Parents are busy farming

After dinner, Ye Zifen finally calmed down, and she also had time to look through her old diary.

At this time, she had not forgotten about the artificial hatching of ducklings.

Put the two diaries in front of yourself and touch them gently with your hands.

I don't know if it's because it's been turned over too many times, or if the quality of the paper isn't as good as home-made ones. In short, it's a bit old.

Thinking about the paper at home, Ye Zifen decided to re-write the two diaries.

In addition, newly researched things should also be recorded in the diary.

This thing is the most precious treasure left to future generations!

But before that, let’s scroll through it and see if there is any memory about raising ducks.

Under the dim light, Ye Zifen sat in front of the table, her body upright and her fingers constantly turning.

Unfortunately, after searching for an hour, she still found nothing. Just when Ye Zifen had given up, an idea struck her and she seemed to have thought of something.

There seemed to be some special notebooks, which were the papers she used to record her daily life when she started practicing calligraphy. It was probably the time when she was hatching chicks.

So she got up and rummaged through her old things. Fortunately, her childhood things were placed in a box.

As soon as she walked out of the door and wanted to go to the warehouse, Mrs. Feng heard the sound, put on her clothes and hurriedly opened the door to her room.

"It turns out to be Miss, what are you doing with the lantern?"

Ye Zifen was a little embarrassed for disturbing Mrs. Feng's rest, and said apologetically: "I'm going to the warehouse to find something, you go and have a rest first!"

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Feng put her hands into her sleeves and fastened the buttons of her clothes. Then she walked out and closed the door to prevent the heat inside from escaping.

"Since we are looking for something, I will hold a lantern and go look around with you!"

Ye Zifen knew that Mrs. Feng wanted to come over to help her, and originally wanted her to rest, but thinking about Mrs. Feng's temper, she could only agree, "Okay!"

The two came to the door of the warehouse. Ye Zifen took out the key, opened the lock, and pushed the door open.

The originally empty warehouse is now filled with many boxes.

Most of the things here are gifts from the Hong family to Zizifen, and there are also some things that Zifen bought herself.

"If I didn't look at these things, I wouldn't have known that I was already so rich!" Zi Zifen joked to herself.

Mrs. Feng didn't think it was anything, because her young lady was busy every day, so it was natural for her to get these things.

He said proudly: "Our lady is good to others, receives many gifts, and gives out many things. You don't usually like to use these, so naturally you receive them, in the warehouse."

Ye Zifen defended: "Why don't I want to use these things? Look at what I have to do every day and where I am going. There is no suitable occasion to bring them with me!"

When Ye Zifen said that, he went straight to the innermost box.

Mrs. Feng didn't know what exactly Ye Zifen was looking for, but she followed behind Ye Zifen to help light the lanterns. Each of them had a lantern, which increased the brightness of the room a lot.

Ye Zifen opened the box and saw the neatly arranged papers inside.

Mrs. Feng looked at it curiously and asked, "What are these?"

Ye Zifen replied with a smile: "I practiced calligraphy when I was a child."

Mrs. Feng, who has been in the Ye family for so long, naturally knows that Ye Zifen's good calligraphy is praised by everyone around her.

But seeing such a large box of calligraphy exercises, I also silently understood in my heart how much my lady had paid for it.

"No wonder Miss' handwriting is so good. No matter how many scholars who took the imperial examination, she can't surpass it!"

Mrs. Feng sighed with emotion.

"When I was young, I heard that my grandpa's calligraphy was very beautiful. Plus, I had nothing to do at that time, so I could only pass the time by practicing calligraphy."

Ye Zifen was a little sad when she said it.

She didn't tell Mrs. Feng that she was practicing calligraphy at that time so that Wang Tinghe could see that she was somewhat similar to her grandfather, and it would be better if she had less resentment towards her.

Looking back on the past, I feel that I was really stupid and pitiful at that time.

"Come on, let's carry all these to my room. I want to look for it to see if I have recorded what I want before."

After Ye Zifen said the crazy woman, she and he carried the box and walked out.

Even though it is just a box of paper, based on the degree of accumulation, the weight of this box is also extremely heavy.

The two of them lifted the box out bit by bit, making sure not to hit other boxes and damage the contents inside.

By the time the two of them carried the box to Ye Zifen's house, it had already taken a long time.

Zi Zifen went back and locked the door of the warehouse. When she came back, she saw that Mrs. Feng was still there, so she said to her: "It's getting late, you should go back and rest quickly!"

Instead, Mrs. Feng asked her: "Don't you want to rest, Miss? This matter is very urgent? Aren't you going to send them south tomorrow morning?"

Zi Zifen thought that the next few days seemed to be busy, so she said to Mrs. Feng: "You go and rest first. I will take a quick look. If you can't find me, go to bed. It won't take too long."

Mrs. Feng knew that Ye Zifen was a stubborn child, so she had no choice but to leave her room.

However, he did not go to rest, but went directly into the kitchen, intending to make her a midnight snack.

After Mrs. Feng left, Ye Zifen took out stacks of papers from the box and looked through them carefully.

The words on it were still very immature, but Ye Zifen didn't pay attention to them.

In fact, this work is not that cumbersome. As long as you find the relevant words, you will know whether it is what she needs.

An hour later, Mrs. Feng knocked on the door.

Ye Zifen was startled by the knock on the door, raised her head, then got up and came to open the door.

"Miss, I cooked a bowl of noodles for you. It's late at night now. Eat something hot to warm yourself up!"

Ye Zifen said angrily: "Didn't I tell you to take a rest? Why are you still doing this!"

Ye Zifen took the bowl of noodles from Mrs. Feng's hand and put it on the table.

Then he pushed Mrs. Feng out until she was sent to the door of her room, opened the door and pushed Mrs. Feng inside.

He told her: "Have a good rest, I will go to bed immediately after eating the noodles!"

Mrs. Feng smiled and nodded, "Miss, please go back quickly. It's very cold outside."

Zi Zifen helped close the door, and then went to her room. As soon as she entered the door, she saw the bowl of noodles on the table, and her eyes suddenly became moist.

He closed the door, walked to the table, picked up the chopsticks on the bowl, and started eating bite by bite.

The noodles were no longer as hot as before, but the temperature was just right, not only warming her stomach but also her heart.

After finishing the noodles, Ye Zifen did not take out the bowl. She did not want to open the door and disturb Mrs. Feng's rest. Instead, she wanted to pack up the papers on the table and go back to rest.

It was no coincidence that just when Ye Zifen was collecting the remaining papers, his eyes fell on a piece of paper, which was the process of hatching a chick.