Oh my god, is this still human? A grown man would feel heavy carrying such a big bag, but she actually carried two bags. Her tiny arms and legs, won’t they break?
"She's just like her grandfather."
Zhou Lanping felt a little bitter, but also very proud. She really looked like her father.
“It’s really you who gave birth to it.”
Qin Hong naturally knew that Zhou Lanping's father was a legend in their generation.
Uncle Zhou's strength is beyond words.
He is a strong and powerful man. If Uncle Zhou were still alive, how could Liu Zongye bully Zhou Lanping like this?
They were all girls, but they were born with great strength. Wouldn't they grow up to be as big and strong as Uncle Zhou? How would they get married in the future? But on second thought, it seemed that having strength wouldn't be a bad thing. No one would bully them in the future, and they wouldn't encounter men who beat their wives.
If you dare to use force, you can kick him to the door with one kick.
Liu Liang's strength scared the person riding the tricycle.
This girl's strength is really extraordinary.
With Liu Liang's help, the twelve bags of cloth were placed in the tricycle in just a few minutes, forming a thick layer.
When the tricycle reached the bottom of the tube building, Liu Liang helped carry the bags up the stairs. In fact, Liu Liang carried most of the cloth scraps up, which saved the tricycle rider a lot of effort, and he also felt that the three dollars were much easier to earn.
Liu Liang carried all the bags back to her room, stuffed them under the bed, in the cabinets, and even piled a lot of them on the table.
Although it was a bit too much and a bit tiring, Liu Liang was very happy. This really solved her biggest worry. Maybe, with these, she could really make a lot of money.
Zhou Lanping really didn't know what Liu Liang wanted so many scraps of cloth for.
But as long as Liu Liang likes it, she can pick it up for her, not to mention scraps of cloth or bricks.
In the evening, Liu Liang picked up the cloth flowers she had made. The peony flowers made of white and pink were lively, pink and charming. I don’t know where the charm came from, but this flower was like a shy girl. Each layer of petals seemed messy, but there was an indescribable harmony. In short, it was very beautiful and very attractive.
For an ancient person, making this kind of cloth flowers was extremely easy, and Liu Jing found that she was quite talented. What she made was almost the same as she imagined. Of course, another reason was that these pieces of cloth were so good. In addition to solid colors, there were also light transition colors. I don’t know if they were dyed badly or what. In short, they were very suitable for making cloth flowers.
An hour later, it was already around ten o'clock. There was a pile of cloth flowers beside Liu Liang. The more she made them, the more adept she became. The more styles she had in mind, the more she made them.
There are red, pink, orange and all kinds of colors, and each one has its own shape, including dazzling roses, elegant magnolias and pure water lilies.
Liu Liang looked at the time. It was almost time. She had to get up early the next day, so she put the flowers aside. Liu Liang gently pushed open the door. Zhou Lanping was not outside. It seemed that he had already fallen asleep.
After washing up quietly, Liu Jing returned to her room and sat cross-legged. When the dim moonlight happened to fall from the window, it seemed that a trace of moonlight seeped into her skin bit by bit. Until she opened her eyes again, even in the darkness of the room, a strange light still flashed in her eyes.
It seemed that she had practiced the Breath-Nourishing Technique to the second level. The second level was the real beginning. At this time, she could already absorb the pure and spiritual energy between heaven and earth independently.
Like moonlight, tides, morning dew, everything related to nature will make her body's nourishing breathing technique more and more proficient, until it reaches the state of endless life and continuous breathing.
If she is lucky, maybe she can achieve some success by her senior year of high school. If she can do that, she will have a way to make a lot of money, and maybe this money will be enough for them to spend for the rest of their lives.
She suddenly smiled, then hugged the quilt and buried her face in it.
No one knew at this moment that in such a quiet night, she was crying and laughing alone. Carrying the memories of three lives, she finally felt a sense of relief.
For Liu Liang, such days are simple yet sufficient. There are no big storms, but she still feels that time is not enough every day.
Compared with other middle school students, she seems to bear more and heavier burdens, but Liu Jing likes to go against the current. She always avoided it before, but now she likes to turn the impossible into possible.
"Liu Jing, didn't you say you had a gift for me?"
Liu Lele finally waited until noon when school was over. She had a delicious meal and was about to ask Liu Liang for a gift. No, it was not her who asked Liu Liang for a gift, but Liu Liang had promised to bring her a gift.
Liu Liang opened her schoolbag and prepared to take something out.
Liu Lele had already placed her hand in front of Liu Liang, waiting to receive it, but she was still wondering what kind of gift Liu Liang would bring her, would it be food, something to use, or something to play with?
With a "pop", Liu Liang took out the things from her schoolbag and threw them into Liu Lele's hand. When Liu Lele saw the things in his hand, he almost cried out in pain.
"Liu Jing, why is it an exercise book?"
It’s still such a thick book.
Liu Jing glanced at her indifferently. "These are exam questions from previous years. I searched all over the bookstore to find them. What? You still dislike them?"
Liu Liang's look, which said, "If you dare to say another word, I'll slap you," made Liu Lele dare not refute her at all.
I could only put the exercise book away.
Chinese, mathematics, and English, three major books.
This thickness will hurt if you hit someone with it.
"You do it first, then show me when you're done. If you don't do it well, don't even think about having a meal."
Liu Lele bit the tip of her pen and really wanted to throw these exercises on the ground and stomp on them a few times. However, she only dared to think about it in her mind. In fact, no matter how dissatisfied she was, she had to pick up the pen and do the exercises resignedly.
She scratched her ears and cheeks, then started biting her pen, then gnawed her nails. She did all kinds of weird things, but she still didn't dare to stop writing.
Liu Liang's words, "I won't give you food to eat," really hit her soft spot. Is it easy for her to get that meal?
From then on, Liu Lele was forced to practice exercises every day.
She would get up early in the morning and rush to school, first running, then memorizing her lessons. After lunch, she was given almost no chance to rest and started doing exercises. What was even more terrifying was that at noon, Liu Jing switched directly to English. With Liu Jing's speaking speed and Liu Lele's level, it was impossible to understand what she was saying without several years of foundation.
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