A piece of paper

Chapter 2
He Xianjin is dead.

To be precise, she died.

is the past tense.

When a person dies, the last thing to disappear is hearing.

No investigation, no right to speak.

He Xianjin proved by personal experience that this statement is correct.

When her eyes were pitch black and her consciousness was about to disappear, her ears were full of Ulala's cries.

In this life, she lived for 24 years, at least [-] years in bed.

Her congenitally weak heart prevented her from exulting in great joys and sorrows, from strenuous activities, and even from living like a normal person.

Her life was full of cares and accidents.

Thanks to the sufficient financial strength of the family, she helped her carefully avoid accidents and accidents along the way, and lived hard. On the basis of living, she studied, took exams, and even successfully obtained a business diploma, and entered the family business from scratch. Gain experience slowly.

She thought she could keep on being careful, but she fell on the eve of turning 25...

The cries of relatives and friends were intertwined, but He Xianjin could accurately distinguish his mother's voice.

Heart-piercing, but powerless.

Mommy's all right...it's a good thing...mom...

He Xianjin really wanted to comfort him, and tried to open his mouth, but his whole body seemed to be entangled in chaotic and fine threads.

The crying in my ears weakened a little bit.

Goodbye everyone, Xiao Jin is gone.

He Xianjin finally couldn't hear anything.

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When He Xianjin opened his eyes again, he turned into a wet He Xianjin.

He Xianjin of the Great Wei.

He Xianjin of Xuanzhou.

15-year-old He Xianjin from a paper-making family, the third bedroom of the Chen family.

He Xianjin, who has the same name and surname, but is completely different.

This He Xianjin is in good health and free from disease.

There is no disease, but there is disaster.

The He Xianjin in front died because he fell into the water and drowned, and her body was inexplicably taken over by her wandering soul, who had just died, a hundred years later, from another time and space.

As a new youth who was bedridden and wandered around Two-dimensional all the year round, she very quickly accepted the occurrence of bizarre events such as resurrection from corpses and rebirth through time travel, and immediately devoted herself to the exploration of new identities.

If you don't touch it, you don't know, but if you touch it, you will be shocked.

The life experience of He Xianjin in this body is a bit tortuous - her surname is He, but the person in charge of her eating and drinking is named Chen, and the family surnamed Chen is her mother's second husband, and her mother is this Chen San Langjun's favorite concubine, and she is the seed of her mother and ex-husband.

In short, she is a sucker.

Moreover, it is a not-so-justifiable oil bottle who lives in a concubine's room.

He Xianjin clicked his tongue.

In the feudal era, she married for the second time and brought her children with her predecessor. Her mother is really a brave concubine.

When He Xianjin seriously looked at his resplendent dormitory and the four maids who served him personally, he couldn't help sighing again: Her mother is really a concubine with full fighting power!

Is it really reasonable for her to have such a good material condition for a drag oil bottle?
It's a pity that when He Xianjin came, He Xiaoniang had been lingering and sick for several years, and the original owner's falling into the water accelerated the course of He Xiaoniang's illness—on the fifth day after He Xianjin returned to life, He Xiaoniang finally passed away.

That is now.

Pneumatic window lattice.

Crunch.

He Xianjin's thoughts slowly turned, and his eyes lightly fell on Chen Sanye's face.

Behind every brave concubine's room, there is a man with a brain in love.

Chen Sanye is indeed a love brain.

This cognition is the consensus of the entire Chen family.

The Chen family started in papermaking and has been around for a hundred years.

Although the current Great Wei Dynasty does not exist in He Xianjin's cognition of the feudal era, there are shadows of the Song, Ming and Qing Dynasties in terms of customs, geographical division, academic background, and ruling system.

It is not difficult for He Xianjin to substitute many familiar place names and objects.

Xuan paper Xuan paper is actually the paper produced in Xuanzhou, and in the border of Xuanzhou, the Chen family can be regarded as a well-known paper merchant.

A few days before He Xianjingang's arrival, he took the C-card of Mr. Chen's third bedroom and walked around the inner courtyard of Chen's house.

The inner courtyard alone has four entrances and is divided into five courtyards.

The storyteller, Mrs. Chen, lived alone in the Bian Ma Tang, the Xuancao Tang where the elder Chen and Chen’s parents who were officials in Beijing lived, the pulp making hall in the second room, the paper fishing hall in the third room, and the Sunshine Hall in another empty yard. brand.

It sounds like it's made of paper.

Casting hemp, grass selection, pulp making, paper scooping and drying in the sun make up a piece of paper with clear muscles and bones, and also constitutes the Xuanzhou Chen family with 76 masters and servants.

To put it simply, the Chen family is a local urban private enterprise that has done a good job in Xuanzhou.

The old lady grasps both inside and outside, and grasps both hands; the boss is responsible for developing the career market; the second child follows the old lady to take care of the business, waiting to inherit Chen's paper industry; as for the third child...

The youngest son basically lags behind.

Chen Laosan is no exception.

Chen Sanye, named Chen Fu, was enlightened at the age of six, and now he is thirty-six. The dog's normal little rich second generation straw bag life.

However, at the age of 27, he met He Ainiang, who seemed to be as weak as a dodder flower, and He Xianjin, a small oil bottle, who had encountered a famine.

Since then, Chen Laosan's love brain has been enlightened.

Under the pressure, he stubbornly took the second-married He Ainiang as his concubine.

Since then, it has been like a bewilderment.

As long as Mrs. Chen San's wife Sun has something, no matter what he has, he must get it for He Ainiang.

Even being scolded by my mother pointing her nose is no problem.

Ai Niang He was delicate and sensitive, and also weak and sickly, so Chen Laosan never left her body every day, paid for it out of her own pocket, and sent ginseng and bird's nest to Ai Niang He's room like running water.

Not only to send, but also to let everyone know with gongs and drums.

Make everyone envious!
Let everyone see him. Although Chen Laosan can't do it well, he can spoil others!It hurts!

It's not about doing anything!
The inner courtyards of the three rooms are all envious of He Ainiang's "great favor".

While He Xianjin was inquiring, he silently labeled "rebellious" and "childish" in front of Chen Laosan's love brain label.

He Xianjin pieced things together, and Chen Laosan and the original mother were probably the story of the rebellious second-generation idiot and Xiaobaihua's weak heroine.

Xian Jin's eyes moved from the face of Chen Laosan, the head of love, to the tablet in front of the coffin.

It is engraved with, "The position of my wife He Ai Niang".

He Xianjin sighed lightly.

My wife, my wife.

Chen Laosan's real wife, can she bear this tone?

I'm afraid I don't want to bear it anymore.

It was Yuan's inexplicable falling into the water that caused He Xiaoniang's condition to suddenly deteriorate.

　I hope everyone will invest in the new book

　　In the future, it will be around [-] o'clock in the morning.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)