After rebirth, I became the villain’s sister-in-law Bai Yueguang

Jiang Wancheng looked at his retreating back anxiously, wanting to shout something, but couldn't.

Sister Ya pulled her hand in fear and asked, "Sister...is brother going to kill my uncle?"

Jiang Wancheng was immediately shocked.

After all, how could a five-year-old kid ask this question?

It took her a while before she replied in a complicated mood: "No."

She believed that no matter what the circumstances, Wen Chaoyan would at least never forget the great kindness Master showed to them during these days on Wushan Mountain.

Master saved Sister Ya and also saved her Jiang Wancheng.

He also treated Wen Chaoyan.

He is not an ungrateful person.

These days we all live together, laughing and having fun.

Although no one knows the true identity of Master, they have already regarded each other as family members.

Therefore, holding a knife may be to threaten or fight, but it will never be to kill.

What's more, after all, Mr. Feng has become her master. Once a master, he will always be a father. Before the facts are clear, if he kills her master, wouldn't she also hate him?

Therefore, Jiang Wancheng was sure that Wen Chao and Yan Ding had their own sense of proportion.

Seeing Wen Erlang still looking shocked and guilty, Jiang Wancheng patted him on the shoulder and comforted him: "It's okay, your brother will take care of it."

Wen Erlang pulled his head back to the room dejectedly, closed the door, and did not want to step out of the door again for the whole day.

Jiang Wancheng sighed.

I had no choice but to take Sister Ya back to the room.

Not long after, the craftsmen arrived.

Although no man in the family showed up, Mr. Feng specially greeted them before going to work yesterday, saying that he had something to do in the house these days, so they were not allowed to disturb him.

The hideous scar on Old Feng's face is already scary, and he has some tricks that can be used to correct life and death, so everyone in Fangjia Village privately calls him a ghost old man.

No one dared not listen to what he said.

Wen Dalang, on the other hand, was frightened when he saw him, so he didn't see him, and the craftsmen all secretly sighed.

After the craftsmen arrived, they saw the work they had left yesterday and continued to do it.

Jiang Wancheng heard clanking outside. There were many craftsmen, but within a few days, the main body of the house was almost taking shape.

After erecting beams and building tiles, it shouldn't take more than the first month for the two houses to be completed.

However, there was something she had to do today.

Jiang Wancheng didn't have to worry about the craftsmen's daily meals.

But the boiled water that the craftsmen drink every day is boiled by the master or Wen Chaoyan himself.

Since these two people were not here today, Jiang Wancheng had to show up.

After all, these craftsmen are all men. Jiang Wancheng, a female, does not dare to test human nature, so even if she wants to go out, she has to put on some disguise.

She remembered that in the town before, she wore a veil on her face, which aroused curiosity from others, so she did not plan to use the veil as a useless thing.

I simply touched some dust on the wall, and then wiped my fair face dirty and yellow.

Then he took off the belt from his waist.

Winter jackets are already bulky. If you don't wear a belt, they will look round from the back, and you won't be able to see the waist.

Jiang Wancheng neatly tied up his hair into a bun, tied it with a blue cloth belt, and went out.

The large iron pots set up in the yard were originally used to boil water for these craftsmen.

Jiang Wancheng poured more than half of the pot of water into it, closed the lid, and set up firewood. After a while, the water in the pot boiled.

Jiang Wancheng stopped caring about this place. After going to the kitchen to get a sickle, he went to the lawn to find some weeds and vines, cut them back, and then threw them into the pen to feed the chickens, ducks, geese, etc.

When she returned to the house, the craftsmen came over to bring water to drink.

"Why is this girl coming out to boil water for us today?"

"Mr. Feng was busy and didn't see that the door was closed tightly. There was no sound at all."

"Stop talking... drink the hot drink to warm yourself up and continue working."

After a while, there was no sound in the yard again, and Jiang Wancheng breathed a sigh of relief.

Sister Ya lay bored and watched Jiang Wancheng making a quilt. Jiang Wancheng found her a piece of cloth and a needle.

"Do you want to learn?"

Sister Ya is not very interested.

Jiang Wancheng: "Sister, I'm not forcing you to learn something you don't like. It's just that in this world, it's difficult for women to live. Let's have more skills around us. Even if we lose the support of others in the future, we can support ourselves alone. , so that you won’t be forced into a dead end and choose the path you don’t want to choose.”

Sister Ya didn't seem to understand, but she still obediently allowed Jiang Wancheng to teach her the acupuncture technique.

But after practicing for a while, after pricking his finger, he dropped the veil again: "Sister, I can't learn this. I can also practice other skills. You can think of other things to teach me." !”

Jiang Wancheng: "Then...cooking?"

Sister Ya shook her head vigorously.

"Uh~! No! Sister, I can eat! But I'm afraid of knives. I don't dare to cut vegetables."

Jiang Wancheng can play the guqin.

In modern times, her mother forced her to learn the guqin when she was a child. She worked hard and never failed to learn the guqin until she finished it.

So I can't say how superb her skills are, but it's absolutely no problem to teach a child 180 pieces of music.

But now, they can't afford a piano either.

Moreover, in ancient times, it was not a bright place for women to play the piano and go to work.

Jiang Wancheng thought for a while and could only shake his head.

"Then let me think about it again."

"However, you are five years old now. If you don't want to be a female celebrity, then learn to read!"

"It is also very good for a girl to know how to read and write."

When Sister Ya heard that she could read, her eyes instantly became bright.

"Can I also learn to read? Like my second brother?"

Jiang Wancheng: "Your second brother is studying so that one day he can gain fame and change his destiny. As a woman, it's a pity that you can't gain fame now."

"However, if you can read and read, you will be able to discern things clearly when you grow up. Even if you cannot travel far and see all the mountains and rivers, you can still understand the world's affairs and people's feelings through the words in the books, and know that the world is big and the human heart is the most important."

After hearing this, Sister Ya's face was filled with yearning.

"Sister, can you read?"

Jiang Wancheng replied: "Of course. Although you are a little late in enlightenment now, it doesn't matter. You will learn quickly."

As she spoke, she got off the bed and took out a thousand-character book from the cabinet.

Although young people from inland China are not very good at writing traditional Chinese characters nowadays, they can basically recognize them.

So the last time in town, when Orion went to the bookstore to buy new books for Wen Erlang, Jiang Wancheng thought of Sister Ya.

After all, the girl should be able to read and write.

At that time, she asked him to bring back a thousand-character book for Sister Ya.

In this way, she can first slowly teach her to read in person.

If she is interested and has talent, she can learn slowly.

When Jiang Wancheng proposed it at the time, he thought Wen Chaoyan would refuse.

After all, now that they are in a farmhouse, whose little girl is going to learn how to read?

I'm afraid it's an unheard-of wonder in the world.

Unexpectedly, Wen Chaoyan agreed.