mom is going to burn some hot water for you at home and then deliver it to you later. It's still a little colder in March."

"Mom, then I'll go first."

Luo Xin ran out in a hurry with a hoe. Looking at Luo Xin's back, Luo's face showed a look of happiness, and then hurried back to the kitchen to boil water.

"Brother!"

Luo Xin carried the hoe and saw Luo Qing from afar, and shouted loudly. Luo Qing raised his head from the ground and looked at the path. When he saw that it was Luo Xin, he raised his hand happily and shouted:

"My brother, is it over school?"

"Yes!" Luo Xin ran to the edge of the field: "Brother, I'll help you."

Next to the three acres of land in Luo Xin's family was the land of Grandpa Luo Xin's family. At this time, Luo Xin's grandfather Luo Heng, eldest uncle Luo Ye and cousin Luo Sheng were also turning the ground. Luo Xin asked his grandfather, uncle and cousin, and Luo Sheng saw Luo Xin jump into the field with a hoe, and said curiously:

"Brother Xin, haven't you started studying?"

"Yes!" Luo Xin nodded.

"Then why are you still going to the ground?"

"Who said that you can't go to the ground if you study?" Luo Xin said lightly, then turned his head to Luo Qing and said, "Brother, what should I do? Teach me."

Luo Qing hurriedly said, "My little brother, you don't need you, you can do it alone, you can go home quickly."

"Brother, we are brothers!" Luo Xinzhen looked at the eldest brother. Luo Qing saw Zhenzhen in Luo Xin's eyes, and felt warm in his heart, and nodded vigorously:

"Okay, brother teaches you."

Turning the ground is actually a laborious job, without much technical content. Soon Luo Xin started working with his elder brother. Luo Heng had a gloomy face. Although he looked down on his second family before and drove his second family out of the house, after Luo Xin became a prodigy, he was still full of pride. After all, he could see his respect for him from the eyes of the village neighbors because he was Luo Xin's grandfather.

The Luo family is about to prosper!

Not only did Luo Zhi, the scholar, but also the prodigy Luo Xin.

but……

Today, when he saw Luo Xin carrying a hoe to the ground regardless of his identity, his face became gloomy. Is there anyone who does such dirty work?

Isn’t this just a joke to the neighbors in vain? How could such a person pass the exam for a scholar?

Isn't this?

The neighbors in the village doing farm work in the field next to them looked at this place from time to time, and were still whispering to each other.

He swung his hoe hard and dug it to the ground. Luo Heng muttered, "It's really a mud that can't be supported on the wall."

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