BOOK-3

1936

Chapter 1936 Where did the big sister come from?

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He found himself very hungry.

But in the end he pushed the bowl to Xiaoshu again.

"Brother, eat, Xiaomu is not hungry."

As soon as he finished speaking, his stomach growled.

Xiaomu quickly picked up his belly.

"Brother, it's barking, it's not hungry, it's really not hungry."

Xiaoshu pushed the bowl towards his brother again, "You can eat it, brother has already eaten it."

"Really?"

Xiaomu didn't believe it.

"real."

Xiaoshu pointed outside, "Brother ate at the table outside with the young master. The young master prepared this meal with his own hands and left it for Xiaomu."

Xiaomu narrowed his eyes and smiled, and as far as he was concerned, those who could provide them with food in this world were good people.

"Eat."

Xiaoshu touched his little brother's little head again and put everything on the quilt away.

Xiaomu then picked up the bowl and started eating the meal in big mouthfuls.

This is white rice, and there is a lot of meat. He has never eaten white rice before. He and his brother have chewed bark and grass roots, which are very unpalatable.

And now the white rice is really delicious, fragrant and soft.

He finished the food in the bowl in one breath, not even a grain of rice was left, and his belly swelled from eating. It was good to sleep with a full stomach.

He had obviously just woken up, but soon fell asleep again, still snoring sweetly.

There was no hunger, no cold, and no one beat them. Even the dreams they had must have been good dreams of eating and drinking.

After Xiaoshu covered his younger brother with a quilt, he walked to the table and took out the used papers that Brother Bai gave him. He said they were used, but in fact there were still many places to write on, especially the back.

And even if you give him blank paper, he won't be able to use it. The least used ones still have the words written by Brother Bai on them.

He doesn't admit it, but he can learn to write first, and after he has finished writing, he can just go to the young master and ask if he wants to do it.

However, he was a little reluctant to part with the candles. He opened the door and came out, only to find that the palace lanterns outside were all on and it was still very bright.

He came back again, picked up all the papers, and walked outside.

It was just the cold wind blowing that made him shiver.

It's really cold.

He wrapped his clothes tightly, found a place to squat, and then took out all the papers.

He looked at them one by one and drew on the paper with his little fingers.

He didn't dare to write with a pen now. Writing would be a waste of paper and the pen.

The light cast by the palace lantern is very bright, no worse than a candle, or even brighter. I don't know how big a candle is in this lantern, and no one has ever come to change it.