Dressed as a sickly villain's sister

Chapter 23 It's time for the grass dragonfly to find a companion.

"Look at this, practice a lot, don't be afraid of wasting, there is a lot of rice paper, if I don't have enough, I will buy it again."

Jiang Ziqing had learned calligraphy before, and her handwriting was chic and majestic, and her strokes and strokes had a unique style, forming a style of her own.

It is completely different from the softness written by ordinary women.

In order to prevent it from being blown away by the wind, she pressed the stone around the rice paper and placed it on the stone table.

Jiang Ziqing didn't realize that the original body had never read and could not read, and Jiang Zisu didn't raise this doubt either.

The rice paper lay quietly on the stone table. He looked it over carefully, and suddenly asked, "How do you write my sister's name?"

"Zisu wants to learn?" Jiang Ziqing was a little surprised.

He smiled, a little embarrassed, "I want to learn, my sister's name sounds nice, and I don't know if it is difficult to write, can my sister teach me?"

"Of course it's fine."

It's a good thing for a child to study hard. How could she stop it? Naturally, she agrees with both hands.

Spreading out the rice paper, picking up a pen and ink, Jiang Ziqing's movements were as smooth as flowing water.

Jiang, Zi, Qing
The three words jumped on the paper and were completed in one go.

Jiang Zisu glanced at her profile from the corner of his eye, looked at her focused gaze, couldn't help but smile, and put his mind on the rice paper.

This word can be seen at a glance. The person who wrote it has practiced hard for many years.

It's pretty tight.

He had some ideas of wanting to put them away, and it was time for the grass dragonfly to find a companion.

"You come."

Jiang Ziqing put down his pen and made way for him.

His eyes flickered slightly, he picked up the pen, and under Jiang Ziqing's expectant gaze, he wrote the first stroke.

I don't know if the child did it on purpose or he really didn't have much talent, but Jiang Ziqing couldn't see the uglyness of writing for the first time.

The curved lines are like earthworms, the hand holding the pen is trembling, the ink is dotted on the paper, and a few ink flowers bloom.

The child looked serious, but Jiang Ziqing couldn't help leaning over and holding the child's hand.

"Come on, you have to hold the pen steady in order to write well."

The voice that came from her ears was gentle and sweet, and since she appeared, the originally stinky body has exuded a faint fragrance.

Jiang Zisu's nose is very sensitive, he can smell many smells that others can't smell.

The warmth passed from the back of his hand bit by bit, without reservation, he curled his lips, and a triumphant smile flashed in his eyes.

"My sister is really amazing. The same pen, in my sister's hand, is like playing tricks to conjure up such beautiful characters."

Is the child praising her for her wonderful pen?

Jiang Ziqing blinked and rubbed his head.

"Practice more, learn more, memorize more, as long as you practice hard enough, you can grind an iron pestle into a needle, as long as Susu perseveres, one day she will be able to write so beautifully."

The child was very serious, nodding while listening.

He glanced at Jiang Ziqing, and asked, "Can I give Zisu my sister's letter?"

"Whether to give or not, it was originally written for you as a template, and you can keep it if you like it."

With her consent, the child burst into laughter instantly. He picked up one of the rice papers, and put it in his arms carefully, like treating a treasure.

The sound of rain outside the cave gradually disappeared. She looked up and found that the rain had stopped.

Remember that.

Jiang Ziqing patted the child on the head, explained a few words to him, and left the cave again.

Watching her leave, Jiang Zisu lowered the smile on his face, "Follow."

"Yes!"

The two black shadows left the cave with a whoosh and disappeared without a trace.

He lowered his head and looked at Jiang Ziqing's handwriting carefully, then raised his hand with the pen, swaying freely, writing like a cloud of smoke.

Three words appeared on the paper.

If Jiang Ziqing saw it here, he would be very surprised, because the words on the paper were exactly the same as hers.

As soon as we reached the foot of the mountain, the torrential rain that had stopped for a while hit again like crazy, pounding on the hat.

Jiang Ziqing tightened his coir raincoat and walked around the village. It has been raining too much for the past few days, and water has begun to accumulate around the village.

Different from her sorrow, the people in the village watched the rain and cheered non-stop.

"This rain came too timely, let's bring more! I'm tired of not being able to take a shower or drink water!"

"Everyone, collect the water quickly, and when the weather is fine, you can wash your clothes and house!"

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In the loess houses in Shanjiao Village, families with many relatives lined up in a row, without fences to separate the yards.

Therefore, if anyone came out and yelled, everyone in the other room could hear it.

Jiang Ziqing passed by a house, and when he heard these joyful discussions, his heart sank slightly.

This kind of feeling that only I know and the future direction of the plot is very bad. Under such circumstances, it is difficult to persuade these people to dispatch ditches.

You can only rely on the alignment.

She walked towards Li Zheng's house, it was past lunch time, and it was just in time for her to go.

It rained heavily and couldn't work.

Everyone in Lizheng's family stayed in the house, the children were playing with stones, and Mrs. Liu was embroidering to subsidize the family.

Jiang Ziqing looked at Li, who was drinking hot tea, and pretended to be listening attentively. He didn't beat around the bush, and directly stated his reason for coming.

He frowned when he heard the words, "Dig a canal? That's fine, why dig a canal?"

Lizheng this person, although she has her own petty thoughts, she still hopes for the well of the village, otherwise she wouldn't be so direct.

But well...

Anyone who is an official does not like others to point fingers and interfere indiscriminately, and he must pay attention to methods when speaking.

"The problem of stagnant water in our village is very serious. It has only been raining for three days, and there are potholes and puddles all around."

Jiang Ziqing paused, saw that he didn't care much, and added, "It doesn't matter if the road is difficult to walk, I'm afraid that the county magistrate will come down to inspect and see something bad."

"The county magistrate is coming down? Where did you hear the news?" Li Zheng stood up abruptly.

He looked at Jiang Ziqing hesitantly, this little girl was safe, and he owed her a favor before, that's why he sat here and listened to her talk so much.

If this person dares to fool him with such a big matter...

Seeing the dissatisfaction in Lizheng's eyes, she cleared her throat, "Ziqing went to the town two days ago, and heard Mr. Liu An Nie mention such a thing."

"Liu Annie, is that the Liu Manor? Do you still know him?" Li Zheng coughed a few times and almost choked on his saliva.

"of course."

Jiang Ziqing nodded and raised his eyes, but saw Lizheng's distrustful eyes.

Fortunately, she was prepared and took it out of her pocket, finally took out a jade pendant, and handed it over.

The mutton fat jade pendant is transparent, finely carved, and warm to the touch. It is a piece of high-quality jade.

This is second, the key point is the words engraved on the jade pendant - Liu Annie.

Jiang Ziqing had a good trick, he managed to climb into such a wealthy family, you must know that sick and weak young man is well-known in the capital...

Lizheng's hands holding the jade pendant trembled a little, his eyes completely changed this time, he returned the jade pendant respectfully, and accepted the matter with a serious face.

There was a strong wind outside the house, and the wooden door slammed. Jiang Ziqing was relieved when he got a satisfactory answer.

This time it was raining too much, and she couldn't leave, and Mrs. Liu was enthusiastic to stay, so she sat down and watched Mrs. Liu's embroidery.

Lifelike exquisite fish are intertwined to form a picture of red fish playing in the water.

Different innovations, but very beautiful.

"What do Ziqing think of this embroidery?" Lady Liu asked with a smile.

"Auntie's craftsmanship is superb, and the fish looks like it's embroidered, lifelike."

Mrs. Liu had a very pretty smile, and there were fine wrinkles all over the corners of her eyes, which were the traces of life.

Thinking of Jiang Ziqing's family situation, she couldn't help asking, "Do you want to learn? I can teach you. When you get married, you have to prepare pillows and quilts yourself."

"..."

How could Jiang Ziqing dare to agree, she scratched her hair, but she really couldn't do it, she couldn't do these delicate tasks.

Lady Liu didn't force Jiang Ziqing either. She embroiders all year round and her eyes are not very good, so she doesn't want the little girl to suffer again.

She put down her needlework and rubbed her sore eyes.

Seeing this, Jiang Ziqing suddenly had an idea.

(End of this chapter)