Chapter 122 Two people are strangers under the same roof
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Jiu Yang Zhu Zhu
This thought flashed through my mind, and then I chuckled to myself:
"Forget it, she didn't plan on it anyway! It doesn't matter if she's angry or not."
After shaking off his thoughts, Qiao Liancheng sat down again and went about his own business.
It was already ten o'clock when Jiang Wan returned to the compound.
She was so tired that she almost collapsed.
When I returned to the house, I took off my clothes and twisted them with my hands, sweat pouring out.
I wrung it out, shook it off, and put it on again.
What can I do? She is fat and it takes a lot of fabric to make a dress.
Qiao Liancheng had bought fabric for her before, and it was of good quality.
But before the clothes were ready, she gambled the fabric directly.
Now let alone Qiao Liancheng who hates her, even Jiang Wan herself resents the original owner.
This is just one piece of summer clothing. If it weren't for the strong hemp, it would have been worn out long ago.
So no matter what the dress looked like, she had to continue wearing it.
She is very tired now, but there is not much time for her to rest. She must make braised pork quickly and sell it in the town.
If you can't make it in time for noon, and you have to wait until the evening to sell dozens of kilograms, you will be under great pressure, and you may not have any opportunities left.
If it's hot today, it will easily break if left.
That’s a huge loss!
When Ping An and Dong Sheng came back from playing, they saw Jiang Wan sitting on the ground plucking a pig's head.
"Hey you!"
Ping An stood at the door and shouted.
Jiang Wan didn't even raise her head: "Say!"
Ping An asked: "Do you still have time to teach me?"
According to the rhythm of the past few days, she should have finished throwing the pig's head into the pot by now.
There will also be time to teach Ping An.
But now...
Jiang Wan continued busy with the work at hand and said without raising her head:
"Yes, come here and recite the poem!"
Ping An was silent, but still agreed in a low voice, and then walked to Jiang Wan to recite the poem.
"Goose, goose, bend its neck to sing to the sky..."
Ping An had just recited a few sentences, and Jiang Wan asked while working:
"Who is the author of this poem?"
Ping An scratched his head and said, "It looks like some kind of king!"
Jiang Wan glanced at him sideways: "You just remembered the poem, but not the author?"
Ping An said aggrievedly: "I memorized poems and didn't ask the author. I just memorized the poems!"
Jiang Wan snorted coldly: "Nonsense, you should remember the author more than the poem, because he created this poem, and he is the one who needs to be remembered more."
"This is called respect!"
Peaceful silence.
Jiang Wan continued her rambling education until all the movements in her hands were completed.
"No matter who your stepmother is in the future, and no matter how you choose your own path in the end, you must remember it!"
"People must learn to respect others, and others will respect you too!"
After saying that, she put the prepared meat into a large basin and carried it downstairs to drain the blood.
After walking a few steps, he turned to look at Ping An and shouted, "Follow me, go downstairs, and I'll teach you how to memorize the words!"
He said "Ping An" and hurriedly followed out.
When Qiao Liancheng came back from lunch, Jiang Wan had already left with the freshly baked finished product.
He put the food on the table and saw Ping An standing at the window muttering something.
"Peace, what are you doing!"
Qiao Liancheng called out.
Ping Ping came to his senses and explained: "I'm memorizing the vocabulary."
Qiao Liancheng said: "How can you do it with a bare back? A good memory is not as good as a bad pen. The more you write, the more you will remember it. It can also strengthen your memory."
"Is there no notebook left? Dad will buy you another one this afternoon!"
"Forget it, she didn't plan on it anyway! It doesn't matter if she's angry or not."
After shaking off his thoughts, Qiao Liancheng sat down again and went about his own business.
It was already ten o'clock when Jiang Wan returned to the compound.
She was so tired that she almost collapsed.
When I returned to the house, I took off my clothes and twisted them with my hands, sweat pouring out.
I wrung it out, shook it off, and put it on again.
What can I do? She is fat and it takes a lot of fabric to make a dress.
Qiao Liancheng had bought fabric for her before, and it was of good quality.
But before the clothes were ready, she gambled the fabric directly.
Now let alone Qiao Liancheng who hates her, even Jiang Wan herself resents the original owner.
This is just one piece of summer clothing. If it weren't for the strong hemp, it would have been worn out long ago.
So no matter what the dress looked like, she had to continue wearing it.
She is very tired now, but there is not much time for her to rest. She must make braised pork quickly and sell it in the town.
If you can't make it in time for noon, and you have to wait until the evening to sell dozens of kilograms, you will be under great pressure, and you may not have any opportunities left.
If it's hot today, it will easily break if left.
That’s a huge loss!
When Ping An and Dong Sheng came back from playing, they saw Jiang Wan sitting on the ground plucking a pig's head.
"Hey you!"
Ping An stood at the door and shouted.
Jiang Wan didn't even raise her head: "Say!"
Ping An asked: "Do you still have time to teach me?"
According to the rhythm of the past few days, she should have finished throwing the pig's head into the pot by now.
There will also be time to teach Ping An.
But now...
Jiang Wan continued busy with the work at hand and said without raising her head:
"Yes, come here and recite the poem!"
Ping An was silent, but still agreed in a low voice, and then walked to Jiang Wan to recite the poem.
"Goose, goose, bend its neck to sing to the sky..."
Ping An had just recited a few sentences, and Jiang Wan asked while working:
"Who is the author of this poem?"
Ping An scratched his head and said, "It looks like some kind of king!"
Jiang Wan glanced at him sideways: "You just remembered the poem, but not the author?"
Ping An said aggrievedly: "I memorized poems and didn't ask the author. I just memorized the poems!"
Jiang Wan snorted coldly: "Nonsense, you should remember the author more than the poem, because he created this poem, and he is the one who needs to be remembered more."
"This is called respect!"
Peaceful silence.
Jiang Wan continued her rambling education until all the movements in her hands were completed.
"No matter who your stepmother is in the future, and no matter how you choose your own path in the end, you must remember it!"
"People must learn to respect others, and others will respect you too!"
After saying that, she put the prepared meat into a large basin and carried it downstairs to drain the blood.
After walking a few steps, he turned to look at Ping An and shouted, "Follow me, go downstairs, and I'll teach you how to memorize the words!"
He said "Ping An" and hurriedly followed out.
When Qiao Liancheng came back from lunch, Jiang Wan had already left with the freshly baked finished product.
He put the food on the table and saw Ping An standing at the window muttering something.
"Peace, what are you doing!"
Qiao Liancheng called out.
Ping Ping came to his senses and explained: "I'm memorizing the vocabulary."
Qiao Liancheng said: "How can you do it with a bare back? A good memory is not as good as a bad pen. The more you write, the more you will remember it. It can also strengthen your memory."
"Is there no notebook left? Dad will buy you another one this afternoon!"
