Chapter 142: Crying, making trouble, and hanging himself
Yi Qingchen almost cried, feeling regretful in her heart: "I told him about Sun Tzu's Thirty-Six Strategies in the Art of War for no reason? No, I just shot myself in the foot!" Feng Yiying saw her.
The wrinkled little face knew what she was thinking. She smiled slightly and said: "Don't worry, I'm not in a hurry. You can give it to me within ten days. If you complete this task well, I will return it."
There is a reward. How about I give you another five thousand taels of silver?" Yi Qingchen glared at him: "Can I say no?" Feng Yiying smiled like a fox and shook his head: "I'm sorry, I can't!"
Yi Qingchen said angrily: "That's it? Okay, I'll recite it in a minute. However, I want you to cash these five thousand taels immediately after I submit the manuscript. I don't want your empty promise." Feng Yi
Ying smiled and said: "Okay! That's it." Yi Qingchen originally had an unstable temper. In order to copy these two books this time, she sat at the desk for five full days before finishing the two books.
.During this period, Feng Yiying came to her almost every day to report and check her progress. Fortunately, although this was an imaginary dynasty, the fonts were similar to those in Yi Qingchen's era, which made Yi Qingchen suspect that she had not traveled through time.
Instead, she ran to a mirror time and space parallel to modern times. Sometimes Feng Yiying saw that she was really tired from copying, so he took her to stretch her muscles and taught her some breathing skills. In order to practice the art of lightening her body,
Feng Yiying prepared two heavy sandbags for her, and asked her to tie the sandbags and run around the yard when she had nothing to do. Yi Qingchen almost went crazy with the exercise. Yi Qingchen did not expect the graceful Qinggong practice.
She would be so tired when she got up, and she wanted to go on strike several times. Unfortunately, this big maple leaf was different from her senior brother. She almost resorted to the woman's magic weapon of crying, making trouble, and hanging herself. He was still indifferent and said "button"
Your salary is eating Yi Qingchen to death. There is nothing you can do about it. The calligraphy she wrote was originally like a dog crawling and a chicken scratching, but Feng Yiying is very strict. Once her writing is not good, she will be ordered to rewrite it.
, and sometimes taught her step by step. After these few days of copying, her calligraphy skills improved by leaps and bounds. By the end of the writing, she was quite good at it.