After rebirth, I became the villain’s sister-in-law Bai Yueguang

"Girl, when I go down the mountain with the materials tomorrow, I can prepare a small pavilion for eating. You can make do with these two meals first. If it is windy or rainy, you should bring them inside the house."

"Also, although Mr. Feng is here, I don't have to worry about your safety, but you still have to close the doors and windows one by one before going to bed tonight. If anyone else comes to disturb you, you must not come forward in person until I come over tomorrow. "

"For the rest, if there is anything missing at home, please tell me one by one tomorrow and I will go to the town to buy..."

Before he finished speaking, he was stopped by Jiang Wancheng's smiling face.

Wen Chaoyan asked her in a low voice: "What are you laughing at?"

Jiang Wancheng covered his lips and chuckled: "I'm laughing at you, Mr. Ming! In the past, he didn't speak much harshly, and he always had a straight face and a dull look. Now he is also verbose."

"I'm not a child, why do you feel so worried?"

"You should go back quickly, otherwise it will get late and we will worry."

"Now there are four of us, and you are only one, so you can't just eat. There is some meat left for you at home, so be sure to remember to get it for yourself! I have told you how to make some simple meals, Lang Jun Do you still remember?"

Wen Chaoyan was really not a good cook. He put his hands on his hips and scratched his head, looking embarrassed.

Jiang Wancheng was really helpless, but fortunately some buns were left for him on the mountain, which were hot enough to last him two days.

After pushing him out of the kitchen, Feng Lao kindly asked him to ride back on the donkey, as this was the most convenient way to travel.

Wen Chaoyan did not refuse, and finally left Zhaojiacun before dark.

The residence has been settled. Although the house is rented, lighting up the lights and the warm firelight will always make it feel like home.

Feng Lao suggested that the hut they currently live in should be given a name.

Otherwise, it would be inappropriate for others to always regard this place as the ancestral home of Dr. Zhao's family.

Jiang Wancheng thought for a while and asked Mr. Feng first: "Master, do you have any advice?"

Old Feng stroked his beard, pondered for a moment and then said: "Among the grass and trees. Do you have any ideas, my disciple?"

Jiang Wancheng blinked and did not refuse. He also said the name that came to his mind at the first moment: "The disciple is thinking about Sakurada Lodge. It makes the master laugh."

There is a cherry tree in front of the door, and it is a small house in the countryside.

Mr. Feng laughed and said, "It's better than Master's! This is a humble house, but I am very kind. Let's call it Sakurada's house!"

Mr. Feng went out and found a wooden board to come in.

After using a hammer to cut a small hole on it, I found some pen and ink and wrote the word "cherry" with the pen.

Then he looked to the side, where Onjiro was standing with his hands behind his back, watching the excitement.

"Erlang, tomorrow you will go to the school to become a teacher and formally enter the school. Today, let us test you first to see how good your handwriting is."

Wen Erlang was not modest either. He took the pen and wrote down the word "田" squarely.

Although this word is ordinary and not wrong, it is not difficult to see that he still has some skills.

Just as he was about to continue writing, Mr. Feng stopped him again.

"Show the pen to your sister."

Jiang Wancheng, who was also watching the excitement, pointed at himself in surprise: "I...? Master, I can't do it. I must be like a ghost crawling when I write..."

Jiang Wancheng waved his hands repeatedly. Master's calligraphy was free and elegant, and Wen Erlang's words were square and square. If there was another ghost painting a peach charm underneath, then the nameplate would be ruined.

Although she had been in ancient times for more than ten years in her previous life, she had no chance to practice this ancient soft-pen calligraphy.

Not to mention the two years in the palace.

In Zhuangzi, although she had food and clothing, could cook, chat and occasionally play with her aunts and sisters-in-law, and could even learn embroidery from an apprentice, these were the only freedoms she had.

On Zhuangzi, it seemed that he was the only master, but in fact, she was like an iron bucket, and everyone looked at her with vehemence.

On the surface, the servants, wives, and maids treated her like a close family member, but in reality, they were all treated as real family members, and they must treat her from the bottom of their hearts as a female prisoner trying to save their lives.

Jiang Wancheng cannot read or write.

The only pen I had was the female red tracing pen that Zhang Hexuan got.

She had wasted more than ten years, but in modern times, her handwriting was pretty good. Feng Lao said: "Cheng'er, you can enlighten Sister Ya, how can this word be so ugly? Besides, a teacher must know what your skills are, so that he can consider whether to teach you writing first or Start learning medical knowledge..."

Mr. Feng smiled slowly, "Is Cheng'er still afraid that the handwriting will look ugly and make other people laugh?"

Jiang Wancheng gritted his teeth.

The master's words have reached this point, and if she doesn't take over the writing, she will be a bit spineless.

Besides, what if her writing is ugly?

After all, it's her own brand, so it can be considered to be her Jiang Wancheng style.

Start writing.

The word "small house" flows smoothly and in one go.

With one stroke, it turned out to be a very beautiful regular script font!

Jiang Wancheng himself was stunned.

She looked at the brush in her hand with a look of disbelief.

How can this be! ?

She had never touched a writing brush before, so how could she write such beautiful words?

But the moment she held the pen, she felt as if something had controlled her wrist and strength, and she could just pick up two words...

She was full of doubts, and the other two were also surprised by her handwriting.

"Sister, this is something that is well hidden. It seems that even my brother doesn't know about this, which is interesting..."

Mr. Feng stared at Jiang Wancheng and looked at him: "Disciple, you can't do this good calligraphy without ten years of practice. You said before that you lost your memory. It seems that although people forget many things, they really can't do it. The ability is still engraved in my bones.”

is it?

Jiang Wancheng touched the hand holding the pen and thought about it carefully.

Could it be that at that moment... the original body's thoughts really controlled her?

The words have been written.

That night, the name tag was hung on the high fence pole at the door.

Because Wen Erlang wanted a space to study, and Feng Lao also wanted his own operating desk, the large room was left to the two of them to share.

Jiang Wancheng and Sister Ya slept in a smaller room.

In addition to the bed, their room also had a large box and a small dressing table. There was even a box of skin-nourishing cream on the table! !

Jiang Wancheng picked it up and looked at it. The cream was brand new and unused.

She immediately understood that this was what the hunter had prepared for her...

Sister Ya asked curiously: "Sister, what is this?"

Jiang Wancheng has not taken care of his skin since he traveled through time because of the difficult conditions.

Even though the original person's good conditions made her feel envious, she couldn't bear the hard work in the past few months. It was winter again, so her hands became much rougher than before.

My face is not as tender and smooth as before, my mother is getting skinny.

Although she was still fair and tender, only she knew that she had become a lot worse.

Therefore, this thing that Wen Chaoyan secretly arranged for her really touched her heart.

Throughout the ages, there is no woman who doesn’t like skin care products!

Jiang Wancheng opened it happily and explained to Sister Ya: "This is a baby that can keep girls young forever. Come on, sister, put some on Sister Ya to make your face more tender." Slipperier.”

The two girls happily took care of their skin together before lying on the new bed.

At this time, the two of them missed their kang bed in Wushan Mountain.

However, although it is not that warm, Orion is well prepared. There is clean straw under the mattress, so it is much softer to sleep on than the kang.

Thinking that everything in this house was decorated by Wen Chaoyan, Jiang Wancheng felt indescribably at ease.

Slowly closing their eyes, after a while, fatigue came over them, and the two of them fell into a deep sleep.