"Girl, when I take the materials down the mountain tomorrow, I will be able to make a small pavilion for eating. These two meals, you will settle for a while. If it's windy or rainy, bring it to the house and use it. ”

"Also, although there is Feng Lao, I don't have to worry about your safety, but before going to bed tonight, I still have to close the doors and windows one by one. If someone else comes to disturb you, don't come forward in person, wait for me to come over tomorrow. ”

"For the rest, if there is anything missing at home, 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 appearance.

Wen Chaoyan asked her in a low voice, "What is the girl laughing at?" ”

Jiang Wancheng covered her lips and chuckled: "I'm laughing at you!" In the past, people didn't talk much, and they always looked dull with a straight face, but now they are also verbose. ”

"I'm not a child, so you are so worried?"

"Go back quickly, or it will be late and we will have to worry about it."

"Now we are four people, you are only one, and you can't just deal with eating. If you have some leftover meat at home, don't forget to get it for yourself! I told you how to cook some simple meals, Lang Jun remembers? ”

Wen Chaoyan is really not a chef, he crossed his waist and scratched his head, looking embarrassed.

Jiang Wancheng was really helpless, but fortunately, he left some buns on the mountain, and he could deal with it for two days when it was hot.

Pushing him out of the stove room, Feng Lao kindly asked him to simply ride a donkey back, it is always convenient to come and go like this.

Wen Chaoyan did not refuse, and before dark, he finally left Zhaojia Village.

The residence is settled, although the house is rented, but the lights are lit, and the warm fire will always give people the feeling of home.

Feng Lao suggested that they should choose a name for the hut they were currently living in.

Otherwise, it is not appropriate for others to always regard this place as the ancestral house of Dr. Zhao's family.

Jiang Wancheng thought about it for a while, and first asked Feng Lao: "Does Master have a high opinion?" ”

Feng Lao stroked his beard, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Between the grass and trees." Do you have any ideas? ”

Jiang Wancheng blinked, didn't refuse, and said the name that popped up in her heart at the first moment: "What I think about is Sakurada Xiaoshe." Let the master laugh. ”

There is a cherry tree in front of the door, and there is a cottage in the middle of the countryside.

Feng Lao laughed: "Better than Master!" Si is a burrow, but Wu Dexin. Then let's call it Sakurada Kosha! ”

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

After digging a small hole in it with a mace, he found the pen and ink, and took the pen to write a cherry blossom character first.

Then he looked to the side, and Wen Erlang, who was standing with his hands behind his back and looking at the excitement.

"Erlang, tomorrow you are going to the academy to apprentice and officially enroll, let us test you today to see, how well you write?"

Wen Erlang was not modest, took the pen, and wrote down the word Tian 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, Feng Lao stopped him again.

"Give it to your sister."

Jiang Wancheng, who was also watching the excitement, pointed to herself in surprise: "...... me?" Master, I can't, I must be able to write like a ghost......"

Jiang Wancheng waved his hand again and again, Master's words were chic and elegant, Wen Erlang was square, and there was a ghost painting peach talisman below, then this 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.

The two years in the palace are not mentioned.

In Zhuangzi, although she has food and clothing, she can cook and chat with those aunts and sisters-in-law, occasionally play, and even learn to do embroidery, but it is only these few freedoms.

Zhuangzi seems to be his master, but it is really like an iron bucket, and everyone looks at her to death.

On the surface, those servants and maids treat her like a close family member, but in fact, all of them are real family members, and they must be regarded as a female prisoner who saves her life from the bottom of their hearts.

Jiang Wancheng can't read or write.

The only pen is to ask for the female red pen that He Xuan obtained.

She has wasted more than ten years of time, and in modern times, the hard pen writing is quite beautiful.

Feng Lao said: "Cheng'er, you can enlighten Sister Ya'er, how ugly can this word be?" Besides, as a teacher, you also need to know what your skills are, so you can consider whether to teach you to write first or start learning medical science......

Feng Lao smiled slowly, "Could it be that Cheng'er is still afraid that the handwriting will be ugly and make others laugh?" ”

Jiang Wancheng gritted his teeth.

Master's words have come to this point, and if she doesn't take the pen, she will be a little spineless.

Besides, what about the ugliness of what she wrote?

It's also her own brand, so it can be regarded as having her Jiang Wancheng's style.

Start writing.

The word 'small house' is actually flowing and done in one go.

After a pause, it is a very beautiful block letter!

Jiang Wancheng herself was stunned.

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

This...... How can it be!?

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

But the feeling of holding the pen for a moment seemed to have something controlling her wrist and strength, and the two words came to her hand......

She was full of doubts, and the other two were also amazed by her hand.

"Sister, this is hidden deeply. It seems that even Brother doesn't know about it, which is a bit interesting......"

Feng Lao stared at Jiang Wancheng even more: "Apprentice, you have a good hand, you can't do it without ten years of skills." You said before that you have amnesia, it seems that although people forget many things, their real skills are still engraved in their bones. ”

Is it?

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

Could it be that just that moment...... Is it really the mind of the original body that controls her?

The word has been written.

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

Because Wen Erlang wanted space to study, Feng Lao also had to have his own operating table, so the big room was left for the two of them to share.

Jiang Wancheng and Sister Ya'er slept in a smaller room.

In addition to the bed, there is also a large cage in their room, and a small dressing table, and there is even a box of skin-nourishing cream on the countertop!!

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

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

Sister Ya'er asked curiously, "Sister, what is this?" ”

Jiang Wancheng has not taken care of her skin since she crossed over, because of the difficult conditions.

Even if the original body's own conditions are good, she feels envious, but she can't bear the labor of these months, and it's winter, so her hands have become much rougher than before.

The face is not as smooth as before, and my mother has a good skin.

Although she is still white and tender, only she knows that it has deteriorated a lot.

Therefore, this thing that Wen Chaoyan secretly put for her for a while really sent it to her heart.

Throughout the ages, there was no woman who didn't like skincare products!

Jiang Wancheng opened it happily, and then explained to Sister Ya'er: "This is a baby that can make a girl stay young forever." Come, Sister Ya will also wipe a little bit to make your little face more tender and smooth. ”

The two girls happily took care of their skin together, and then lay down on the new bed.

At this time, the two of them missed their kang bed on Wushan a little.

However, although it was not so warm, the hunter was well prepared, and the mattress was covered with clean straw, so it was much softer to sleep than the kang.

Thinking that this room was full of Wen Chaoyan's arrangements, Jiang Wancheng felt indescribably down-to-earth.

Slowly closed his eyes, and after a while, fatigue hit, and the two fell asleep.