Time Travel: My whole family is a villain

cold winter.

It was cold and windy.

It's slightly cold at home.

early morning.

Jiang Mianmian woke up.

She realized that she was sleeping on her stomach and turned over.

Then I saw my father sitting in front of the window writing.

It suddenly occurred to me that when I was a medical student, the teacher taught me how to praise others.

"We have all cut open other people, from appearance to essence."

Jiang Mianmian looked at her father carefully. His jawline was very sharp, but not wide, because his face was very thin, and the skin and flesh were close to the mandible. The angle was perfect and there was no need to cut or fill it.

The connection between the base of Dad's profile and his forehead is very obvious. When Dad frowns a little, the muscles on his face will gather together, giving the impression that his eyebrows are slightly frowned but his emotions are very deep, making people unable to help but care about him.

Dad’s eyes are narrow and slightly red at the inner canthus, a typical peach blossom-phoenix eye.

The inner corners of his eyes are very deep, so there is no need to open the corners of his eyes. Naturally, it feels like he is a very affectionate person. When he is thinking, his eyes are slightly narrowed, and he looks charming and tactful.

The white part of my father's eyes happens to be a little bit longer, so when he is silent, he will be very domineering and arrogant.

Jiang Mianmian looked at her father in a daze and stayed on the bed for a while. She subconsciously twirled her fingers, thinking that it was over.

Now that I'm a kid, it's okay to squish my fingers and drink some spiritual spring to wake up my brain.

When I grow up, if I also twitch my fingers, I will be regarded as mentally retarded.

You should still exercise restraint in the future and avoid being verbose when no one is around.

Hearing the noise, Jiang Changtian turned around.

When he saw his little girl lying on the bed and twirling her fingers seriously, a smile naturally appeared on his face.

"Nanny is awake." He stood up and came over.

He reached out and picked up his daughter.

Jiang Mianmian fell into her father's warm arms.

Very happy.

Not only can handsome guys be looked at, but they can also be hugged.

"Dad, let me dress you."

Jiang Changtian held the baby in one hand and turned over the small clothes on the bedside with the other.

Jiang Mianmian pointed at the little jacket and said, "Dad, I want to wear that."

The baby's soft voice makes me drool if I speak slowly, but I am very serious.

Jiang Changtian respected his daughter's choice and took a small jacket to put on for her.

She put on a small jacket and a small cotton robe with slits. Xia Mei said that Mian Mian had planned it herself. She might have been wrestling in small skirts, so she asked Xia Mei to sew up the bottom of the skirt, like Adults' underpants are the same, but it doesn't matter for babies.

After putting it on, the legs can be separated and there is no need to worry about tripping.

It's just that it's a bit troublesome to pull daddy. You can't just squat down and you have to take off your cotton robe.

It's not a big problem, his Mianmian has never put her baby in her robe, it's very clean.

After putting on his robe, Jiang Changtian took out a small wooden comb to comb his little girl's hair.

In the past, when I was busy and running around, I rarely had time to spend with my children like this.

He was very patient. His little girl's hair was good and not tangled, but she felt a little bald on her forehead and back of her head. However, Jiang Changtian didn't say anything. Although his girl was very young, she seemed to already love beauty.

The whole family is her, and she has to choose her own clothes. (Jiang Feng, Jiang Yu...did we have any choice at that time? We only had one set of clothes.)

Xia Mei said that her little girl knew how to embroider bags and flowers on her clothes at such a young age.

Jiang Changtian tied two upturned braids on his daughter's hair, which looked like wild onion flowers, very cute.

Then he took a wet handkerchief to wash her face and wipe her hands, and wiped her daughter's scratchy fingers again. While wiping them, she warned: "We, Mianmian, are beautiful little girls. We can't eat our fingers anymore, okay?"

Jiang Mianmian nodded solemnly: "Yeah, I won't eat it, I won't eat my hand."

She blushed slightly.

Fetal transfusion is a bit of an adult memory, but the memory will always fade away.

And she is indeed a baby, always acting unconsciously according to her body's instincts.

Because everything in front of you is alive, existing, and real.

"Where's grandma?" Jiang Mianmian asked curiously.

"Aniang took the ladies in the village to work. I'll be back later," Jiang Changtian said.

Sister Yu also went out with Xia Mei.

Brother Feng takes the young adults in the village to practice swordsmanship.

Instead, he was left at home to take care of the baby.

He dressed and cleaned the baby, then carried her and brushed her two millet teeth, which had just appeared, before taking her to eat.

There is hot egg custard in the pot, and there are minced meat and wild vegetables in the custard.

At home, Sister Yu and Brother Feng both like to eat meat, and Xia Mei also likes to eat meat. Mianmian is actually a bit picky about eating. She will eat a little meat, but she must also eat some vegetables.

Much like him, he actually prefers to eat vegetables.

The girl was easy to take care of. He brought out the custard and a bowl of boiled goat milk.

This dairy goat was originally sold to Master Liu, but now that Master Liu has died, it has returned to their home.

The goat's milk smells fishy, ​​and even the gluttonous Sister Yu doesn't like it that much.

Xia Mei is very busy these days, and the little girl is not willing to drink breast milk.

So goat milk became the little girl's meal again, four times a day, one bowl at breakfast and lunch, and one bowl before going to bed.

If there is more goat milk, Qin Luoxia will let her husband drink it.

Anyway, this dairy goat raises the two fairest people in the family.

Jiang Mianmian closed her eyes and drank the goat's milk. She didn't want to become a dwarf. In ancient times, it was easy to be nutritionally unbalanced, and people died early at this time. Everyone who had money wanted to study immortality.

She should start keeping in good health from a young age and drink more milk every day so that she can grow taller.

After finishing her breakfast, her supervising father also drank a bowl of goat's milk. Jiang Mianmian raised her head, waiting for her father to wipe the milk stains from the corners of her mouth with a handkerchief.Then he slid off the chair and swayed his legs.

The legs are hers, and so is her brain, but she doesn't control them very well.

If you're not careful, you'll still hit the street.

She fell down several times while practicing walking.

It's not easy for babies to grow up. Fortunately, in winter, they wear thick clothes and it doesn't hurt if they fall.

It's too cold to play outside.

After Jiang Mianmian finished eating, she staggered a few steps in front of her father, then sat down and started playing with building blocks. She asked her brother to make them, and she cut the wood with his sword. shape, and then she spent her time on her own.

Sometimes the wood block was far away and she was too lazy to carry it, so there were little ants who helped her move it.

After Jiang Changtian took care of the child, he continued to write.

Jiang Mianmian played for a while and felt bored. She got up hard, staggered and touched the wall, and walked to her father.

Jiang Changtian saw his little girl coming over, picked her up and put her in his arms.

"Do you want to learn Chinese calligraphy, too?"

Jiang Mianmian shook her head: "I miss my father, but I don't want to learn."

Jiang Changtian smiled: "Then just sit down and I'll play with you after my father finishes writing these things."

Jiang Mianmian nodded.

Sitting in my father's arms, I watched my father write with a brush carefully.

She was curious about what her father wrote?

Her father didn't want to take the first prize exam, well, she knew that her father couldn't take the exam.

Seeing the densely packed characters in front of her, most of them were traditional Chinese characters, she wailed inwardly, most likely she still had to learn them.

I can only guess at half of the similar words and become illiterate again.

"Experiences in the Art of Controlling the People"

[-]. Fooling the people: Unify their thoughts, lure them with benefits, and make promises.

[-]. Weak people: light rewards and heavy punishments.

[-]. Weary people: looking for things for the people and being exhausted from running around, so that the people have no time to take care of other things.

[-]. Insulting the people: losing dignity and instigating mutual reporting and exposure.

[-]. Poor people: except for the necessities of life, deprived of their remaining money and wealth.

Six or five, if they are ineffective, kill them. (Note 1)

Jiang Mianmian was so surprised that her chubby hand slapped onto the paper.

The ink stain of "Kill" smeared and her hands were stained with ink.

Dad grabbed her little hand and carefully wiped it with a cloth. While wiping it, he said, "Nanny, do you also want to learn to write? Wait until your hands are steadier, and I will teach you how to write. Be good."

After wiping it clean, Dad kissed the palm of her hand.

Jiang Mianmian looked up at her father blankly.

She burped: "Fog!"

Grass!

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(Note 1, source from Shang Yang’s "Book of Shang Jun")