She really crossed over. When Xia Ami, the www.biquge.info of the pen "Fun", accepted this fact, it was already a week later.

Although unlucky, but what makes her happy is that the original owner's name is also Xia Ami, she also inherited the memory of the original owner, knowing that she was because the original owner's father Xia Zhiyuan died in prison, and the original owner was drenched in heavy rain in the process of seeking to see Zhixian in order to see his father, resulting in a high fever that did not go away, so that as a chef, when crossing the street, he was hit by a car and flew away, and then his soul pierced here.

"Dead girl, where did you die, if you rush to reincarnate, you have to weave the cloth of the old lady before you die!"

Xia Ami in the thatched house went in and out of her left ear and out of her right ear, and while tying her trouser belt, she sighed heavily: When will such a day be a head!

In her previous life, because of her wealthy family, Xia Ami had never suffered since she was a child, let alone weaving, she had only seen it on TV, and no matter what she was good at in her previous life and this life, she was not good at textile technology, such a big difficulty was in front of her, Xia Ami really wanted to greet God and its ancestors for eighteen generations......

Xia Ami sighed heavily, according to the memory of the original owner of this physical body, Xia Ami knew that this was a world full of magic - people here can cultivate the power of illusion according to their own attributes, and with the corresponding exercises, they can soar to the ultimate realm and jump into the fate of life and death.

After inquiry, Xia Ami learned from the village that people's attributes are divided into five attributes: wind, water, thunder, fire, and electricity, and before cultivating the Illusory Cyclone, cultivators cannot be called phantoms, they can only use stars to represent their strength, with a total of ten stars, and they can't inquire about it in depth-after all, they are all people who can't cultivate, so they will know so much.

Take the statue of the strong man standing at the entrance of the village as an example, it was originally an ordinary villager who couldn't cultivate, but when he went up the mountain to chop wood one day, he was chased by an angry phantom beast for several mountains, and finally fell to the bottom of the cliff, and only after getting the inheritance of ancient times did he start the path of cultivation.

This strong man does not have a strong backer, nor does he have a powerful family, but he has the inheritance left by an ancient powerhouse, so with his own diligence, it is natural to become a strong man.

However, what does this have to do with Xia Ami?

She is just an ordinary peasant girl, she has no opportunity to cultivate, she doesn't even have the necessary golden finger of a crossing woman, and she is still being chased by people who collect debts every day, what kind of cultivation is she talking about, isn't this nonsense!

Whenever she heard the villagers talk about the duel of the phantom people there, whose phantom power had been upgraded again, Xia Ami couldn't help but taunt: Isn't it great to be able to cultivate the power of illusion? When you are worried about eating, you will feel that your cultivation is high, and it can't withstand the role of a steamed bun!

Walking out of the thatched house, there are three thatched houses, a pair of white and black couplets on the yellow mud wall is very eye-catching, which reads: A life of frugality and a model, half a century of diligence and wisdom. -- Xia Ami's father, who died in prison for intentional homicide half a month ago, was told in the yamen that he committed suicide in fear of crime.

On the next wall, two bunches of gray garlic and a few bunches of red peppers hung on the wall, a basket hung under the eaves of the house were peas that had just been recovered from the ground, and next to the thatched hut was a tall osmanthus tree as tall as an umbrella.

Xia Ami looked up to the outside of the bamboo fence, and just happened to see the famous big-mouthed Wu in the village, with a pleasant and enchanting figure, gradually moving away.

I was in the back room just now, and I don't know what she talked about with Jiang Yunxian.

Turning his head, he saw Jiang Yunxian standing at the door of the hall with his hands on his hips, his sallow face pulling the old man, and he looked like he hated iron but not steel.

Xia Amei greeted her, half joking and half explaining: "I'm just going to a thatched house, isn't my mother afraid that I will be abducted and leave you alone to suffer? ”

Xia Ami's biological mother died in childbirth, and it was Jiang Yunxian who pulled her up, although the two said that they were not related by blood, but in the end they had nurturing family affection, plus Jiang Yunxian had never given birth, and Xia Ami had been screaming from her mother.

After Xia Zhiyuan was arrested, Jiang Yunxian borrowed twenty taels of silver from the owner of Xiangtai Restaurant, that is, Xia Zhiyuan's old owner, in order to make some connections.

"Dead girl, where did you learn to have a flamboyant tongue, carefully the old lady sewed your mouth, and she didn't go to weave. Jiang Yunxian's face relaxed slightly, but his mouth was unforgiving.

Xia Ami knew that it was because of Xia Zhiyuan's death that she was in a very bad mood, and she spoke with a gun and a stick, so she didn't care, and said in a pleading tone: "Mother, although my daughter is not a man, but now she has grown up, and besides, my father taught my daughter a lot of skills before her death, so why don't you let your daughter go out to make money, which is much better than selling cloth." ”

However, Jiang Yunxian's face fell again: "When did your father teach you the ability to cook, why don't I know, what the little girl's family wants to go out all day long!"

Xia Zhiyuan once told her that her own craftsmanship will be passed on to men but not to women, and she will still have a male baby to pass on the mantle in the future, but unfortunately, this is the case...... Thinking of this, Jiang Yunxian was resentful again, and scolded in his mouth: "Damn thief, why don't you open your eyes!"