The fake daughter is so crazy! After going to the countryside, she is spoiled by a rough man every d

I don’t know how much time had passed, but I could hear the rustling of wind, the chirping of insects and the singing of birds.

Everything is so quiet, peaceful and tranquil.

“Did I write that correctly?”

During the silence, Zhou Qian'an looked at He Jing's handwriting, which was written very seriously and carefully.

He was afraid that his handwriting was too ugly.

Embarrass yourself in front of her.

However, the written words were still crooked, like a drunk person who could not stand steadily.

Zhou Qian'an regretted very much why he didn't study hard and write well back then.

"Right." His handwriting was no different from that of a dog paddling, but He Jing felt that for someone who hadn't written for a long time, it was already pretty good to be able to write like this.

She can't be too picky.

but……

"Practice more in the future." He Jing added, "Especially signing."

"A person's name reflects his character, and his handwriting reflects his personality." Before Zhou Qian'an could refuse, He Jing interrupted him.

Zhou Qi’an: “…”

"If you don't want to embarrass yourself in business in the future, then don't practice." He Jing saw that he was reluctant and sighed silently.

Zhou Qi'an looked at his own handwriting, then at hers, feeling a little unwilling, "How long would it take to write like you?"

"I have been practicing since I was a child." He Jing replied.

After getting married in her previous life, He Jing spent most of her time practicing calligraphy when she had nothing to do.

Fountain pen calligraphy, brush calligraphy.

She practices cursive script, official script, running script and regular script.

What you want to think about is meditation.

Zhou Qian was silent again.

"Write more, you'll get the feeling." He Jing patted his shoulder, "As I said just now, the handwriting reflects the person."

"You have your own style, you don't have to learn from mine."

Zhou Qianan raised his eyebrows, pursed his lips and thought about it. It wasn't that difficult. "I'll try my best. I'll write when I have time."

"Ah."

After the casual chat, He Jing started teaching.

Start with the simplest pinyin, teach one by one, and then the commonly used characters...

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That night.

Before dinner, Xu Zhaodi came to He Jing and quietly asked, "What did Zhou Qi'an give you at noon?"

He Jing groaned, then shook her head, "I didn't give you anything."

"It's such a big box. I saw it." Xu Zhaodi thought she was shy, so she nudged her with her elbow and gave her a 'smile that everyone understands', then said: "Zhou Qian'an treats you well. He keeps all the good things for you."

He Jing was silent for a moment. She couldn't hide the fact that there were books at home. "It's not a good thing either."

"I asked him to find the high school textbook for me."

Xu Zhaodi was stunned when she heard this.

High school textbooks?

This can’t be eaten, what’s the point of having it?

"Uh..." Xu Zhaodi didn't quite understand.

He Jing explained, “There’s nothing to do when I’m free at home.”

“I just want to learn.”

Xu Zhaodi doesn't think she has free time, she is very busy.

After work, I either cut grass to feed the pigs, cook, or wash dishes.

A little later, the men and children have taken a bath, and the clothes need to be washed.

In winter, you can wait until morning to wash your clothes, but in summer, after sweating, if you leave your clothes overnight, they will definitely be covered with mold spots, which is very ugly.

She had to ask the man to fetch water, wash it early and hang it up to dry.

After finishing all these, Xu Zhaodi still had to make cattail shoes, mend clothes, and do countless miscellaneous tasks.

That is to say, He Jing is young, unmarried, and has little work to do.

Once she gets married, she won’t have any free time.

But Xu Zhaodi would not tell He Jing these words.

"It's okay, just learn if you want to." Xu Zhaodi laughed it off.

The next morning.

It started to rain lightly.

Everyone in the He family got up. The family split into several groups and after washing up, they all sat in the main room, waiting for breakfast.

Xu Zhaodi was busy making porridge while He Jing was frying sour beans nearby.

Before putting the sour beans into the pot, add a handful of dried chilies to stir-fry the spiciness. Then the sour beans are put into the pot, and they are sour and spicy.

Xu Zhaodi, who was burning fire at the stove nearby, choked and sneezed several times, tears streaming down her face. "It's really choking."

“This is really tasty.”

Just imagine how it will taste like when you eat porridge with such fragrant sour beans.

Xu Zhaodi couldn't help but shake her head and exclaim in admiration.

Then, Xu Zhaodi thought of the sour beans she brought back last time. Those bad boys from her mother’s family were about to fight over a few sour beans.

Xu Zhaodi laughed, and suddenly she thought of something. She turned to look at the door, but didn't see anyone else. Then she said to He Jing, "Jingjing, you don't know."

"You made sour beans, but someone sold them privately." Xu Zhaodi curled her lips. If it weren't for her uncle who worked in the production team, and if her father-in-law and mother-in-law didn't approve of it.

She wanted to try it.

"Isn't it a barter?" He Jing was surprised, but not because someone was selling sour beans, but because Xu Zhaodi knew about it.

"I just told my mother's family about the method, how could they make it so quickly?" Xu Zhaodi shook her head and waved her hands, "It must be that someone in our village learned the method, made up their mind, and sold it to the next village."

"I heard that they didn't need tickets, and a big bowl cost three cents. I don't know how many bowls they sold."

He Jing was silent for a moment. Zhou Qi'an sold the first batch of sour beans for 18 cents...

It doesn't make money.

Xu Zhaodi was still muttering, but He Jing didn't pay any attention.

…………

Another car came to Hekou Village.

When the villagers saw this, they all stopped what they were doing and looked over.

He Fangfang, sitting in the car, looked at the people in the field looking at her eagerly, raised the corners of her lips proudly, straightened her back and sat upright.

But the village roads are full of stones.

Bumpy and uneven.

He Fangfang's back, which had just been straightened, was bent down in an instant, and the smile on the corners of her mouth fell.

"Driving in the village is a hassle." He Fangfang rolled her eyes, completely forgetting that a few months ago, she was still living in Hekou Village and walked on such country roads every day.

There is a lot of cow dung on the road.

The driver didn't want to dirty his wheels and wanted to avoid it, but the village road was so wide that there was no way but to run over it.

The driver's face looked extremely ugly.

"Go forward about ten meters and turn left." He Fangfang was so shaken that she had lost her temper. She leaned lazily on the back of the chair and looked out the window.

The sky is blue, the clouds are white, and the sun is shining.

But it’s really nice weather.

I don’t know what He Jing is like now.

He Fangfang suddenly narrowed her eyes and remembered what happened in her previous life.

Although she was found.

But He Jianjun and his wife were still as good to He Jing as ever, and even let He Jing marry Jiang Jiayuan, her original fiancé!

In this life, He Fangfang recovered her memories from her previous life, and no matter what she said, it was impossible for He Jing to stay.

He Fangfang wants to take back everything that belongs to her!

The car stopped.

We have arrived at the He family’s door.

He Fangfang immediately straightened her back, waited for the driver to get out of the car, opened the door for her, and then got out leisurely.