Chapter 33 I have never written such ugly words before
The Lin family and the Li Zheng family are in-laws and have a good relationship. People in the village let the Lin family do everything they do, for fear of being undercut by the two families.
Shang Wan was the first person in the village who dared to slap the Lin family in the face, and the Lin family didn't even dare to let go of anything.
Li Xiaoshan instantly transformed into Shang Wan's little fanboy. He sounded like a sister, and his name was sweet.
Li Dashan asked curiously: "Mrs. Shang, do you know martial arts?"
Shang Wan waved his hand, "I know a little bit about Three-legged Cat Kung Fu, but it's not worth mentioning."
Li Dashan: "..."
You call a kung fu that is so fast that you can't even see the afterimage clearly three-legged cat kung fu?
Shang Wan really didn't think she was good at martial arts. She was genetically evolved and had super powers, and it had nothing to do with martial arts.
If she knew martial arts, she wouldn't have failed to control her strength last night and almost smashed Ms. Liu's head.
She had remembered how her cub had been pinched and beaten by Mrs. Liu. Last night, while village chief Lin went to the Chen family to help, she sneaked into the Lin family's house and beat Mrs. Liu directly under the quilt.
Poor Mrs. Liu fainted from the pain and didn't even see what the murderer looked like.
The Lin family all suspected that it was Shang Wan who did it. Shang Wan was the only one in the whole village who was so evil-minded. However, they had no evidence and could only swallow their sorrow for the time being.
When Shang Wan took the Li brothers home, Xiaohuan had just finished giving Xiaohui a bath.
Yuanyuan always likes to cuddle with Xiao Hui. Xiao Huan is worried that Xiao Hui's fur will become dirty and make Yuanyuan sick, so she can only boil hot water for him to take a bath every two days.
Xiao Hui was very reluctant to wash it, but he didn't dare not to wash it. Every time after I was forced to take a shower, I would lie down on the exclusive large stone slab and squint my eyes to dry my hair.
Li Xiaoshan leaned over and wanted to touch it, but Xiao Hui bared his fangs in displeasure, as if this kid would bite off a person's claws if he dared to reach out.
Li Xiaoshan had no choice but to take back his hand regretfully and ran to watch the climbing competition between Yuanyuan and the little turtle on the soft cushion.
A log stick was placed across the door of the west wing, and a thick blanket was draped on it to serve as a door panel.
"Brother Li, this is the door." Shang Wan put away the thick blanket and made room for Li Dashan to measure.
Li Dashan took out a ruler and began to measure.
Standing at 1.9 meters tall, he was almost as tall as the doorframe.
Lu Chengjing drank the medicine and was lying on the kang. He was just about to fall asleep when he vaguely heard Shang Wan's voice and opened his eyes again. He sat up and turned around to see a tall figure blocking the door tightly. .
Who is this?
Shang Wan's voice came from outside the door, "Brother Li, how much does a door panel cost?"
"Eight coins." Li Dashan replied while looking at the man sitting up from the kang. He felt a little familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere.
Lu Chengjing also felt that Li Dashan looked familiar. After thinking for a moment, he matched Li Dashan's face with the more immature face in his memory and asked, "But Li Dashan?"
"Are you...Xiao Jing?" A delicate little face flashed through Li Dashan's mind, and his mouth opened slightly in surprise, "That Xiao Jing who is more beautiful than the girl?"
Lu Chengjing: "..."
That last sentence is quite redundant!
"When did you come back?" Li Dashan walked over excitedly, "Aren't you the young master of the Lu family in the city? Why did you come back to the village?"
"It's a long story." Lu Chengjing looked behind him and saw Shang Wan smiling meaningfully at him.
This woman listened to everything.
Being prettier than a girl or something, it definitely represents a dark history.
Before Lu Chengjing became angry from embarrassment, Shang Wan's smile faded a little, but he couldn't help teasing him, "It turns out that my husband has been pretty since he was a child, and I got a big advantage."
Lu Chengjing's ears turned red when he heard it, but it was hard to tell because of his hair.
Li Dashan, an honest man, looked at Shang Wan and then at Lu Chengjing, and then reacted slowly, "Xiao Jing, is the wheelchair made for you? What's wrong with your legs?" "You have some injuries. I've already let Brother Yuan take a look. , It will take some time." Lu Chengjing avoided the important and took the easy.
Li Dashan obviously didn't believe it, so Shang Wan answered at the right time, "Doctor Yuan said that my husband's legs need to be raised for more than half a year, and it will be more convenient to have a wheelchair."
Li Dashan didn't ask any further questions. Shang Wan gave him the money for the door plank. Knowing that he was busy, he didn't leave him alone and sent him out of the courtyard.
Li Xiaoshan was working as a referee for the round little turtle and refused to leave with his brother.
"Come back before dinner." Li Dashan glared at his brother, not allowed to eat at other people's houses!
Li Xiaoshan curled his lips and said, "I know, I'll play for a while and then go back."
The two children were having a good time playing with the little turtle. Xiao Huan was watching, but Shang Wan ignored them. She moved the big table out of the main room, then went to the kitchen stove to find some charcoal, spread out the white paper, and lowered her head to draw.
Her painting skills were developed from actual combat. The most frequently painted portraits of her comrades were the portraits of her comrades, and the second most frequently painted were those strange mutant plants and beasts.
Nowadays, the wheelchair painting looks decent, at least Shang Wan is quite satisfied with it.
After marking the dimensions, Shang Wan threw the charcoal block away, clapped his hands and said, "Done!"
Xiaohuan heard the sound and came over to take a look, pointing at the markings and wondering: "Sister, what are these? Patterns?"
Shang Wan: I'm careless. There is no such thing as Arabic numerals in the original owner's memory.
She explained simply: "This is a number that I read from miscellaneous books. It can be used to keep accounts."
"So there are words like this." Xiaohuan sighed, and then asked the key question, "Sister, can Brother Li understand these numbers?"
Shang Wan: Of course I don’t understand.
She patted her head. These things she was accustomed to were exposed without noticing.
"Go get the pen and ink." Shang Wan remembered that both Xiaohuan and Shitou could read. If they could read, they should be able to write, right?
Facts have proved that some things cannot be taken for granted.
Xiaohuan can indeed write, but she can only write her own name. For a maid, it is already remarkable that she can recognize a few words.
Shang Wan estimated that the stone was of similar quality, so he could only take the drawing paper and go into the house to find Lu Chengjing.
Xiaohuan looked at Shang Wan's back and whispered in confusion: "Why don't you write it yourself?"
Shang Wan heard it, but pretended that he didn't hear it, then he must not have heard it.
After hearing Shang Wan's request, Lu Chengjing put down the book in his hand and said, "I have never written with my left hand."
"Then let's start from now on." Shang Wan handed him the brush, "It doesn't have to be good-looking, it just needs to be recognizable."
Lu Chengjing said helplessly: "You have to give me a piece of paper to practice first."
This woman spent nearly an hour painting this painting, and she was not afraid that his hand would shake and destroy the painting.
Hearing this, Shang Wan sorted out the waste paper, spread all the usable ones on the kang table, and reminded him, "The waste paper is all here, you seize the opportunity."
Lu Chengjing also knew that today was different from the past. The family was still waiting for money to build a new house, so he had to save what he needed.
After using more than half of the scrap paper, Lu Chengjing was finally able to read the handwriting on his left hand.
Of course, it's in Shang Wan's eyes that he can see.
Shang Wan felt that characters were symbols for recording and transmitting information, so long as they could be recognized.
Lu Chengjing was hit hard. He had never written such ugly words since he first held a pen when he was three years old!
Xiaohuan's shout suddenly came from outside the door: "Sister, come out and take a look, there's something wrong with the little turtle!"
(End of chapter)