Six-Year-Old Child, Baojiao, is Busy with Kingdom-Building

  Chapter 2 Became Jiaojiao

   "Doctor Li, my Jiaojiao doesn't seem to recognize anyone anymore, please show me quickly..."

  Doctor Li stepped forward, looked at the white lump, and coaxed in a kind voice: "Don't be afraid, little Jiaojiao, Grandpa Li will take your pulse."

  The little ginseng essence realized that the old man would treat him again, so he obediently cooperated.

  Until Dr. Li took out a few silver needles from his bag, and stuck them into her white lotus-like arm in the next second, the little ginseng essence stared round, and fainted in the next second.

  …

   After a few days,

   early morning,

   "Jiaojiao, get up soon, my sister will tie your headband."

  Jiaojiao rubbed her eyes, opened a pair of watery eyes like grapes, her sleepy eyelids were wrinkled a few more times, her black pupils were moist and cute and cute.

   "Jiaojiao is awake, sister will wipe your face."

Erya just woke up not long ago, her hair was messed up like a chicken coop, she swiftly took out a towel from the wooden bucket next to her, wrung out the water, wiped the little girl's entire face first, and He pouted and kissed secretly, then began to wipe his face.

  Jiaojiao wiped the drool off her cheeks, and looked at the clothes beside her.

  Human clothes are too complicated, and she probably figured out how to wear them after studying for a few days.

   However, as soon as her hand touched the corner of the clothes, Wang Erya threw down the towel and climbed onto the bed, coaxing in Liu Zhihua's tone: "Baby, I want to wear clothes, sister will wear them for you."

  Jiaojiao blinked: "Sister, I can wear it myself."

   Erya seriously shook her head: "No, Jiaojiao is too young, she can only wear clothes when she grows up, and Jiaojiao's skin is as smooth and tender as a white egg. My sister likes to dress such a cute baby."

   Jiaojiao sighed: "...Okay."

  My sister put on the clothes, and patted the hard quilt with her petite hands. She missed the soft soil, which was more comfortable to cover.

  After a few days of adaptation, she seemed to understand what was going on.

   This is not the human form I cultivated, but the Wang Baojiao who fell into the water and hit her.

  There are six people in this family,

  My father’s name is Wang Zhuangzhi, he was tall and burly, and he was a hunter. Her mother's name is Liu Zhihua, she has a round body and a loud voice.

  The eldest brother is Wang Qiusheng, thirteen years old, the only scholar in the family, studying in a private school in the town.

  My sister’s name is Wang Erya, she is ten years old, everyone in Xiaoshu Village calls her a black girl, she can sell fish to make money.

  The second elder brother is called Wang Xiaoli, eight years old. He was said to be a fool, but Grandpa Li said that he is a late bloomer and he likes to pick out bird eggs the most.

   And there is her, Wang Baojiao, six years old, everyone praises her for being fair and cute, but the Huziniang in the village says she has heart disease.

Becoming Wang Baojiao, the little ginseng essence was a little depressed at first, but later, her father bought her maltose to eat, her mother made sugar eggs for her to drink, her sister would buy her a hair rope, her elder brother would make clay dolls for her, and her second brother could pick wild flowers give her…

   "Jiaojiao, raise your feet."

  Wang Erya is putting tiger-toe shoes on for her little sister. My mother stayed up late last night to sew them. Sure enough, my sister looks good in them. The last time my mother made them for her, they were worn out after a day of running.

  Jiaojiao looked at her dark-skinned elder sister in front of her, her eyes were curved and she looked happy. She liked this family of humans.

  …

   had breakfast,

  Father Wang sent his eldest son to study in the town, and Wang Xiaoli also asked to go together, and finally all three father and son went.

   Erya disappeared with the fish basket on her back, Liu Zhihua was going to work in the fields, Liu Jiaojiao couldn't do it alone at home, so Liu Zhihua went to the top of the mountain with her on her back.

  …

  In the fields on top of the hills,

Jiaojiao sits on a small wooden stool and eats malt candy. This is a cool place carefully arranged by her mother. The small wooden stool is a stool with arms made by her father herself. She is wrapped in a thick cotton quilt. Sitting on it feels soft. It looks very comfortable.

  In the distance, my mother was digging up clods of soil with a **** in the field.

  Jiaojiao tried to help in the field, but her feet sank in the ground as soon as she stepped on the ground, and it was her mother who rescued her.

  Hey, I really want to grow up quickly.

  Jiaojiao looks up at the sky, the blue sky stretches as far as the eye can see, occasionally white clouds drift by.

  She was looking at the clouds in the sky, when suddenly, a pair of big round eyes appeared above.

   "Jiaojiao, call me sister."

  The black girl Wang Erya who appeared suddenly was sweating profusely, with some mud spots on her face, looking at the little girl expectantly with a pair of round eyes.

   Jiaojiao called out obediently: "Sister." Then she took out a piece of malt candy from her arms and handed it to her sister, and said with a smile: "Sister eat."

"Jiaojiao eats, sister doesn't eat." Wang Erya was moved by the younger sister's action. In the past, the younger sister was very spoiled and never let others eat snacks. She is obedient and obedient, she likes this obedient younger sister.

  Jiaojiao blinked, held maltose and fed it to her sister, and then smiled sweetly with her, "The candy is sweet and delicious."

  Wang Erya, who wore two soaring shofar braids, was stunned as she ate the sweet malt candy in her mouth. Looking at the little girl with a sweet smile, she grinned happily. The malt candy was really delicious.

   "Oops, forgot about this."

  Erya took out the freshly picked wild fruit from her bosom again, and stuffed it all into the little girl's palm, "The red fruit my sister picked for Guaibao is so sour and sweet, it's so delicious."

  Jiaojiao was holding the bright red fruit, and noticed that the back of her sister's hand was scratched by a branch, and there was a long scratch with faint blood oozing out.

  Jiaojiao hurriedly put down the fruit, took out a handkerchief from her clothes pocket, secretly pulled a strand of hair and covered it with the handkerchief to wipe away the soil stains beside the wound, her soft, waxy and white face was full of seriousness.

  It is originally a spiritual ginseng, which has one more spirit than ordinary ginseng. When it grows, its roots have their own spiritual energy.

  Cultivated into a human form, her roots are flesh and blood, and her whiskers have turned into hair. Although she has become Wang Baojiao, she has secretly done experiments. Although her spiritual power is weak, her hair still has medicinal effects.

  Erya saw the little girl put a piece of hair in the handkerchief with sharp eyes. She smiled and guessed that the little girl must use the hair as herbal medicine.

   "Whoever dares to bully my little sister in the future, my erya beats up his parents without knowing him!"

  Jiaojiao hurriedly covered her ears, she felt a little helpless on her soft and waxy face, everyone in this family spoke loudly, and ginseng was easily startled, so she couldn't hear too loud voices.

  Liu Zhihua, who was doing farm work in the field, heard the voice of the second daughter, looked up and looked this way, and saw Erya holding her sister in circles, she was so frightened that she dropped the tools in her hand and ran towards here.

   "Hey, Erya, you bastard, I think you are itchy! Put your sister down quickly..."

  Wang Erya watched her mother come over and hurriedly put the younger sister down. She was so happy that she forgot that the younger sister could not do strenuous exercise. She was afraid of being beaten and hurriedly left a sentence: "Little sister, sister has to go."

   Erya Saiyazi ran away.

  Liu Zhihua ran over panting, hurriedly hugged her sweetheart and patted it lightly, and asked anxiously: "Jiaojiao, tell mother, do you feel flustered in your chest?"

  Delicate and round black eyes were wet, she shook her head in confusion and said softly, "Don't panic."

  (end of this chapter)