Chapter 162 Feeding Jiaowa and Teaching Literacy
Zheng Qiu took out the jiao's egg, and slowly dumped it, letting the little ink-blue jiao slide out from the opening.
Then he held Xiao Jiao in the palm of his hand, dipped a drop of milk with his chopsticks, and brought it to Xiao Jiao's mouth.
"Open your mouth, ah... ah..."
As if hearing Zheng Qiu's voice, Xiaojiao raised his head slightly, closed his eyes and smelled left and right, finally finding the position of the chopsticks.
Then it opened its small mouth, stretched out its red tongue the size of a grain of rice, and licked the chopsticks.
Its mouth was so small and its throat seemed so thin that it couldn't drink a drop of milk, and it got all over its head.
Zheng Qiu murmured in his heart: "If you put it outside like this, the birds will probably eat it. How long will it take to raise it to be as powerful as a cultivator in the divine realm!"
Although he was muttering in his heart, he did not stop feeding the milk.
One drop, one drop, and another drop, until the arms were sore and numb, and the sun went down, and all the milk in the cup was fed.
Picking up the empty cup and looking at it for a few times, Zheng Qiu gently moved the little guy with his fingers, stroking its slippery belly.
It's strange, this cup is not small, I drank it all, and my stomach didn't grow too big at all, where did all the milk go?
In the palm, Xiaojiao opened his mouth and spit out a white milk bubble, then shrank his head and remained motionless, as if he was sleeping.
Zheng Qiu looked at Xiaojiao's color and thought about his name: "Well... you are so small and your color is not good-looking, so I will give you a nickname, Xiaoqingchong.
Hey, it's settled, if you can become mighty and powerful in the future, I'll give you a nice name. "
While talking, he dumped the dragon egg and carefully stuffed the little caterpillar back.
The eggshell of the dragon egg is harder than a steel weapon, and it is the best nest for the little caterpillar right now.
After doing all this, Zheng Qiu felt tired and sleepy, and he woke up this afternoon in a very bad state of mind, and he didn't know why.
He picked up the jiaodan and climbed onto the bed, yawned and went to sleep.
In the next few days, Zheng Qiu's mental state gradually improved, and the energy in his body gradually recovered.
He hid in the stone house every day, secretly fed the little caterpillars, and gradually figured out the food intake of the little caterpillars.
It has to be fed twice a day, and it can drink a cup and a half of milk at most, and its feeding method has changed from feeding drop by drop with chopsticks to lying on the edge of the cup and licking slowly.
The little caterpillar became more active day by day, and was already able to crawl around in Zheng Qiu's palm, his tightly closed hands were slightly opened, and he liked to look left and right to observe around after eating milk.
Until the ninth day, the little caterpillar didn't want to go back into the eggshell, climbed up Zheng Qiu's arm and up his shoulder, and hid in his collar.
"You can't stay outside, the eggshell is so hard, it's safe to hide in the eggshell."
Zheng Qiu tried several times, but the little caterpillar still refused to return the eggshell, and he didn't know if he understood what he said.
In the end, Zheng Qiu had no choice but to find a needle and thread, and sewed a hidden pocket on the side of his collar for the little caterpillar to live in.
But there is one thing about the little caterpillar that is very worry-free, it hides in the pocket of the collar and never comes out unless Zheng Qiu calls it.
The weather started to warm up, and the snow melted. People in the Great Wilderness City dug out all the containers and collected as much snow as possible. Once the snow melted, they would return to the days of desperately fighting for clean water.
The preparations for changing the Gladiator Fighting Group of the Sand Regiment to the Treasure Hunting Team,
The end is coming to an end, and most gladiators have left the teaching ground long ago and moved to new residences.
The teaching field is deserted, and one or two people are not seen in broad daylight, and it seems very deserted.
But Zheng Qiu didn't move there. Being deserted has its benefits. He let Xiao Qingchong play in the house without being afraid of being discovered.
The little caterpillars still need to be fed milk, and they haven’t grown up in size, except that the scales are brighter, but they are still so small.
Stopping Xiao Qingchong from continuing to tear the thread of the quilt, Zheng Qiu grabbed it on the table, picked up the chopsticks and knocked on the table: "Be obedient, I will teach you new characters today, and only after you have learned can you continue to play."
As he spoke, he dipped his chopsticks in clear water and wrote the word "chair" on the table.
"See what I usually sit on? This kind of thing that I can sit on is called a chair or a stool. The chair has a backrest, and the stool doesn't have..."
The little caterpillar is very smart, and can understand Zheng Qiu's meaning in less than half a month, but it can't fully understand the whole sentence, and it can't speak.
Therefore, Zheng Qiu taught the little caterpillars to read and write like teaching a doll.
Little Qingchong also lived up to expectations, all the things taught can be mastered in just one pass.
Zheng Qiu even felt that this little Jiao was a hundred times smarter than himself.
The little caterpillar raised its tail, dipped some water in the cup, and wrote on the table.
"Chair, chair, little caterpillar sits on a chair, I have learned it! Next, next!"
Zheng Qiu picked up the pen and wrote the second word, and continued teaching.
After a while, someone outside the house called his name: "Zheng Qiu, Zheng Qiu, are you there?"
Zheng Qiu immediately stretched out his hand to the little caterpillar on the table, and said in a low voice, "Hurry up and hide!"
The little caterpillar immediately twisted its body, climbed onto Zheng Qiu's palm, and then got into the sleeve.
"I'm here, who is it?" Zheng Qiu asked as he walked out of the room.
Standing outside was a familiar young man, the gladiator of the Ardent Regiment.
"What's up?"
After Zheng Qiu arrived at the Qihua Realm, the people in Liesha Tuan respected him somewhat and spoke politely.
The young man took out a letter, handed it to Zheng Qiu, and said, "This is a letter from a man surnamed Wang, who claims to be your master."
"Master has been here? Why didn't he look for me?"
The young man showed a strange expression: "Huh? Is he really your master? I can't even tell that he has cultivation. And he just gave me this letter, didn't say anything else, and left without drinking tea."
Zheng Qiu opened the envelope and read it carefully. Master Wang wrote in it:
He was very happy and proud that Zheng Qiu's cultivation base had greatly increased, but it was a pity that his level was not high enough, and he was inexperienced in the following path of cultivation, so he couldn't continue to teach Zheng Qiu.
The exercise called "Green Green Jue" is actually a remnant, and there is no content behind it, and Zheng Qiu will have to go down the path of cultivation in the future.
Zheng Qiu put down the letter paper and sighed: "Hey, Master Wang is gone, he said he can't teach me anymore. I didn't even have time to thank him."
The young man in front of him smiled and persuaded: "You don't have to be so sad, he should be the master invited by Captain Meng, he must be paid, and he is also a businessman."
"Captain Meng?"
"Meng Tiansha, our treasure hunt team has already registered, you have to move there quickly, don't let the gladiatorial tournament drive people away."
Zheng Qiu thought for a while, nodded and agreed: "Okay, I'll pack up and move tomorrow."
After sending the young man away, he returned to the stone house, taught the little Qingchong the remaining few words, then rummaged through the box and packed the luggage to be brought.
A night passed like this, and when he woke up from the messy bed the next day rubbing his eyes, the scene in front of him was so shocking that he couldn't close his mouth.
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