Time Travel: My whole family is a villain

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Go home.

It was dark.

Had dinner.

For dinner, my brother-in-law cooked rice. The rice was so hard that I had to chew it three times more than usual before I could swallow it.

Jiang Yu sighed while eating: "The conditions at home are really good now. The rice is so dry and strong. In the past, just one spoonful could cook a pot."

Jiang Feng was also chewing rice hard. While chewing, he said, "Young hero, I don't want to eat soft rice anymore."

Jiang Changtian asked his sister Luoxia to open a small stove and cook extra noodles.

While eating, he said: "I am suitable for eating soft rice cooked by my wife in this life. If it is too hard, it will hurt my teeth."

Qin Luoxia smiled gently.

He Yushi went to socialize in the evening.

Jiang Mianmian worked hard this afternoon and felt quite hard. She even ate half a bowl of rice.

Jiang Changtian and his wife were very pleased to see this.

Parents always feel that their daughter is too thin and must be eating too little every day.

When it's time to sleep at night.

Jiang Changtian quietly told Xia Mei what he had seen today in bed.

"She really sewed people's fingers together. I don't think she did it casually. The thin tubes inside seemed to be hooked up and aligned one-on-one. Do you still remember the human bone diagram that Mianmian drew? This child seems to have seen many corpses, and they were cut open."

Qin Luoxia felt a little guilty.

Could it be that the child just followed him?

Although she didn't kill people, but when she killed animals, she cut them clearly.

Did you do this kind of thing when you were a kid? She seemed to be very good at this kind of thing. She could kill a wild boar and put it neatly into categories. She could chop up a wild boar piece by piece. Four chickens...

Guilty.

Finally, I feel like my daughter has something like me.

Especially like.

But very guilty.

Qin Luoxia laughed, bypassed the topic, and said, "Sister Yu seems to be slowly showing her pregnancy. Her belly is neither pointed nor round, and she doesn't know whether she is pregnant with a boy or a girl."

"Whether it's a boy or a girl, the Meng family will definitely care about it. If they don't care about it, it's good to stay at home. The family will be prosperous and there will be more people."

"Brother Feng doesn't have a suitable partner yet. What do you think of Wu Zhizhou's daughter?"

"Not good, a bit silly."

"It's okay. Fucheng is still too small and I can't find the right one. I'll always find the right one if I go to the capital in the future."

The two of them stood foot to foot and chatted.

Jiang Changtian fell asleep.

Snoring a little.

……

Jiang Mianmian returned to her boudoir.

The boudoir is huge.

She specifically requested it.

The bed is huge.

There are also desks, bookcases, tea tables, drawing tables, sofas, carpets, and cloakrooms.

Anyway, it needs to be big, very comfortable, and fully functional.

Bathrooms also need to be equipped.

It’s so hard to go out and poop in the middle of the night.

Shiting in front of bed in the middle of the night smells too bad.

If you read at night, the oil lamp should be on.

Candles are very expensive, and people generally don't light them. Most people light oil lamps.

An oil lamp can be lit for a long time.

Jiang Mianmian occasionally likes to sit on the sofa with many oil lamps and candles and read a book.

I wanted to pee, so I took off my slippers and went to the bathroom.

There is a small coffee table next to the sofa with snacks and tea, and a fat girl will serve her.

If she walks a lot, Fat Ya will pinch her feet and calves. This is what her aunt requested.

My aunt said that the little girl’s legs and feet should be kneaded frequently, as she was worried that the flesh of her calves would become hard and thick, which would make her look unsightly.

Her cloakroom is very large and has a lot of clothes. The better ones come in complete sets, so she doesn’t have to think about matching them, and of course she doesn’t have to wash them herself.

Her current clothes are very particular when it comes to washing them. They cannot be washed casually, like the kind that are washed in a basin with a stick and washed by the river. They are usually scrapped after one time.

These brightly colored dresses are also very troublesome to wash.

Anyway, there is a dedicated laundry person.

Her family is now in the "three-off, three-change" class.

I just have a lot of clothes at home and can change at least three sets every day.

Not only do you have a lot of clothes, you wear different clothes to go to different places, and you also have a lot of social circles.

Anyway, they are already a higher class than the well-off.

Jiang Mianmian ate too much at night, and the rice was really hard. Fortunately, she had her teeth replaced, but these new teeth must be protected well. They will last a lifetime. The level of dentistry at this time is too low.

I don't want to sleep right now, nor do I want to lie down and read a book.

Jiang Mianmian took out a black leather book from the cabinet.

The cover of the book reads "Mian Mian's Diary".

Yes, this is Jiang Mianmian's diary.

Every serious person has a diary.

She will take notes herself.

Probably because of confusion.

There were times, otherwise, she was always a little out of it.

It's like the body is lying down, the soul is floating, and the third field of vision is sweeping.

So she keeps a diary.

Record your daily routine.

Then I would draw some strange pictures in my diary.

Write some special requests.

For example: It’s so hot today, and I really want to wear a thin, multi-layered skirt that’s cool and beautiful.

Then a few days later, her father would send her a skirt, saying that she happened to see it outside and it was okay.

For example: Not happy, don’t want to eat.

Then there will be all kinds of delicious food in the evening.

For example, if I don’t want to memorize it today, I really don’t want to, and I can’t memorize it.

But her father would still let her carry it.

For a day or two, I pretended not to have read her diary.

Jiang Mianmian knew it well.

But I still write seriously.

Such as today.

It is also a day worth remembering.

A diary is a must.

The first surgery today was to repopulate a severed finger.

The difficulty of the operation is 8 points.

The surgery completion score was 7.8.

Be reminded to preserve severed limbs in the correct way.

Don't delay too long.

Jiang Mianmian recorded the process of performing surgery on people today, what was missing and how to improve it.

Each stroke was written carefully.

Although it was all written by her, it might become an important archaeological material in the future.

The main theme is to make archaeologists doubt history and science.

Carefully finish writing a serious diary.

Jiang Mianmian took Jiang Xiaoshu and Fat Ya for a walk around again, and saw that the big rocks in the backyard had been moved away by her father very efficiently.

Next, my days will be simple and my diary will contain few words.

Day two.

no class.

Serve porridge.

Day three.

no class.

Serve porridge.

Fourth day.

no class.

Serve porridge.

fifth day.

no class.

Serve porridge.

Today the strong man with a particularly thick neck who has been waiting in line came to see me.

When he saw me, he knelt down, took out a bloody knife, and said to his own neck: "I have been coming to get medicine and porridge for the past few days, but starting from the second day, a group of people came sneaking around. , I, Zhang Weibiao, had eaten your fill for five days, miss, and had no repayment. I followed this group of people and heard that they were planning to kidnap you, miss, in the chaos, so I killed them first. I killed someone, so tell the miss, Thank you for the generous meal. I, Zhang Weibiao, will not change my name or surname. I killed the man and I will pay for it with my life so that you will not be harmed."

I stretched out my hand to stop him, but I almost didn't stop him. He was too strong.

I thought these things would only happen in scripts, but it really happened before my eyes.

I sent him to the Yamen. If he is really guilty, my father will convict him. If he is not wrong, does this count as active self-defense?

In short, this is really an era of justice and decisiveness.

It's a pity that the few people who were killed were all fresh, and none of them were going to receive organ transplants.

I don’t know how to match it either.

But even if there is, I can't figure it out now.

There is a lot of shortage, especially assistants, and we need to start cultivating them.

Hope to see Zhang Weibiao tomorrow.

I hope to build a medical department.

Finally, I hope grandma will cook less noodles and eat more rice.

The diary is closed.

The blue leather cover is beautiful.

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