Su Jiaoniang transmigrated into a book, becoming the mother of the big villain from an ancient melodrama—a paranoid, ruthless, and sadistic man.
In the book, the big villain is a notoriously ...
"Is it okay? Is it okay?" Xiao Ya grabbed Lu Wujiu's big hand, trying her best to act cute and adorable.
Lu Wujiu almost couldn't withstand the pressure.
I almost agreed on the spot!
Su Jiaoniang chuckled, "She hasn't even mastered Wing Chun, and she can't even kill a chicken in the kitchen! I was just kidding, but Futu needs to rest for two days!"
“Yes!” Lu Wujiu nodded.
Two days of rest? How can you possibly have two days of rest?
Some things are in our hands, but we need to keep following up and making adjustments.
"I can kill the chicken!" the little girl insisted.
I walked towards the kitchen.
After taking two steps, she turned back and reached out to take Lu Wujiu's hand.
"I really do know how to kill chickens!"
Lu Wujiu watched Xiaoya's actions with a smile on his face.
The two went to the kitchen.
Xiao Ya took out a kitchen knife, stared at the caged chicken with wide eyes, and gestured with the knife towards the chicken coop.
The chickens inside started trembling!
The little girl outside was also trembling.
The scene of my mother killing someone that day flashed through my mind. My mother was a very ruthless killer.
One cut, one kill.
Mother kills people, she kills chickens.
As the daughter of such a powerful mother, she can't be too weak.
I've mentally adjusted my thoughts countless times.
Xiao Ya slowly opened the chicken coop and pinched her mother's wing.
He brandished the kitchen knife in his hand.
He chopped at the chicken's neck.
Let's go down together.
The chicken flew away.
The knife fell to the ground.
...
Xiao Ya sniffed and reached out to touch her eyes.
She ran towards Lu Wujiu and reached out to hug his leg.
"Waaah..." Little Ya was very sad; she felt she was too stupid.
Honestly, I can't do anything right.
I saw someone kill a chicken.
They can't kill them!
What else can she do?
The more Xiaoya thought about it, the sadder she became, and she hugged Lu Wujiu's leg and started crying.
Lu Wujiu picked the person up and placed them on his arm.
A seven-year-old girl is already a big girl, and she shouldn't be held like this, but when she cries, it's just too heartbreaking.
If you want a hug, then give me a hug!
He reached out and patted the little girl on the back: "Everyone has their strengths and weaknesses. The little girl's strength is in painting. If she specializes in it, she might become someone like Wu Daozi in the future!"
As for killing people, chickens, and cabbages...
Then let those who are suited to do these things do them.
Of course, his woman wouldn't dare kill a chicken.
It's kind of funny.
Just because we don't dare to kill now doesn't mean we won't dare to in the future.
He can't always treat children as children.
Lu Wujiu brought Xiaoya back to Su Jiaoniang's side.
Su Jiaoniang stared at the little girl for a few moments, but didn't ask what had happened. After all, the little girl wouldn't be thinking of killing someone.
"Why haven't we received any messages from Ruijin these past two days?"
Su Jiaoniang looked at Lu Wujiu with a question in her eyes.
Lu Wujiu paused for a moment: "Perhaps something has happened. Wait a little longer, and I will let you know when I receive the next message!"
Su Jiaoniang nodded.
Lu Wujiu put the little girl down, and the crying child had stopped crying.
Back in his little courtyard, he decided to go out and sell pencils.
Selling pencils is what she should be doing.
Make money, make lots of money.
Xiao Ya brought Gu Lingzhi along this time when she made money.
Gu Lingzhi has never set up a stall before.
As the son of the regent, even while recovering from his injuries, he could not completely close his eyes to rest.
I still have a lot to learn.
He was holding the Analects of Confucius.
The books that introduced me to the world were the Thousand Character Classic and the Hundred Family Surnames.
He recognized almost all of those characters.
The first of the Four Books is the wheelchair; the ancient sages once used half of the Analects to govern the world!
The Analects is a good thing.
Gu Lingzhi highly praised this book.
He sat under the tree, watching the little girl sell pencils. The price she sold the pencils varied; some people bought them for three coins, some for five, and some even managed to sell them for one or two taels of silver by crowding around her.
The same pencils, sold at different prices.
Gu Lingzhi stared at Xiao Ya as if he were looking at a little fox.
Shady businessman!
No one came to ask, so the little girl took the drawing board and started drawing portraits on it.
She drew him!
He was in a wheelchair.
The person in the portrait has a focused gaze, staring at the book in their hands. The cold winter wind blows their hair around, but the hand holding the book is still very gentle.
Is he like that?
Passersby wanted to buy pencils and inquire about portrait drawing techniques; some even stood there and asked the girl if she could draw their portraits.
As long as the price is negotiated well!
Xiaoya thinks either is fine!
It doesn't matter who you draw!
He handed the finished portrait to Gu Lingzhi: "This is you. Hold it carefully, and don't wipe it with your hands, or it will smudge!"
After saying that, Xiaoya continued drawing!
Despite the cold winter day, in that instant, Gu Lingzhi felt as if a spring breeze was blowing across her face!
Everything was so beautiful.
Time flies, and two months have passed.
The second year has passed since I transmigrated to this world.
Looking at the little girl outside who wasn't complaining about being tired or overworked, Su Jiaoniang finally realized that the little girl had really grown up!
He persisted in practicing martial arts and mastered several Wing Chun moves under her guidance.
The rest was practice on the wooden stakes.
This is extremely difficult for beginners; one wrong move and you could easily injure yourself.
Little girl, don't be afraid!
Fight alongside her.
With Lunar New Year's Eve approaching, the kitchen is filled with a lavish spread of food.
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