The eldest daughter of a peasant family: They are all my sisters’ passers-by

Lan Wangshu didn't know what he was thinking, but she knew that he was a rational brother and must have his reasons for making such a decision. As the eldest sister, she just had to choose to respect and support him.

She pinched his elastic little face with her soft fingertips and nodded.

"Xiaoyu, if you have made up your mind, just do it and move forward boldly. Your sister will take care of the rest."

Lan Wangshu's gentle gaze fell on Lan Wangyu. She seemed to be glowing, which made Zhou Xingnan extremely envious. Why wasn't his last name Lan?

She went back and got another cup of tea, and Lan Wangyu took it swiftly.

"Master, please take a seat."

Cang Wenyuan stood up, brushed off the wooden flowers on his body, straightened his clothes and hairstyle, and sat up straight.

Lan Wangshu quickly threw a cushion over, and Lan Wangyu knelt on it obediently, holding the tea above his head with both hands.

"Master, please have tea."

Cang Wenyuan took the teacup, smiling, and took a sip of tea. The fragrance lingered on his lips and teeth, and the aftertaste was long, making him feel more satisfied.

He took out a folding fan from his waist. The fan surface was woven with silk and gold thread. It could be used to exchange for money at critical moments, and the gold thread could be pulled out and used as a hidden weapon to save his life. The fan bone was made of ebony. It was not top-grade, but it was good quality. It should be very precious to him.

Lan Wangyu took it respectfully with both hands and handed it to Lan Wangshu.

"Sister, keep it for me."

She responded with a smile, and tilted her head to stare at Cang Wenyuan. Now it was his turn to sweat profusely. This empty and straight look really made people's backs creepy.

Mo Yici instantly understood what she meant by looking at him like that just now. It turned out that she was thinking.

"Keep this apprenticeship gift for now, and give it to Brother Cang after the wheat is grown."

Cang Wenyuan instantly understood what she meant, which was that it was linked to his political achievements. It must be something new, and it was really worth it to have this disciple.

He nodded in agreement casually and took Lan Wangyu with him to work on the plow.

Seeing that everyone had something to do, she decided to take care of Lan Luochen, who was still sleeping at this time.

"Jingyang, go to the study and take notes. If you do well, I'll make you something delicious tonight."

"okay."

Zhou Xingnan had a goal and went into the study obediently. Mo Yi raised his eyebrows for the first time, glanced at Lan Wangshu's back, lowered his eyes, and didn't know what he was thinking.

Inside the room, Lan Angshu quietly stayed beside Lan Luochen and tested his temperature with a thermometer. It was 36.7 degrees. He felt relieved that the fever had subsided and simply leaned against the bed with his eyes closed to rest.

When Lan Luochen woke up, he felt that his body was very sticky, and there was a smell of sweat mixed with the smell of alcohol, which was not very pleasant. He moved his already stiff body, struggled to sit up from the bed, and saw Lan Wangshu leaning against the bed.

"elder sister."

He murmured softly, feeling deeply moved, his nose felt sore, and his vision blurred. He took a deep breath to calm himself, gently took Lan Wangshu's hand, and contentedly lay down and slept for a while.

In Lan Wangshu's dream, something tightly bound her hands. When she woke up, she found that her hands were being pinched by her adopted brother. When she moved, Lan Luochen also woke up.

She felt a little worried and touched his forehead.

"The fever has gone down. Change into dry clothes and take a shower when you are well again."

Lan Wangshu swiftly brought in a basin of warm water, wrung out the handkerchief and handed it over.

"Wipe it off. I left the clothes for you. Call me when you're done changing."

Lan Luochen responded in a low voice, feeling a little embarrassed. As soon as she left, he tidied himself up obediently, changed his clothes, and opened the door. There were many people in the yard. He didn't expect it to be so lively.

Lan Wangshu lit a charcoal fire in the pavilion and asked him to go over and warm himself by the fire. She opened all the windows and doors of Lan Luochen's room and propped them up with small wooden sticks. She also took down all the bedding on the bed and put it in the basin, and then replaced it with new bedding.

After boiling the water, they started to iron the bedding. Cang Wenyuan and the others didn't think there was anything wrong with it, as these things were supposed to be done by the women in the family, but the younger brothers of the Lan family all wanted to go over and help.

"Okay, you're young, and you're not well yet, so don't make things worse. I'll fix it soon."

She moved very quickly, and only when she was wringing out the water did Zhou Xingnan run out to help, and then they hung them out to dry together.

“Doing laundry is so much fun.”

Lan Wangshu even laughed at his own poverty. It was true that rich people thought work was fun. It turned out that people were different.

"Boss, look."

Zhou Xingnan ran back to the study and took out a booklet.

Lan Wangshu flipped through it and found that the handwriting was really bad and could only be barely recognized. She asked a few questions casually, and Zhou Xingnan looked at her with the eyes of a college student. After testing her, she knew Zhou Xingnan's basics. He could recite it all, but he didn't say a word when asked about the meaning.

It just so happened that Lan Luochen was not in a good mental state, so she told him the story first, and let her brother listen as much as he could, and she could continue with the rest after he recovered.