Time Travel: My whole family is a villain

it's dark.

The kitchen is an important battlefield for a woman in charge of the house.

There were banging noises from time to time in the kitchen.

Jiang Xiaoyu rushed down the mountain to borrow some seasonings, rushed to the base of the wall to pull out some wild onions, and was busy.

Torches were lit in the yard, and a kind of grass powder was also lit.

Surrounded by a light herbal fragrance, it can repel mosquitoes.

Mosquitoes at night are very poisonous.

The two fair and tender young heroes will be bitten all over their bodies.

Jiang Mianmian waited for the meal with the young heroes.

The amazing thing is that she is now in the arms of the square-faced young hero.

This square-faced young lady is actually very experienced in holding babies. The curve of her back is very comfortable when supported, not as stiff as the other young warrior.

Meng Shaoxia had rich experience in holding babies in her maternal ancestral home.

Because there are many children in the aunt and uncle's family, they will let him go through the process, hoping that he will be lucky in the future and change the fate of a single generation in the family.

Feeling comfortable, Jiang Mianmian's movements became much richer, pumping her fists, kicking her legs, and turning her head to look for her little ants.

Watch the elder brother sweep the floor for a while.

Because Master He had to teach him how to write.

After He Chen looked at the extremely simple bedroom, he really felt sorry for Jiang Feng.

It's a pity that a member of the Han family can actually read and write.

Brother Jiang said that his father worked in the Pharmaceutical Preparation Department and knew some pharmacology. He thought his father was a doctor.

Jiang Feng was so powerful that he could knock off Brother Meng's sword with a firewood stick, but he couldn't point it out.

But he can read.

But the Jiang family didn't have extra pen and paper.

Jiang Feng had no choice but to go to the firewood pile and pull out a wooden stick, and use the wooden stick instead of paper and pen to write.

Jiang Feng swept the ground clean and smoothed it.

Make a space in the box and hold the firewood stick in your hand.

Meng Shaoxia held the baby and watched on the side. The young master hugged the family's child and immediately blended in with the family easily. It was a perfect fit.

He felt that Brother Jiang looked a little familiar at this moment.

Brother Jiang also looked like this when he had a sword duel with him just now.

He no longer acted casually, his eyes changed and he became very serious and focused.

Jiang Feng said with some embarrassment: "I haven't written for a long time, and my writing is not good."

He Chen encouraged loudly: "It doesn't matter. I learned calligraphy when I was three years old. I practice calligraphy for an hour every day regardless of the cold or summer. You don't need to compete with me, just write what you want to write."

He said he was very proud, because the He family in Qingzhou was originally the leader of literati in the world.

He has already passed the second prize, and during this trip, he is preparing to win the top spot next time, and strive to win another three yuan disciple from the He family.

The number one name that others think is out of reach, in the He family, is just a word of encouragement between uncle and nephew.

His uncle was the number one scholar back then.

Jiang Feng looked around his home.

Finally his eyes fell on the two horses.

The horse is beautiful, not fat, but feels powerful.

The horse didn't fit in with his family.

So he wrote on the dirt with a stick:

"This horse is an extraordinary horse, Fangxing is actually a star."

He Chen admired it with a smile and nodded slightly. Yes, although it is simple and straightforward, it is already a good poem.

Watch Brother Jiang continue to write:

"Knocking the thin bones forward still has the sound of copper." (Note 1)

He Chen paused in nodding.

He opened his mouth several times and closed it again.

And He Chen wanted to give Jiang Feng some advice, but he was stunned for a long time when he looked at this word and this poem.

The handwriting is a bit rusty, it really looks like I haven't practiced it often.

But the force of each word penetrated the mud and hit you hard.

Brother Jiang is writing about horses.

should be.

But this poem is like the words spoken by the elders in his family.

Every sentence talks about a horse, but every sentence is not a horse.

He Chen closed his mouth, his handsome face a little heavy.

He looked around at the dilapidated huts, mud floors and walls, with dogs barking and insects chirping.

"Knocking the thin bones forward still has the sound of copper!"

He Chen suddenly seemed to see the clanking bronze bones in the young man's old linen robe that was not long enough.

I saw countless people swinging sticks on the bronze bones, and the sound of bronze echoed, which was heart-shaking.

He looked up at the sky.

The sky is filled with stars.

He was once arrogant, thinking that there were only eight fights in the world and he had one fight all to himself.

But in this poor little house, this boy didn't have a pen or paper, but the poem he wrote made his face hurt.

At this moment, he thought that he traveled around the world and saw the people he wanted to see. This was the biggest gain from this trip.

He didn't comment, but said: "Brother Jiang, I will go back tomorrow, are you willing to go back to Qingzhou with me?"

Meng Shaoxia was anxious. Brother He actually robbed someone. Isn't it enough that so many poor women were given to him along the way? !

"Brother Jiang, come with me to the capital. You are good at martial arts, so it would be appropriate for you to come to my house."

"Go to Qingzhou, you have literary talent, don't waste it."

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(Note 1: This poem was written by Li He in the Tang Dynasty:

"23 Horse Poems·Part [-]"

This horse is an extraordinary horse, and the house star is the native star.

Knocking the thin bones forward still has the sound of copper. )