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

The next day, Wen Chaoyan came early in the morning.

Jiang Wancheng had just had breakfast, and Sister Ya was still pulling vegetable leaves in the field, ready to come back and chop them into pieces to mix with some chicken food.

Unexpectedly, Wen Chaoyan came back with the donkey, and behind the donkey was a cart with several wooden pillars installed in it.

He actually came to do this very early in the morning, no matter how early he got up.

Jiang Wancheng hurriedly greeted him and asked, "Have you had breakfast?"

Wen Chaoyan stared at her with burning eyes: "I have used it. The hot ones are the buns that the girl left for me. They are delicious. Did the girl rest well last night?"

Being stared at by him, Jiang Wancheng blushed a little.

"Of course you have a good rest. Lang Jun, the craftsmen haven't left yet, and there is no one at home. If you don't keep an eye on them, will the finishing work be easy to do?"

Wen Chaoyan: "Even if it's the finishing touches, there's nothing to do. It will be completely completed today, and those people won't dare to mess around."

Thinking of his prestige, Jiang Wancheng thought to himself, 'Yes'.

Wen Chaoyan took the basket from Jiang Wancheng and put it behind the cart. After leading the donkey to the yard, he unloaded the wooden pillars one by one and placed them in the yard.

Then when he turned around, he saw Jiang Wancheng wearing a small green winter coat and a hairband of the same color on his head. The clear water looked like hibiscus, and Pingting was walking among the fields of the same color.

And she was holding a little girl in her hand. This girl was his blood sister, Wen Chaoyan. Both of them were the most important girls in his life now.

They were talking and laughing, with the rising sun rising slowly behind them.

Wen Chaoyan's heart was like the morning sun, being illuminated and gradually becoming warm.

Suddenly, Sister Ya pointed to a sign on the high pole at the door and said: "Brother, take a look. Sister A, second brother, and uncle named our new home last night, and they all wrote it! "

Wen Chaoyan stood up and walked over, looking at the sign.

"Sakurada Lodge?"

Jiang Wancheng looked embarrassed: "I got the name randomly, but I didn't expect Master to use it. Everyone laughed."

Wen Chaoyan asked her seriously: "What's so funny about this?"

Jiang Wancheng: "Don't you realize, sir, that this name is too simple and straightforward, without any poetry or romance?"

Wen Chaoyan smiled and shook his head: "The romance of poetry also comes from the true portrayal of life. This girl's name is the most romantic. I think it's very good."

And this word...

He stared closely at the last two words 'small house'.

Erlang's calligraphy was taught by him. It has not yet been formed yet, but it is already pretty good to be able to write squarely.

It has the words "Feng Lao" on it, which he has seen before.

So, the word "small house" below is what she wrote?

I didn't expect that her handwriting would be so beautiful.

She is free and elegant, not as soft as her appearance, but quite a bit human in her heart.

Jiang Wancheng didn't want to hear him praise her. She thought it was too mysterious, so she quickly ran away with the basket before Wen Chaoyan spoke.

Wen Chaoyan laughed softly outside, thinking in his heart that she was just shy.

Wen Erlang got up early in the morning, had a fist fight and had a meal, and was escorted to the school by Mr. Feng himself.

Today was his first day of school, so he left very early. The school was at the other end of the village, and it only took him a stick of incense to walk there, but Feng Lao hadn't come back yet.

It wasn't until Wen Chaoyan and two pillars were erected that Feng Lao slowly returned with his hands behind his back.

"Don't worry, I've walked around the village. From now on, no one will dare to come and talk to me!"

Feng Lao was like a proud rooster, as if he had accomplished a great success early this morning.

Just as Jiang Wancheng was about to praise him, three women carrying baskets came outside the door.

"Excuse me, is the new Miss Jiang at home?"

Jiang Wancheng and Wen Chaoyan glanced at each other quickly.

Mr. Feng's face turned pale, and he turned stiffly to look at the three women outside the hospital.

Although the women were a little scared when they saw Old Feng's face, they didn't turn around and run away.

But after Jiang Wancheng came out, they quickly waved and asked Jiang Wancheng to go out.

Jiang Wancheng glanced at his master's ugly face, suppressed the amusement in his heart, and hurried out of the yard.

"Excuse me, are you..."

Jiang Wancheng was very curious. No one in this village knew her last name yet, but why did they know her last name was Jiang?

The leading woman among them was the fat aunt from yesterday.

She pulled Jiang Wancheng aside enthusiastically and said, "Don't be afraid, little girl. My surname is He. My little sister married in Fangjia Village, and my brother-in-law has been working in your house on Wushan Mountain since the third day of the first lunar month. Fang Kuizi."

"Yesterday, my sister came to my house in person and told us that the employer they work for has moved to our Zhaojia Village."

"My sister praised you very much, saying that you are not only kind-hearted, but also good at dealing with others, and you can cook the best food. She said that you took care of them when we were in the mountains and made them some money."

"We just want to come and get to know you. We will be neighbors from now on. Come on, my sister-in-law's house doesn't have any good things. I'm afraid you just moved here and you don't have enough. Don't dislike these things. Take them quickly. !”

After saying that, they didn't give Jiang Wancheng a chance to refuse, stuffed the basket into her hands and ran away.

Jiang Wancheng:...

I originally wanted to reopen the map anonymously, but now I am afraid that everyone in the village will know their details before I start.

When she returned with three baskets, Feng Lao, who had already heard everything, said respectfully: "Sure enough, it's not that I'm not scary anymore, it's that these women spread the news too fast! Oh, I'm afraid it will be worse in the future. There is no such thing as pure love..."

Not really.

Jiang Wancheng opened the three baskets in his hands one by one.

There was a basket of vegetables and sweet potatoes, a basket of bran and a little millet, and a basket of frozen pears and potatoes.

Although they are not very expensive things, they are valuable because of their simplicity, and they must be good items that their families can get.

Jiang Wancheng still sighed quietly.

"You don't want it?" Wen Chaoyan came over and asked her after taking a sip of water.

Jiang Wancheng sighed: "Of course I don't want it. Their purpose is, first, they may really want to make friends with our new neighbor who just moved here, but I don't want to interact too closely with others, so I feel troubled."

"Second, they heard from people in Fangjia Village that they made money from us, so they thought they might have another chance in the future. This is a sign of goodwill."

"But we will never build another house in the future, and I don't want to owe you this kind of favor."

"That's all, just accept it. I'll just find a way to return it as soon as possible."

As Jiang Wancheng said, he took out all three baskets and prepared to find an opportunity to return the baskets next time.

The two were talking when another voice came from outside the door.

"Excuse me, is anyone home?"

Sister Ya who was in the house heard the sound and ran out happily and said, "Yes! Everyone in our family is here except my second brother. Who are you?"

As soon as Jiang Wancheng walked out, he heard the other party say: "I am Zhao Shangquan's daughter, Zhao Jingmo. Who are you?"

The voice was gentle and gentle. Jiang Wancheng could see the other person's appearance clearly at a glance, and couldn't help but praise in his heart: What a beautiful and dewy girl!