Juan Wang's Little Lady: Nongmen hunters work hard to plow the fields

Chapter 12 Mo Xiang, Memories

When Zhang Jianshan heard that she was going to see the young lady in the county captain's mansion, he thought to himself for a while.

"Although everything depends on oneself, it is not enough to rely on oneself after all, and contacts must also be used." Su Lian smiled slightly, "Brother Jianshan, don't worry, Lian'er will never do anything to make Brother Jianshan lose face."

He wasn't worried about that.But, isn't this little girl too fidgety?In case... Zhang Jianshan was a little worried.

Zhang Jianshan filled Su Lian's feet with medicine. Su Lian looked at it and muttered, "Brother Jianshan is bothering you, but it's a pity that it has to be removed tomorrow morning. I can't see people like this."

"Do you have to go?" Zhang Jianshan lowered his eyes to hide his thoughts.

"Well, I must go." Su Lian nodded, and said in relief, "Don't worry, I'll go alone, it's fine."

"Then go to bed earlier."

"You go to bed first. I have to remember something." Su Lian smiled slightly.

Zhang Jianshan glanced at the paper, pen and ink on the case, which she had asked for from the store earlier.

"It's getting late, can't you remember tomorrow?"

"Lian'er only has a good short-term memory, but once she wakes up, she forgets everything." Su Lian stuck out her tongue.

"What does Lian Er want to write?"

"Ledger! It's hard to keep it in my mind."

Su Lian took the pen and paper with a limp.Zhang Jianshan couldn't persuade her, so he had to sleep beside Aji.Seeing that the freshman had fallen asleep, she just calmed down and wrote down the account book that she wrote down during the day.

She has been particularly sensitive to numbers since she was a child, and she has some photographic memory, but it is only a short-term memory. If she doesn't write it down early, she will forget half of it after a few hours.

The fragrance of ink permeates the small rooms.This familiar yet unfamiliar smell made Zhang Jianshan a little disappointed.He couldn't remember the last time when he smelled the fragrance of paper and ink in the place where he was.

By the way, in the family school in the middle of winter that year, the courtyard was covered with snow, and the father, son and brothers gathered together, and they were still so happy...

When he was five years old, his father seemed to have foreseen the coming bloodbath.At the Lantern Festival family banquet that year, many people came to the family.He was still playing with his brothers in the garden, but his father called him to the study alone.

In the study, there were many people standing, and they all looked at him.Among them were his distant uncle, his mentor who later taught him martial arts and brought him to the beginning, Uncle Song and his youngest son from Yangzhou, and his father's close friend, the unsmiling General Zeng.

In his memory, there was another distinguished guest. For some reason, after that night, he could no longer remember who that person was.

It was also on that night that his father gave him the small characters Jianshan, and since then, he can no longer show his real name to others.

Soon after, the big change came.At that time, he had been adopted by his distant uncle, and he also saw the news of the execution of the whole family on the notice on the city wall...

His father left a huge game for him to complete alone.The reason why the Zhang family is immortal from generation to generation is because they were ready for the catastrophe when they were in their prime.He survived as a remnant of the Zhang family, and the family and the world are on his shoulders.

There was a crackling sound from the lantern flower, and the scene in my mind suddenly disappeared.Zhang Jianshan narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the silhouette of the woman under the Rubean light.

Her thin body seemed to be unable to withstand a little bit of wind and cold, her writing hand was as white as jade, and her brows were slightly frowned as if she had something on her mind.Zhang Jianshan sniffed the fragrance of the ink, his heart was slightly turbulent.

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It was already the third watch when Su Lianmo finished writing the account book.All the borrowed candles burned out.After trekking all day during the day and writing all night at night, she was too tired to move. She wanted to lie down on the table for a while, but she fell asleep unconsciously.

In a daze, she felt that someone hugged her, grunted, and only heard a familiar voice say: "Go to bed and sleep, be careful not to catch a cold."

Covered with a warm quilt, Su Lian turned over and felt a soft little meat bun, skillfully put her hands in it, and fell asleep beautifully.

Zhang Jianshan carried the little girl to bed to sleep, and looked back at the scattered papers on the table.

She actually memorized everything silently, this girl has a bit of unexpected ability.Although he himself has a photographic memory, he can't be so precise and detailed in terms of numbers.

Zhang Jianshan tidied up the papers on the table, and looked at them carefully by candlelight.Every sum of money and every tael of silver mentioned above is clearly remembered, and the little girl's handwriting is also extremely neat.

This Su Lian is completely different from the dull lady he originally expected.

This little weak woman was supposed to marry a well-matched family, have a few children, and spend her life in peace and stability.Now he wants to fight with that family of tigers and wolves.

Thinking that although he suffered accidents when he was young, after all, he was taken care of by his master and adoptive father, but this girl was only herself.

If she wants to fight, let her fight, he won't help, as long as she doesn't go out of line, he won't bother her.

(End of this chapter)