Quick Transmigration: Ten Thousand Worlds Charter Woman

Chapter 110: Child 1 Raises 1 Daughter-in-law 37
In the eyes of a small child, living in a big spacious house, having enough food for every meal, and not being beaten, is the life of an emperor.

He Xiaoman felt a little sour, but Zhou Miaomiao's next words really made her burst into tears.

"If I knew that I could come here if I broke my leg, I begged my father to beat me sooner."

"Miao Miao." He Xiaoman squatted down: "Aunt Xiang wants you to live here, not because you were beaten and pitiful, but because Miao Miao is very sensible and mother is very strong, because you are good enough and understand ?"

The little girl didn't seem to understand too much, she still nodded obediently: "I just need to listen to Aunt Xiang, Aunt Magpie, and Mom."

It's true, if a child who is only five years old is really ingenious and can become extremely transparent with a little guidance, it will be either rebirth or time travel. At this stage, as long as he can be obedient and obedient, he is already very good.

Because this is the projection of the old house, so no matter how much He Xiaoman eats here, what changes is only the projection festival he is in, and will not affect his mother and the others. The only inconvenient place is this One year or one day, once He Xiaoman has eaten all the ingredients prepared before leaving, she can only wait for her mother to buy again, maybe a year, maybe two years...

It would be great if my mother would buy a lot of vegetables every day.

I also know that it is impossible. I am on a "business trip", and there is only my mother, grandmother, and the ghost king's mother at home. How much food can three women eat even with a ghost king in their belly?
The big purchases he made before he left were probably enough for them to eat for a few days.

He Xiaoman burst into tears, and he didn't know if he could wait for his mother's purchases before leaving the mission world.

She looked at Lao Zhang's bill, sugar was six cents a catty, rice was two cents a catty, pork was two cents a catty, soybean oil was nine cents a catty...

But no matter how cheap the prices here are, you need to spend real money to buy them. It seems that no matter how careful and reasonable the settings are, there will always be imperfections.

——The main reason is that in our other universe, there are very few homeowners who are stingy to your level, because each of them is a local tyrant.

The bulletin board flashed suddenly, and the sarcasm in the language overflowed the screen.

He Xiaoman: I feel offended.

——It was you who offended His universe first.

Come on, you win.

He Xiaoman is too lazy to argue with a cold non-carbon-based life, it doesn't make any sense.

Finding that He Xiaoman didn't speak, the light curtain suddenly flashed again.

——Because the owner’s nostalgia for relatives and friends in the ontology world is detected, the flow rate of the peer-to-peer ordinary world is adjusted to this. If the owner doesn’t like it, we can adjust it to 1:1 or faster, so that you have free every day Eat fruits and vegetables.

He Xiaoman waved his hands quickly, no, no, no, I don't want to.

Let’s continue to say that one year is equal to one day there.

In this way, she can complete the task thoroughly, and not delay sharing the family relationship with her mother and grandma when she comes home. If the time flow is the same, He Xiaoman can eat the free and varied food there every day, but after finishing it twice Mom and grandma may not be alive after the mission.

If it catches up with the kind of task that takes ten thousand years of practice, the time flow difference will be set even greater, otherwise, let alone mothers and grandmothers, the house I have worked so hard to renovate may become a cultural relic before I have time to enjoy it for a few days.

As the task issuer, He Xiaoman is the guiding light of his life in the universe. In fact, this kind of setting ignores small profits and cares about the overall situation, and puts himself in his own shoes.

He Xiaoman said coyly, "I'm just acting casually."

——I don’t care, I just treat it as a fart.

He Xiaoman: ...

There's no need to be so straightforward, leader?

This summer is about to pass, He Xiaoman ordered Lao Zhang to go to the outskirts of the city to dig up a lot of mugwort and motherwort, and several of their female members, including Xiao Miaomiao, who can walk slowly, leveled the land in the yard, dug a tree and planted it. ditch out.

Large clumps of mugwort and motherwort growing as tall as a person were planted with roots and soil in the ditch they had dug long ago at the foot of the courtyard wall.

He Xiaoman was afraid that the Orientals would swing their butcher knives towards the capital after occupying the big granary, so he planned to plant a large number of mugwort in the yard. There were more women in the family, and motherwort was also a good thing. There are many kinds of points under the base of the wall, and this thing takes root. As long as it takes root and survives, it will grow outward by itself next spring.

It was already past the Dragon Boat Festival when He Xiaoman came. The raw materials for making moxa velvet pillars are only effective and tender around the Dragon Boat Festival. By this time, the mugwort can no longer be used. The one she used would explode. The moxa velvet column with scorching flowers is either adulterated or the moxa was picked at the wrong time.

Or do it yourself with more peace of mind.

He Xiaoman planned that when Bai Xiaoling's bone-breaking medicine became popular in the capital and moxibustion became famous in the future, she could go to the two well-reputed pharmacies to directly order real high-quality moxa velvet pillars. Right now, it's more practical to rely on herself point.

Someone next door stepped on the ladder and peeked here. They couldn't understand what they were doing, so they went back after watching for a while.

He Xiaoman didn't bother to talk about it.

She carefully plucked off the small blue-purple flowers of motherwort, and then connected the head to the tail to form a beautiful blue-purple flower ring. He Xiaoman held this small flower ring and put it on Zhou Miaomiao's slender little finger superior.

The child has been malnourished for a long time, his face and hands are not plump, white and tender as a baby should be, and the flower ring is loose.

It's just that the little guy was very happy. He limped and ran to Zhou Anju's side, holding his little hand high: "Mom, it's so beautiful, Mom, it's so beautiful!"

Before, the little girl also helped plant medicinal herbs in a decent manner, making her hands and face covered with dirt. The little cat face held her hand high, and her withered yellow hair was already wet with sweat, sticking to the temples on her forehead. .

He Xiaoman then sent Lao Zhang to Xinyuanzhai to buy sour plum soup for everyone to drink.

"Give it to Miaomiao again... Forget it, everyone has a piece of ice luck!"

He Xiaoman shouted from a distance.

Now Bai Daxian has earned a lot of money for everyone, and occasionally wants to try new things.

The so-called ice cream is actually ice cream. Compared with the variety of later generations, there is only white cream now, and ordinary people are reluctant to eat it.

Only those young masters and ladies from rich families and fashionable gentlemen and wives are willing to spend money to patronize.

Fast forward a week, and it was the day when Mrs. Lu came to pick He Xiaoman up to the Women's Rescue Association.

He told a few people to look after the house and wait, and bring meat buns for everyone to eat at night. As soon as He Xiaoman walked out of the gate with the magpie, he saw You Shi, who was supported by Zhou Mama, appeared again.

"I just want to see, who has such bad eyesight and insists on picking up my son's worn-out shoes."

(End of this chapter)