Traveling through the starry sky just for you, I was a koi in ancient times

In the west wing room.

Wang Jinyi first told the outline of the story, and then began to tell the story with description. Qingyu lowered his head and took notes carefully.

Whenever Wang Jinyi encountered a word that only existed in the previous life, he racked his brains to find a replacement. If he really couldn't think of one, he would explain the meaning and ask Qingyu to write it down, waiting for his mother to be a text editor to correct it.

While checking the supplies in the house, the wet nurse and Zhu Yu listened to their mistress vividly telling the story of a bird searching for itself and ultimately successfully completing its life transformation.

Under the corridor of the west wing.

Qing'er walked slowly, as if to check the cleaning of the west wing, and heard the voice coming from the room:

"Miss, did this gray bird find its family later?" Zhu Yu asked.

"Miss, Miss, will this bird fly back after it flies away?" This is what the nanny asked.

"Miss, are you just going to stop writing until the bird flies into the blue sky? You're not going to write any more?" This was Qingyu asking.

"I'll stop here first, and I'll listen to you read it."

While Qingyu was reading, Wang Jinyi was polishing and revising it until Qing'er came in and invited the young lady to have dinner in the main room.

Qing Er coughed twice but no one responded. She could only call out "Zhu Yu."

Then I heard: "Right, the little gray bird should find its mother and then come back!"

“I think so.”

"Do you want to write more later?"

"No."

"Miss, you didn't finish writing the story, you should finish telling it."

"Miss, do you want to add an ending?"

"No."

"don't want……"

Hearing the young lady's firm refusal, Qing'er was so angry. What was going on? A bunch of servants were not doing their jobs. They were surrounding their young lady and giving her orders. What were they doing? This was unbearable.

So Qing Er shouted loudly and harshly:

"Zhu Yu, do you still know what master and servant are?"

The four people who were fully engaged were stunned for a moment, and then quickly separated. Zhu Yu and the nurse hurried back to the couch and continued to count the items and put them back into the cabinet according to categories.

Qingyu also stood up quickly, not knowing what to do.

"Sit down and let's continue writing." A childish voice spoke.

Qingyu glanced at Qing'er and sat down, continuing to copy according to the lady's request. Qing'er walked to the desk and said with a smile:

"Miss, Madam invites you to dinner."

"Is it time to eat? Qingyu, follow me."

The wet nurse moved quickly like a shadowless man. If others had "shadowless feet", then my own wet nurse was the shadowless man. She always appeared behind me in time, picked me up from the chair, and carried me out of the threshold of the west wing.

The mother was sitting at the dining table waiting for her daughter. Ever since Qingyu came to get the yellow and white paper, the mother had guessed her daughter's intention.

Wait and see what kind of story Wang Jinyi can come up with, or what kind of story it can be written in. When Qingyu handed the story that took more than an hour to write to her mother.

Before she even read the contents, the mother was a little surprised. Seeing the pages filled with writing, she was a little unbelievable. Could this child really describe a complete story? Could he explain his dream clearly?

With doubts, the mother originally wanted to take a quick look at the book before dinner, so she just flipped through it casually. As a result, she really read the story and found that the child wrote it quite well. It has reached the stage of revision and polishing.

The mother examined her daughter as she read.

"Qingyu, did you write all this?"

"Madam, it was the young lady who spoke, and I was responsible for taking notes. The young lady cannot write."

"You all go down."

Only the mother and daughter were left in the room. The mother first asked her daughter to tell her dream, and then compared the contents of the transcript and corrected the words that Wang Jinyi was unsure about.

By comparing the two, I told the child about the shortcomings and also pointed out the parts that should be added, letting Wang Jinyi think about it herself. If she didn't understand, I gave her some inspiration and guided her daughter's way of thinking.

In this way, the two of them walked from the setting sun to the zenith of the moon, and the mother and daughter were both very interested.

Qing'er reminded softly, "Madam, the young lady hasn't eaten yet."

The mother discovered that her child was still hungry and it was indeed time to eat.

After dinner, the mother took her daughter out and walked towards the west wing. The candlelight in the east wing was bright, casting a shadow. The brother was still in the academy and had not returned yet. That figure should be Ouyang Wenche.

The mother held her daughter's hand and looked toward the east wing. Then she slowly squatted down, pointed at the figure under the candlelight and said:

"There are always people in this world who are naturally smart and work very hard. Do you know what we should do?"

Wang Jin thought: I should tell Wang Wendong this. In this world, women have almost no chance to work for society except to serve as court ladies in the palace. What's the point of working hard?!

The mother seemed to see through her daughter's heart.

"Jin'er, do you think girls can be lazy? If you don't work hard to learn etiquette, you will be despised by your relatives; if you don't work hard to learn literature, you won't be able to teach your children well; if you don't work hard to learn women's work, you will be laughed at by your husband's family...

In fact, these are secondary. What is more terrible is that you get used to not working hard. If you don’t work hard, you will want to take shortcuts. If you pass this bad habit on to your descendants, it will cause endless harm!

No matter how smart we are, we must not give up trying. My dear Jin'er, do you remember? "

Wang Jinyi deeply agrees with her mother's concept. Of course, she will work hard to live up to her mother's kindness in raising her in this life. She will work even harder to live up to her love in the previous life.

"Work hard! Work hard! Work hard!" Important things should be said three times.

Seeing her daughter clenching her two little fists, waving them and shouting that she must work hard, the mother smiled with satisfaction.

Yun Wu and Yun Liu, who were hiding in the darkness of the east wing corridor, looked at each other. They both clearly heard the hostess of the Wang family educating a three-year-old child that the only way to live is to work hard.

I thought it was a futile effort, but I never expected that the soft and cute little one would actually listen attentively, understand the parents' intentions, and finally shout firmly that he would work hard.

I heard that the Wang family is a family of pure literati, and their tradition is to pass down poetry and books from generation to generation, so they will definitely teach their children to read.

But what the guards didn't expect was that the 3-year-old child was already starting education and studying from morning to night. Such a little kid was very obedient and didn't seem to understand what a child's unreasonable behavior was. He even collected the bills by himself during the day and wanted to set up his own accounts. It was a bit unbelievable.

The guards felt a little more respect for the Wang family in their hearts.

From that night on, the night guards with the prefix "Yun" discovered that the Wang family was indeed a family that "governed the family with learning."

Even the three-year-old girl in the family was strictly required to study hard. Before going to bed, the three-year-old child would listen to the maid reporting the accounts and learn to be a housekeeper.

At dawn, the wet nurse woke up the sleepy little girl, packed up and went to pay her respects to her mother. The mother and daughter reviewed what they had learned the day before.

The servants in the courtyard often heard the young lady reciting softly. Sometimes it was the sound of adults and children reciting together.

The sounds of the servants sweeping the floor early in the morning became very quiet, for fear of disturbing their young lady's studies.

When the male owner of the house was not at home, Ouyang Wenche no longer appeared in the yard. Every time it was time to eat, Ouyang would eat in the east wing by himself.

Sometimes, the mother and daughter would see Ouyang Wenche standing alone in the corridor of the east wing. Both sides would greet each other from a distance and not disturb each other.

Wang Jinyi deliberately avoided everyone in the East Wing. Since he knew what was going on, there was no need to test them anymore. As long as they were in peace, everything would be fine.

Apart from paying their respects to their grandmother in her upper room as usual, both mother and daughter were very busy and had no free time.

Wang Jinyi was almost living the same life as in her previous life. She would start to recite her lessons at 7:00 a.m., then have breakfast. After that, she would study cultural subjects, and was still in the enlightenment stage.

This is the most relaxing moment of Wang Jinyi's day. All she has to do is listen quietly and attentively.

After lunch, I started to learn to keep accounts, manage household affairs, and classify accounts. Then I looked at the Qingyuhui account, counted it every month, and learned to estimate consumption...

These practices require extremely life experience and knowledge.

These messy accounts are what Wang Jinyi dislikes the most, but they can be very useful for future housekeeping. Wang Jinyi took out the patience he had in his previous life and the high school entrance examination to face them.

It was evening, the time Wang Jinyi looked forward to every day, to tell her dream!

Now Qingyu has stepped aside and it is her mother who is taking notes. The mother and daughter often write until lighted.

Such a busy life is both regular and beautiful, because there is hope ahead.

Since Wang Jinyi was unable to go out, the only way for Chen Zhiyuan to know or see it was by spreading her name or words.

Whenever she thought of this, Wang Jinyi felt full of hope.

The sun was hurriedly shuttling through the clouds, with no time to pay attention to the changing shadows of the clouds cast on the ground. The spring breeze was blowing through the branches, leaping happily through the treetops, and there was no more fluffy hair fluttering, because Wang Jinyi was very busy and had no time to play crazy in the yard anymore.

It is often said that belief is the propellant that drives behavior.

In the past few days, with the help of her mother, Wang Jinyi has written down all the stories from her previous life that are suitable for adaptation.

After sorting them out, the following appeared: The story of "Ugly Bird" adapted from "The Ugly Duckling"; "The Story of Flower Girl" adapted from "The Princess and the Pea". "The Snail Girl" was adapted into "The Pearl Girl". The punishment for lying was adapted into "The Punishment of Lying". "The Magic Brush of Ma Liang" was adapted into "The Painting Maniac". Based on the writing style of The Lion King, it was adapted into "The Growth of Swallow".

The mother and daughter entered a period of vigorous creation with unprecedented enthusiasm. The mother even forgot the time, and Wang Jinyi also forgot the promise she made to Wang Yueyi - the dream would be left to Yueer.

The mother and daughter quickly accumulated Wang Jinyi's dreams at the rate of one story per day, and the mother copied them into a book.

Looking at the growing number of storybooks, the mother's heart was filled with happiness and satisfaction.

My daughter, this is my daughter's small achievement. This is also a reflection of my value as a mother!

Qing'er was a little worried watching the mother and daughter writing stories like crazy, and kept trying to remind them that a father and son from the second house who were going to school would have another ten-day holiday.

The mother, still immersed in her creative passion, arranged for the servants to clean up and prepare for the return of the father and son after their ten-day vacation.

The mother shifted most of her energy to Wang Jinyi. She wanted to use herself to keep the father around. Her daughter needed some academic help, and there was no female tutor in the family. The father's education and support became the mother's excuse to keep the father around.

Wang Jinyi saw through the situation but didn't say anything because she felt sorry for her mother and was also worried about what to do if this trick didn't work.

Will my mother stop recording stories for me from now on?