Travel through time and become the wronged stepmother

Wang Langzhong's eyes immediately exuded a strong desire for knowledge, and he was as excited as a mouse falling into a rice vat.

"Oh, there is such a wonderful book. Can you let me have a look?"

"What? You still want to see it? Where can I look for it?"

Jiang Luorou had no choice but to tell the lies to the end, her eyelids drooped, and her eyes were full of disappointment.

"Hey! What a coincidence. When I was 12 years old, there was a fire in my house and the books were burned."

The hope in Wang Langzhong's face disappeared little by little, and he still looked at Jiang Luorou without giving up.

"It's a real pity that I can't get a glimpse of this book."

"Please Madam Jiang, please tell me what you remember, so that fools like us can gain some knowledge."

Telling one lie meant filling it up with countless lies, which made Jiang Luorou complain endlessly.

I can only tell you about caesarean section, heart transplantation... all the medical skills that I can think of.

Prince Wang furrowed his brows as he heard this, waiting for Jiang Luorou to finish speaking.

He opened his mouth again and asked puzzledly: "This book is really incredible. How do you do this by disemboweling your abdomen and removing the child?"

Jiang Luorou took over the conversation and said, "I have never witnessed it with my own eyes, so I don't know whether it is true or not."

"But I have a vague feeling that this method may be feasible. Apart from other methods of suturing wounds, Mr. Wang can study it."

Wang Langzhong received Jiang Luorou's suggestion and suddenly had an enlightenment.

"Ms. Jiang, what you said makes sense. I have something to do at home, so I'll leave first."

Wang Langzhong was thinking about suturing the wound all the way.

"If this method is really feasible, who knows how many fewer people will die at the border?"

Jiang Luorou saw Wang Langzhong off and had time to make peach blossom cakes for her unborn nephew.

A group of people were busy picking, cleaning, candiing, kneading dough, cracking cakes, and pancakes for an hour.

Only about 300 fragrant peach blossom cakes were made.

While still making pancakes, Mrs. Zhao couldn't wait to hold one in one hand and show it off to her mouth.

In a short time, all four or five peach blossom cakes entered Zhao's stomach.

When Ms. Zhao was about to reach out and take it again, her hand was hit by a rolling pin.

Mrs. Zhao looked at Jiang Luorou dissatisfied and acted like a child.

"Brothers and sisters, I just want to eat one more, isn't it enough just one?"

"Sister-in-law, you didn't listen to what Wang Langzhong said, you can't eat more of this."

Jiang Luorou looked at Zhao with a firm expression and said without refutation.

Whose child feels bad for whomever, and sure enough, Zhao immediately became honest after moving out of the royal family.

He sat obediently by the stove and lit the fire, never mentioning the peach blossom cake again.

After all the peach blossom cakes were taken out of the pan and left to cool, Jiang Luorou ordered Mo Niang and others to distribute these peach blossom cakes to the children in the village.

What happened today is thanks to those children. If it weren't for them, who knows how much trouble would have been caused.

Yan Yunzhu noticed that it was getting late, so it was inconvenient to bother him here.

Plus, I feel a little tired from what happened in the morning.

When he came to the hall, he said goodbye to Zhao and others, and left with Ah Chang.

The atmosphere was slightly solemn under the dim candlelight. Jiang Luorou held a slender thorn stick and beat Ning Ziqing and Ning Zimo hard on their bodies.

"I told you a long time ago that if I have anything to do with my mother, you just don't listen."

"If someone hadn't caught your sister Liu'er below today, how would you have asked me to explain to your fourth aunt?"

"If anything happens to your sister Liu'er, how will your fourth uncle's family survive?"

Ning Zimo gritted his teeth and said, "Mom, this is all my fault. If I hadn't insisted on competing with my sister, this wouldn't have happened."

"Mom, if you want to hit me, just hit me. My sister's skin is so tender that she doesn't need to be hit."

"Mom, don't listen to my brother's nonsense. It's me who is clamoring for the paper kite on the tree."

"If it hadn't been for this, sister Xiao Liu'er wouldn't have climbed the tree. It's all Ziqing's fault, so don't hit your brother."

Ning Ziqing was sobbing while wiping her red and swollen eyes with her little hands.

It looks like an abandoned kitten, which makes people feel affectionate.

Jiang Luorou looked at the appearance of the two children, and her heart was already so soft.

"From now on, remember that paper kites, pearl flowers and other external objects are just thrown away. Don't take any risks, you know?"

"Mom is really afraid of losing any of you."

"We know it, mother." The two children assured Jiang Luorou with tears in their eyes.

The mother and son hugged each other again and separated after a long time.

Jiang Luorou brought them into the house, took off their clothes and gently applied the ointment on their bodies.

While holding someone in his arms, he patted their backs gently and told stories.

It didn't take long for the two children to fall asleep peacefully, but they would make sobbing sounds from time to time.

When Jiang Luorou heard such a voice, her heart throbbed.

"Am I being too strict? They are still six-year-old children."

When Jiang Luorou thought of this, she always wanted to make up for them.

She used her Qinggong skills to jump out of the courtyard and once again came to the big willow tree.

It didn't take much effort to reach the treetops and quietly placed the two paper kites on the wardrobe beside their bed.

The two-day holiday passed in the blink of an eye, and Jiang Luorou sent Xiaoxia and the others back to the shop to open.

Then he returned to the village to check the construction status of the houses. As soon as he arrived at the workshop, he heard something shocking.

Her dear sister-in-law, Wang Xiulan, has been missing since she left for the Flower Festival.

Jiang Luorou didn't pay attention at first, until the next morning she planned to check out the new shop.

By the way, I went to customize a plaque and hang it up. I had already decided on the name and called it Fulou Dessert House.

While walking on the road, a beggar walked towards her and bumped into her.

Jiang Luorou came to her senses and found an extra letter in her arms.

She looked around and could no longer find the beggar who had just hit her.

I could only open the letter and recite it in a low voice, "If you want to kill your sister-in-law, come to the ruined temple in the west of the city to find me tonight with the soap recipe."

Jiang Luorou finished reading the letter and complained unconsciously in her heart.

"Zhen Huairen is just a pig! Why don't you check your household registration first before arresting someone?"

"I really thought that if I just arrested someone, I would obediently hand over the soap formula he wanted."

She then tore the letter into pieces and tossed it carelessly into the air.

Clap your hands, what should you do when you go back? Whatever I was doing, I didn't care about it at all.

In a blink of an eye, it’s the first day of March, and today is the day to pay wages to employees.

Jiang Luorou came to the shop first and paid your sister-in-law and the others their wages.

Xiaoxia and Zhaodi looked at the one or two and five coins in their hands.

Jiang Luorou asked puzzledly, "The salary is not one or two silver a month, why do you give us so much?"

Jiang Luorou said nonchalantly: "It's not that the business of the shop is getting better and better. You guys are also working really hard. You deserve this."

Zhaodi and the others stopped refusing and carefully put the money into their purses.

Jiang Luoroufa didn't keep any more money after the completion of the project, but there were still a group of people in the village waiting for her to pay her wages.