C7

When the licorice left, Mr. Xue asked him to bring back three gift boxes that could be used as gifts. After marking the required size, the licorice agreed readily and left to help next door. Mr. Xue stayed at home to continue packing.

Take away the gifts, the wrapping paper and the wrapping paper, and the bag, find the bag and put it away. Ye Zichen took out his wallet and phone from his backpack.

In order to avoid losing his wallet and phone while riding, Mr. Xue didn't have the habit of carrying around with him. All of them were carried in backpacks, but it would be a bit troublesome when taking them.

The cell phone could still be turned on. There was still half of the battery left. Thanks to his abnormal memory, Mr. Xue could clearly remember everything on his phone.

With mixed emotions, he flipped through the photo album on his phone and kissed his girlfriend's photo. He then took a close look at the smiling Xue Qing and switched to the camera to record a video —

"My name is Mr. Xue, 25 years old. This is the Weize Pass of the five years of Spring. Three days ago, I transmigrated here and was saved by Princess Pingyang who was stationed here. I've only seen this era in history books and all sorts of materials, and there's really nothing I can do about it. While there was still half of the phone's battery, I planned to record a video every day so that when I die in the future, I can use the phone as a funeral companion. If an archaeologist finds this phone in the future, he can try to treat my body well. If it's a grave robber... The picture was too beautiful to think about. I still wanted to be discovered by the country. "That's it!"

After recording, he turned off his phone and tried to save as much electricity as possible. He just didn't know if this phone would be discovered in the future. If it was, would it be useful for studying history? It really made one unable to stop their imagination.

Mr. Xue had already let go of his conscience and decided to settle down in the ancient times. This phone, perhaps no one will think that it was a grave robber left behind in the grave; perhaps there will be a big hole in the determination to study! Mr. Xue was actually quite happy when he thought of the countless possibilities.

He had two thousand yuan in his wallet, as well as his ID and bank card. He was taking a photo with Xue Qing and his girlfriend.

I remember when I took this picture, Xue Qing said her family members were too few, so it should be more lively taking a big picture. Her purse couldn't hold two photos. One big picture perfectly comforted her girlfriend and Xue Qing.

Xue Qing's mischievous look was still there in front of him, but now, he was the only one left. This photo became Mr. Xue's only comfort. He carefully touched the photo and carefully put it away before continuing to organize the items.

On the two side pockets of the backpack, one of them held two flat wine jugs, which were filled with the ale and wine brewed by Mr. Xue himself. Mr. Xue loved to drink and also liked to make his own wine. He learned this habit from his deceased father. Not only him, Xue Qing was also a drinker and had been trained by her deceased father.

Mr. Xue's body couldn't drink yet, so he only opened the lid and took a sniff to satisfy his craving.

All that was left were tissues, keys, name cards, toiletries, and other miscellaneous items. The most precious thing was the tissue!

Mr. Xue had seen this the day he could get off the bed. Mr. Xue refused to recall the terrifying toilet in the toilet. For chrysanthemum, tissue is a treasure ah, must be reasonable, good use, saving paper, from me!

"..."

After tidying things up, it was almost dark when the licorice came back with three wooden boxes. The shape of the box was similar to the kind of food boxes that appeared frequently in ancient costume TV dramas. The size of the box perfectly fit Mr. Xue's requirements.

Each box had three layers. Mr. Xue spread out the food and put the blueprints and daggers into a box. The bulging bag had shrunk by more than half and was filled to the brim with wooden boxes. However, there were only a few candies remaining. Mr. Xue looked at Liu Gan's childish face and gave the rest to him.

"Husband, what is this?"

The licorice was curiously held in his hand as he studied it.

Mr. Xue laughed and said, "Yes! Sugar, try it? "

The licorice nodded, immediately picking up a candy and stuffing it into its mouth. "So sweet, it smells like milk."

"Delicious?"

"Delicious!" I've never tasted such delicious sugar. "

As he said this, he carefully put the remaining candy into the pouch hanging from his waist. With a bashful expression, he said, "I left some for master and senior brothers. They have never tasted such delicious candy before."

Physician Liu had a good disciple!

Mr. Xue looked at his childish face and patted one of the wooden boxes, "This box is for your master. Keep the ones for yourself, there aren't many left."

Liu Gan smiled as he scratched his head. He didn't deny it, but expressed his opposition to Mr. Xue's intention to give a gift to his master, "My master will not accept my master's gift. The one who saved my master is a general, my master and my disciple are just doing their duty as a doctor."

Mr. Xue smiled and patted him, "Of course I know that my benefactor is a general, but without the care of you Master and disciple, how could I have recovered so quickly? These things aren't worth anything. I don't have anything of value, so I can only express my feelings. You don't have to be thinking your own thoughts. As people who are being cared for, I naturally have my own thoughts, right? "

"But …"

licorice wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Mr. Xue: "No buts! This is a matter between adults, so children shouldn't talk too much! "

Liquorice pouted, unable to win Mr. Xue's argument.

Mr. Xue put the gift away and checked to see if he had missed anything. Suddenly, he remembered that there was a business card in the modern era, and it was also famous in ancient times.

Do I need to prepare a famous assassin to visit Princess?

The kid was good-natured. He didn't mind Mr. Xue interrupting him, and reminded him, "It's good if my husband is famous. Tomorrow will be the first day he will be famous, and then we'll pay him a visit."

Mr. Xue nodded as he recalled the famous thorns in the museum he visited previously. They were written in red paper. But who would carry red paper with them?

Only licorice. The licorice was straightforward, saying that his master had red paper, so he went to get one for Mr. Xue.

The red paper was quickly brought over by the licorice.

Mr. Xue looked at the paper. It was hemp paper, which was a little soft, so he used it to write pen and steel. If he wasn't careful, he would have torn the paper. He thought for a while and remembered that there was a newly bought shirt in the backpack.

Every time he went to see his girlfriend's parents, Mr. Xue had to dress up a little. Whenever he looked a bit sloppy and depressed, the two of them would worry about him even though they didn't say anything.

In order to reassure the two elders, they found out that he had indeed walked out from the shock of losing his girlfriend. Every time, Mr. Xue would go with clean clothes and full of energy.

While asking for licorice, Mr. Xue took out the newly bought shirt, took out the cardboard box inside, and started writing the name thorn after he had gotten the scissors from licorice, roughly cutting them, cutting the cardboard, and pasting the red paper on them. Then, he took out a pen and, after a slight thought, drew simple and elegant lace on four corners of the shirt.

That's right! In ancient times, people of his age had to have watches.

What should he take?

Mr. Xue... Lang... Sunny... Qingqing … Sun... Yang … Day... Pah pah!

The word 'Yang' was still missing one word. He had an older sister, the youngest in the family, who was called Youyang. Mr. Xue, Xue Youyang, that's a good thing.

Mr. Xue was neither a subordinate nor an official of Princess's. His name was similar to Princess's introduction; it didn't have anything too complicated, only a name, a face, and a place of origin. "Mr. Xue didn't have a good name and didn't write one.

The licorice had been quietly observing from the sidelines. After he had finished writing the name of the thorn, he opened his mouth and said:

"My husband's calligraphy is really good, but what brush is this? Why were the words written so thin? "Also, why is my husband's name written on a piece of paper so thick and so hard?"

When Mr. Xue was learning painting, he was taught to paint by his teacher. In order to temper his aesthetic standards, he admired a lot of calligraphy works. Coupled with his abnormal memory, traditional calligraphy wasn't difficult for him. Afterwards, he became interested and practiced his calligraphy for a period of time.

"This is called a pen. It's the pen that's commonly used on the other side of the machine. Paper, the manufacturing process and raw materials are different from yours, so there are differences. "

Liquorice nodded and looked at Mr. Xue in admiration, "My husband really knows a lot."

Mr. Xue smiled and didn't say anything.

After everything was prepared, it was already late in the night. The two of them respectively washed up and went to bed.