After she was reborn, she was admitted to another world and had to choose the system.

After following Ruan Yingqiu back, I started to carefully observe the layout of the house when I arrived at her house. In the yard in front of the house, there are flower beds made of discarded pickle vats.

There are many small chrysanthemums of various colors planted in the flower bed, white, yellow, lavender... There are also gardenias on the edge. Although it is not the flowering period of gardenias, the green leaves look very eye-catching.

Ling Shuyao also saw a tall plant on the edge of the yard. The wide leaves made her very curious. She pointed at it and asked, "Auntie, what is that leafy plant?"

Ruan Yingqiu looked in the direction of his finger. If it wasn't Phytophaga, it was something else.

"You curious cat, that's pokeweed. Well, it can also be used as medicine, but it's poisonous. Don't mess around with it."

At this moment, Ruan Yingqiu's eldest son came out to look for her. School is about to start in a few days, and I’m all catching up on homework at home.

Ruan Yingqiu saw him and immediately asked him to help in the kitchen and let his youngest son play with Ling Shuyao.

Ling Shuyao's little cousin just entered the first grade last year. Seeing him doing homework in the main room, Ling Shuyao waved her hand to Ruan Yingqiu and said that she could stay alone and didn't want to delay her little cousin's homework.

In fact, Ling Shuyao was not idle either. After placing the books on the table in the main room, he ran to help Ruan Yingqiu choose vegetables. He also took over the easy tasks of peeling garlic and washing ginger.

Seeing Ling Shuyao running forward and backward with her short legs, Ruan Yingqiu smiled from ear to ear when he saw her like this, and he didn't forget to tease her.

Ling Shuyao just smiled and said nothing, just completing the small tasks in his hands.

After lunch, Ling Shuyao quickly returned to Liu An's house. After all, he still had to study elementary school textbooks on his own and spent part of his day practicing calligraphy, so he couldn't stay at Liu An's house for a long time.

Thinking of Ling Jianjun who had returned home after the operation, he wanted to go back and have a look. Go tell Ji Xunfang later and he should be able to take him back.

When I arrived at Liu An's house, I started practicing big calligraphy without stopping. During this period, I felt a little slack, and I felt a little rusty in holding the pen. It seemed that I would need to extend the time and practice more often.

After practicing calligraphy, I went to my room and took out the fourth-grade textbook I had brought with me, and sat on a chair in the main room to study by myself.

Reading time is always short. When Mother Liu brought her a White Rabbit toffee, Ling Shuyao was still confused and had a feeling of who I am and where I am.

After reacting, he quickly said: "Thank you, grandma."

Seeing Liu's mother still sitting next to her, Ling Shuyao took the opportunity to ask: "Grandma, I want to go home and see my father, is that okay?"

Mother Liu touched her head kindly and responded: "Of course. We were going to check on your father tomorrow, and we will definitely take you with us. But you can't go home yet. We will go there tomorrow. You need to come back with us, you know?”

Ling Shuyao tilted her head and asked pretending to be confused: "Why?"

Mother Liu sighed and said: "If you go back, your mother will have to take care of you and your father. She will definitely not be able to take care of you, and she won't be able to take care of you as carefully as before. So you have to stay at grandma's house more After waiting for a while, when mother can straighten things out at home, it won’t be too late to take Yaoyao back, don’t you think?”

Ling Shuyao had known this for a long time and was not too surprised. Since Liu Lian felt that this was better for her, there was nothing wrong with her staying at the Liu family for a while. After all, she was no longer the child of only a few years old in her previous life. They all long for the arms of their parents.

More than a month passed like this, and Liu Lian finally came to take Shuyao home.

The task of spring plowing was arduous, because Ling Jianjun had no way to go out to work like last year, so he could only cook for Liu Lian at home, and he couldn't do heavy work, so he asked Liu to go to the mountain to cut bamboo, and then he would do it at home. Weaving baskets and other things that require strength will be done when Liu Lian comes back.

After Ling Shuyao came back, he took the initiative to follow Ling Jianjun to make some knickknacks, and when he went to the market, he could take them to the street and sell them for some money.

The weather in March and April is already slightly hot, the trees have already sprouted green buds, and the flowers are vying to bloom.

Ling Jianjun has completely adapted to the life of hanging a excrement bag on his body. Except for the smell and unsightliness of being closer, he looks just like ordinary people.

When Ling Shuyao was reading in the yard that day, he suddenly remembered that there were very few cake sellers in these small towns. They could set up an oven at home and make cakes, or scones, or bake buns, etc. and sell them at the market. of. Maybe it can reduce some of the burden on the family.

But how to bring it up has become a problem!

Ling Shuyao shook her head there, sighing left and right, causing Ling Jianjun, who was making a bamboo basket next to her, to look at her frequently, quite dumbfounded.

Ling Jianjun's fingers kept flying back and forth between the bamboo strips, and it didn't take long for the delicate bamboo basket to take shape. While I was editing, I never forgot to ask Ling Shuyao: "Yao Yao, what's going on? You haven't been sitting here for long, why do I keep hearing you sigh?"

Ling Shuyao propped up her chin and replied boredly: "Of course it's because of troubles that it's like this. I'm very worried."

Ling Shuyao replied to Ling Jianjun's words and was thinking about the feasibility of her last solution.

Building a stove may be a bit complicated, but I have seen other methods on mobile phones more or less in my previous life. I have also learned from tutorials on the Internet, so it should be no big problem!

How to sell is another problem. The small market outside the village will definitely not work. You have to go to the big market in the town, but the big market usually only opens every few days.

He sighed and murmured: "This is really difficult."

Having made up her mind, she decided to wait for Liu Lian to come back and ask Liu Lian to bring her with her next time she went to pick up Jianjun's bamboo woven products. She had to carefully consider whether there were any stores or stalls of this type.

Night fell quickly, and when Ling Shuyao and the others were having dinner around the small table, Ling Shuyao began to ask Liu Lian and Ling Jianjun about the earthen oven.

"Dad, do you know the oven made of mud and bricks? The kind that can bake things and eat them?"

Ling Shuyao gestured back and forth with his hands, describing the appearance and features of the oven to Ling Jianjun.

"Why do you ask?" Ling Jianjun replied vaguely while eating his meal.

"Wouldn't it be great if we set up a big oven at home, then ask a blacksmith to order some molds, make more bread, cakes, etc. and sell them?"

After Ling Shuyao finished speaking, she remembered that her parents hadn't been out much at this time, so they probably hadn't been exposed to these things yet. She turned around and said to Liu Lian: "Mom, take me with you next time you go to sell something. I promise not to run around. I just want to see what is being sold on the street."

After hearing what Ling Shuyao said just now, Liu Lian came to her senses and agreed after thinking about it.

Ling Jianjun said at this time: "I have never seen what you are talking about, but if you can tell me what materials you want, your mother should be able to build it for you under my guidance."

As he spoke, Ling Shuyao told Ling Jianjun the materials for making the oven one by one. They were all common and nothing special.

Ling Jianjun said to Liu Lian: "Since Yaoyao has an idea, we can also support her. Maybe we can actually make something."

Liu Lian had no objection: "As long as you're not too tired or annoyed, I'll do it."