Lie Ying: All the villains in my family have been reborn

Chapter 92 That's not much

Before Wen Nian had time to carefully analyze the specific meaning of what the child wrote, he heard Ma Conghua's shout from outside the courtyard.

She quickly put the things in her hands under the quilt, turned around and walked outside: "Ah, here we come."

"Sister-in-law, come in."

Opening the courtyard door, I saw the sole of the shoe in Ma Conghua's hand, "Are you making shoes for my brother?"

"Hey, I didn't bother to do this more than a month ago. I have time today, so I just took it out."

While Ma Conghua was speaking, she fiddled with the needle point in her hair, then pricked it on the sole of her shoe, and said in a relaxed tone, "I guess he won't be able to wear it for the Chinese New Year."

"Haha, it's okay, it's just right for the first month."

It was the first time for Wen Nian to see the soles of Renna's shoes with his own eyes, and his eyes were a little curious.

But he didn't bother to ask anything.

In Yuanben's memory, she actually knew how to make cloth shoes with thousand layers of soles.

It's just that she was so busy with various things that she didn't find a chance to try whether she was on the same level as the original body.

"Sister, your brother said that the articles you wrote are very good, especially level."

Before Wen Nian could speak, Ma Conghua couldn't wait to speak, "He asked me to tell you that he wanted to keep the book and read it a few more times, and return it to you tomorrow."

"It's okay, if my brother likes it, just keep it."

Wen Nian smiled gently, "I wrote it myself, so you don't have to read it."

"By the way, the children in my family, have you sent the bowl over?"

"Send it here, send it over."

Ma Conghua laughed so hard that her creases came out, "These children in your family are much more obedient and sensible than mine, and they are reliable in their work."

"What did sister-in-law say?"

Wen Nian said politely, "The children in your family are not bad, and they are all smart."

"Sister-in-law sit, here is a fire cage to keep you warm."

"How could they be as good as you said?"

Ma Conghua replied while sitting on the stool Wen Nian just brought, "Don't praise them."

"I see you haven't gone out all day, what are you up to?"

"It's almost New Year's Eve, tidy up the house, wash and dry the bedding and the like."

Wen Nian rubbed his hands, took the letter paper, and started to give the children homework, "Sister-in-law's house has already been cleaned up, right?"

"My house was just cleaned up today."

Ma Conghua poked a needle in her hair and replied casually, "With your brother, it's easier to do than you."

"That's not."

Wen Nian was happy for her from the bottom of his heart, "Sister-in-law and my brother are a perfect match, and the two of you together are the truest form of love."

"Hahaha……"

Hearing her boasting about herself, Ma Conghua couldn't say how happy he was, "You cultural people just know how to talk."

"Hey, are you writing articles again?"

Seeing that she was still writing and drawing on the paper, Ma Conghua couldn't help but craned her neck to look at it curiously, "Will people receive it before the Chinese New Year when I send it this time?"

"No, the homework I gave Sheng'er is for him to study when he comes back from playing enough."

Wen Nian didn't hide anything, "This kid is seven years old and hasn't gone to school yet. I have to make up with him. After the new year, I will send him to the first grade of primary school."

"That's really great. My Jiamei just entered the first grade of elementary school this year, and the siblings will be in the same class by then, which is great."

The sister-in-law and sister-in-law chatted like this without delaying the work at hand.

While talking, Ma Conghua couldn't hold back her curiosity: "By the way, girl, how much money did you earn writing this article?"

Wen Nian: "...Three short stories, a total of more than 50 points, not many."

"That's not much?"

I heard that those three articles earned more than 50 yuan, Ma Conghua was not to mention envious.

(End of this chapter)