Generals take care of their children: The master mother leads the system to farm

With two days left, Li Changle was not in a hurry and even took some time to take a short nap.

When I got up, Li Shixi and Yu'er were still playing cat's tangle.

Li Changle felt uncomfortable, "Shixi, don't you have anything else to play with?" It felt weird for boys to always play cat's cradle.

Li Shixi said innocently: "Let's play with picking up stones. Yu'er's hands are too small to play."

Fish's innocent face: "Mom! It's fun!"

Li Changle was ashamed. She opened the system mall and asked Li Shixi, "Has Shixi ever been to school?"

"I started studying and learning calligraphy at the age of four with my grandfather."

Li Changle turned around and looked at the child, very curious, "Can you write now?"

"I know a little, but my handwriting is not good..."

Li Changle: "It's okay. If you can't write well, just practice more."

She found other entertainment for her two children.

I searched for calligraphy copybooks in the mall and bought a set of introductory calligraphy copybooks for my child, which comes with three brushes, a can of ink, a pen holder, an ink disc, 100 sheets of grid paper, and a calligraphy book for tracing.

A set cost 18 contribution points, and she stood beside the wooden cabinet and placed the order despite the pain.

I searched for "wooden building blocks" again and spent 15 contribution points to buy 100 wooden building blocks made of logs.

Then he opened the lid of the wooden cabinet and took out the two sets of expensive "toys".

It's really expensive! I only have 41 contribution points left.

She thought, I have to save up contribution points. I will buy the toy this time. She can't bear to see the child playing with the flower rope every day. After all, there will be a hibernation period next, and it will be boring for the child to be locked up at home.

Li Shixi opened the wooden box of the calligraphy set, which had been automatically repackaged, and stroked the smooth wooden lid. His eyes gradually turned red. "The four treasures of the study that my grandfather gave me were all burned..."

Li Changle patted the child on the shoulder and comforted him, "You are a little man, don't cry, or the fish will laugh at you."

"Brother, shame on you!" The fish responded to her mother's call.

Li Shixi pretended to glare, and Yu'er hid under the quilt.

Li Changle folded the quilt and blanket aside and poured the building blocks onto the bed for Yuer to play with.

"Brother is practicing calligraphy in the house, is it okay for Yu'er to play and build a house?"

"Great!" the fish cheered and pounced on the new toy.

Li Changle went to the kitchen, added water to the pot, washed the bones that had been blanched in water and a little salt and placed next to the stove last night, threw them into the pot, added two more pieces of firewood to the stove, and began to cook the bone soup.

I estimated the time and the soup was almost done, so I washed some rice and millet and put them into the pot to cook with the bone soup, and had pork bone porridge in the evening.

In the rice jar on the ground were some rabbit, pheasant and roe deer meat. In addition to the pork brought by Hu Chunshan, some of the other meats were also left. Some were pickled with a light salt and placed in the rice jar, and some were braised together with the pork and then put away.

They now have food and drink and are no longer the destitute family they were before.

During this time, Li Changle returned to the inner room.

The fish was already buried in a pile of building blocks, and was having a lot of fun playing with them, even though every time she piled them up high the whole thing would collapse halfway through, causing her to stamp her feet on the bed in excitement, and then persevere and start again.

Li Shixi sat at a low table, holding the brush seriously, practicing calligraphy on rough paper, and his writing looked quite good.

Li Changle felt extremely ashamed. When she was young, her father forced her to learn calligraphy for two years, but she was inattentive and ended up not being able to write as well as any other child.

When Li Shixi saw her looking at him, he stopped writing and said shyly, "Aunt, did I write very badly..."

Li Changle: "How could that be? You are prettier than what my aunt wrote!"

Li Shixi shook his head. "Aunt, you don't like to say that. Grandfather used to say that your handwriting of small characters with flowers on the hairpin is very gentle and lively."

"..." This was embarrassing. She couldn't even remember what Zanhua Xiaokai looked like, and she didn't know whether she had inherited her original body's deft hands.

Li Changle changed the subject with a fake smile, "Shixi, do you know everyone in Lushui Village?"

Li Shixi was tidying up the table while reminiscing, "Well, I know most of them, but I'm not very familiar with them..."

The brother and sister looked like beggars as soon as they arrived at the door, and few villagers would actually let them in.

They just gave them a few bites of food and told them to go home quickly, because they were afraid that the child would freeze to death on their doorstep.

There is compassion, but not much.

So why are the brother and sister so kind to their mother-in-law?

It was because whenever the brother and sister went to Wang's house, they would receive caring comments from their mother-in-law and be pulled into the house to warm up by the brazier.

Li Changle recalled the system's reminder and asked, "Do you know an elderly widow in the village?"

I originally wanted to ask Guihua about it, but then I was afraid that asking for no reason would arouse suspicion.

It’s better to ask the child first. After all, he has lived in Lushui Village for quite some time and often walks around the village.

Li Shixi thought for a while, "Auntie, are you talking about... that weird mother-in-law?"

"Eh? What weird mother-in-law?"

"There's a strange old lady living in the bamboo forest that you can see over the hill. She ignores people and doesn't talk. The children in the village don't dare to get close to her."

Li Changle held his chin and thought carefully. When he passed by the small bamboo forest when leaving the village yesterday, he did not look around carefully and did not find the house where this strange old woman lived.

She decided to look for it tomorrow.

"Ahh~ It's falling down~" The fish on the bed started to cry in a baby voice again.

Li Shixi saw this and quickly climbed onto the bed, "Brother, stop practicing calligraphy and play with Yu'er."

Li Changle watched speechlessly as the two heads put together and started playing.

Li Shixi is totally obsessed with sisters!

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On the hillside of Lushui Village, there is a small bamboo forest adjacent to the village.

Although it is easy to walk through this bamboo forest, which is only five or six meters wide, it is quite long. After walking across the hillside from the Li family courtyard, you can see the end of the bamboo forest. From the end, the bamboo forest extends upward to the back of Lushui Village.

As dusk fell, white smoke began to rise sparsely from the chimneys on the kitchen roofs of the villagers as they began to cook dinner.

At this time, in one of the families in the village, a couple was discussing something in the main room.

The focus of the topic was exactly the weird old woman that Li Shixi mentioned.

"Old man, do you think I should go tell Muramasa?"

The old woman at the table was talking as she picked up a piece of pork from the basin and cut it into small pieces with a kitchen knife.

"What are you talking about? No one will care even if you say it! Don't keep talking too much, you're just annoying people for nothing!"

"Alas, so many years have passed, what deep hatred is there? If this continues, people will soon be gone..."

"It's better to be gone! Do you think she is happy to be alive like this?"

"You! Didn't we say that it's better to live a miserable life than to die? We only listened to what the family said about that incident back then. Who knows the truth?"

"Alright, alright, go make dinner and stop interfering!"

The old woman sighed and took the pork to the kitchen.

I was able to eat this meat today thanks to Madam Li.

The bamboo roofs in the small bamboo forest were covered with thatch, which was now covered with a layer of snow, making the already small house look shaky.

There was no sound in the bamboo forest, no sign of human presence in front of the bamboo house, and the wooden doors of the bamboo fence were not locked.

The people in the village who were happily stewing meat had no idea that someone who had lived alone in this bamboo house for many years was about to pass away.