Chapter 33 I have never written such ugly words

The Lin family and the village head's family are in-laws and have a good relationship. The villagers give in to the Lin family in everything they do, for fear that the two families will join forces to make things difficult for them.

Shang Wan was the first person in the village who dared to slap the Lin family in the face, and the Lin family didn't dare to say a word.

Li Xiaoshan instantly turned into Shang Wan's little fanboy, calling her "sister" all the time, so sweetly.

Li Dashan asked curiously, "Mrs. Shang, do you know martial arts?"

Shang Wan waved his hand, "I only know a little bit of Kung Fu, it's not worth mentioning."

Li Dashan: "..."

You call kung fu that's so fast you can't even see its afterimage "three-legged cat kung fu"?

Shang Wanzhen didn't think she was good at martial arts. This was the result of genetic evolution, a natural ability for a supernatural being, and had nothing to do with martial arts.

If she knew martial arts, she wouldn't have failed to control her strength last night and almost flattened Liu's head.

She remembered how her son was pinched and beaten by Liu. Last night, while Village Chief Lin went to the Chen family to help, she sneaked into the Lin family and beat Liu up under the quilt.

Poor Liu fainted from the pain and didn't even see what the murderer looked like.

The Lin family suspected that Shang Wan did it. Shang Wan was the only one in the whole village who was so cruel and ruthless, but they had no evidence and could only swallow this loss for the time being.

Shang Wan brought the Li brothers back home, and Xiaohuan had just finished giving Xiaohui a bath.

Yuanyuan always likes to cuddle with Xiaohui. Xiaohuan is worried that Xiaohui’s fur will get dirty and make Yuanyuan sick, so she can only boil water to give it a bath every two days.

Xiao Hui was so reluctant to take a bath, but he dared not not take a bath. After being forced to take a bath, he would lie on the big stone slab with his eyes closed to let his fur dry in the sun.

Li Xiaoshan leaned over and wanted to touch it, but Xiao Hui bared his fangs in dissatisfaction, as if he would bite off anyone's hand or claws if the kid dared to reach out.

Li Xiaoshan had to withdraw his hand regretfully and ran to watch Yuanyuan and the little turtle's crawling competition on the cushion.

A round wooden stick with a thick blanket draped over it was placed across the door of the west wing, serving as a door panel.

"Brother Li, this is the door." Shang Wan put away the thick blanket and made room for Li Dashan to measure.

Li Dashan took out a ruler and began to measure.

He was over 1.9 meters tall, and when he stood there he was almost as tall as the door frame.

Lu Chengjing drank the medicine and lay on the kang. He was just beginning to feel sleepy when he vaguely heard Shang Wan's voice and opened his eyes again. He sat up and turned his head to see a tall and strong figure blocking the door tightly.

Who is this?

Shang Wan's voice came from outside the door, "Brother Li, how much is a door panel?"

"Eight cents of silver." Li Dashan answered while looking at the person who sat up from the kang. He felt that the person looked familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere.

Lu Chengjing also felt that Li Dashan looked familiar. After thinking for a moment, he matched Li Dashan's face with the more childish face in his memory and asked, "But Li Dashan?"

"You are... Xiao Jing?" A delicate little face flashed through Li Dashan's mind, and his mouth dropped open in surprise. "The Xiao Jing who is prettier than a girl?"

Lu Chengjing: "..."

The latter sentence is quite redundant!

"When did you come back?" Li Dashan walked over excitedly. "Aren't you the young master of the Lu family in the city? Why are you back in the village?"

"It's a long story." Lu Chengjing looked behind him and saw Shang Wan smiling at him meaningfully.

This woman heard it all.

Being prettier than girls is definitely a dark history.

Before Lu Chengjing got angry, Shang Wan's smile faded a little, but she couldn't help teasing him, "It turns out that my husband has been good-looking since he was a child. I got a great bargain."

Lu Chengjing's ears turned red when he heard this, but it was hidden by his hair.

The honest man Li Dashan looked at Shang Wan and then at Lu Chengjing, and reacted a little slowly, "Xiao Jing, is this wheelchair made for you? What's wrong with your leg?"

"I'm injured. I've asked Brother Yuan to see him. I need some time to recuperate." Lu Chengjing avoided the main point.

Li Dashan was obviously unconvinced, and Shang Wan responded at the right moment, "Doctor Yuan said that my husband's legs need to be healed for half a year, and a wheelchair would be more convenient."

Li Dashan didn't ask any further questions. Shang Wan gave him the money for the door panel. Knowing that he was busy, he didn't try to keep him and sent him out of the yard.

Li Xiaoshan was acting as a referee for the round little turtle and refused to go with his brother.

"Come back before dinner." Li Dashan glared at his brother, saying, "You are not allowed to eat at someone else's house!"

Li Xiaoshan curled his lips and said, "I understand. I'll play for a while and then go back."

The two children were having a great time playing with the little turtle. Xiao Huan watched from the side, but Shang Wan ignored them. She moved the large table out of the living room, found some charcoal from the kitchen stove, spread out some white paper, and began to paint.

Her painting skills were acquired through actual combat experience. The most common paintings she drew were portraits of her comrades, followed by those strange mutant plants and beasts.

Now his wheelchair drawing looks pretty good, at least Shang Wan is quite satisfied with it.

After marking the dimensions, Shang Wan threw the charcoal block and clapped his hands, saying, "Done!"

Xiaohuan came over to take a look and pointed at the markings, asking in confusion, "Sister, what are these? Are they patterns?"

Shang Wan: I was careless. The original owner didn’t have such a thing as Arabic numerals in his memory.

She explained simply, "This is a number I read in a miscellaneous book. It can be used for accounting."

"I didn't know there were such characters." Xiao Huan sighed, then asked the key question, "Sister, can Brother Li understand these numbers?"

Shang Wan: Of course I don’t understand.

She patted her head, realizing that these things she was used to were exposed without her noticing.

"Go get some pen and ink." Shang Wan remembered that Xiaohuan and Shitou could both read. If they could read, they should be able to write, right?

It turns out that some things cannot be taken for granted.

Xiaohuan could indeed write, but she could only write her own name. For a maid like her, it was already remarkable that she could recognize a few words.

Shang Wan guessed that Shitou was at a similar level, so he could only take the drawing paper into the house to find Lu Chengjing.

Xiao Huan looked at Shang Wan's back and murmured doubtfully, "Why don't you write it yourself?"

Shang Wan heard it, but pretended not to hear it, so he must not have heard it.

After listening to Shang Wan's request, Lu Chengjing put down the book in his hand and said, "I have never written with my left hand."

"Then let's start from now." Shang Wan handed him the brush. "It doesn't have to be very beautiful, as long as it's recognizable."

Lu Chengjing said helplessly: "You have to give me a piece of paper to practice on first."

The woman spent nearly an hour painting this picture, and she was not afraid that her hand would shake and ruin the painting.

Hearing this, Shang Wan picked up the waste paper and spread all the usable ones on the kang table, and reminded, "The waste paper is all here, you seize the opportunity."

Lu Chengjing also knew that things were different now. His family was still waiting for money to build a new house, so he had to save money where possible.

After using up most of the waste paper, Lu Chengjing's left-handed handwriting was finally readable.

Of course, it’s what Shang Wan sees.

Shang Wan thinks that words are just symbols that record and convey information, and it is enough to be able to recognize them.

Lu Chengjing was devastated. He had never written such ugly characters since he first held a pen at the age of three!

Suddenly, Xiaohuan's voice came from outside the door: "Sister, come out and take a look, there's something wrong with the little turtle!"

(End of this chapter)