Reborn as an educated youth, my love brain awakens

When Xin Cheng saw Xiao Hei enter the house, he couldn't help but scream and stretched his hands and feet into the house. He wanted to be with his cat brother.

Ji Qinglan put her sons on the bed and let them play by themselves while she went to the kitchen to prepare some food.

After the meal, he took two kilograms of cotton to Secretary Zhang's house, which made Niu Guixiang and her mother-in-law very happy and kept thanking him. Ji Qinglan took eight yuan but didn't ask for a ticket.

In state-owned stores, cotton costs four yuan per pound, but due to the shortage of supply, it has been driven up to five yuan and thirty yuan per pound on the black market.

Niu Guixiang was very happy to have cotton. She talked with Ji Qinglan for a long time, and they ended up going to the captain's house.

Xiang Qiang and Widow Li are getting engaged and will be getting married next month.

Niu Guixiang was still sighing as she spoke. The team leader actually agreed to marry a widower to a widow. Widow Li had been married for three years but had no children.

As a result, Liu Yumei said, "Widow Li can't give birth."

She had been married to the Li family for three years but had not given birth to a child for her husband's family. She had also been having an affair with Xiang Qiang for several months, but she had not listened to the letter.

There's something wrong with it.

The scene was quiet, Ji Qinglan opened her big, kazilan eyes, full of curiosity.

Niu Guixiang hurriedly stopped her daughter-in-law and glanced at her. Oh! What truth is this silly daughter-in-law telling?

He laughed again and changed the subject.

Liu Yumei curled her lips and continued sewing clothes.

Ji Qinglan laughed!

After she was reborn, everything changed.

In his previous life, Xiang Qiang remarried a year later, and the girl he married was not Widow Li, but a girl from another brigade. That girl later gave birth to three sons and one daughter for him.

The family of seven lived in her house and was very happy.

Later, the policy was liberalized and land was distributed to each household. Widow Li opened a small shop at home and set up two card tables. People gathered there every day to drink and play cards, and it was very lively.

Xiang Qiang was a frequent visitor there, and the two of them often hung out together.

Because of this, Xiang Qiang and his wife had many fights.

Later, Xiang Qiang's wife blocked the two men in the house. During the fight, Xiang Qiang's wife revealed the incident in which Xiang Qiang accidentally killed Hu Xiaoli. However, many years had passed since the incident and no one reported it to the police, so the matter was left unresolved.

The world is so unfair.

Hell is empty, the devil is on earth.

In this life, everything seems to be different again.

Xiang Qiang did not marry his wife from his previous life, so he married Widow Li in advance, and the captain actually agreed.

The best is yet to come.

Ji Qinglan followed Niu Guixiang's conversation and chatted about other family matters for a while before going home.

After returning home, Ji Qinglan closed the door and began counting money.

One hundred and fifty kilograms of cotton were sold for four hundred and fifty yuan, a bucket of milk powder at eight yuan was sold for two hundred and forty yuan, twenty pieces of cloth were sold for four hundred and eighty yuan, and the rest included candy and vanishing cream, all of which were sold for seventy-eight yuan.

Brother Shan gave her a bicycle ticket, a radio ticket, and a lot of food coupons, cloth coupons, industrial coupons, etc., and also gave her eight hundred and sixty yuan.

There were eighty Great Unity bills, as well as a lot of dimes and dollar bills. Together with the tickets, the small cloth bag was full, and Ji Qinglan put them directly into the backpack.

"515, are you there?" Ji Qinglan called the system.

"Host, I'm here. What's the matter?" 515's cold voice sounded in Ji Qinglan's ears, and its tone was not very good. It really didn't want to face Ji Qinglan, its host.

There's nothing good about looking for it.

"Can I use this money to buy some self-defense skills? You know, I'm a weak woman with a child, and there's a big enemy in front of me. I don't have any life-saving skills. What if one day I get... wuwu~"

515: ...

I knew it would be no good looking for it.

This little money for skills? It's better to dream, there is everything in dreams.

But, after all, it was chosen by me, so I have to show my favor to her even if I have to kneel down.

"Skills are not cheap. The money you have is not enough. You have to spend some of the things you exchanged today."

"Okay." Ji Qinglan didn't hesitate.

"Wait for me to identify these things and then confirm the skills that can be exchanged." 515 said, and soon fell silent again.

Ji Qinglan was sewing clothes while waiting. She didn't ask for too much. She just wanted to learn some kung fu to protect herself.

These days, she always dreams of that night when the Xiang family strangled Xin Cheng to death and imprisoned her. In her dreams, the faces of the Xiang family members pounced on her like evil spirits.

Although she is alive now, she can't do anything. Nothing that happened in her previous life happened. What can she use to sue them?

She wanted to become stronger and more capable so that she could protect herself and protect the new area.

She was very nervous and didn't know whether the system could be changed.

515 didn't have to wait long before coming back.

515 was amazed at the host's luck. All the things he exchanged were good. The calligraphy and painting among them was an authentic work from the Ming Dynasty.

A transparent panel opened in front of Ji Qinglan's eyes, and images appeared on it in rotation.

Ji Qinglan was stunned. She didn't even realize that the sewing needle had pierced her finger and made it bleed. The panel in front of her was actually still playing images like a TV.

No, even clearer than the TV she watched in her soul state.

is colored.

The Heavenly Dao system shocked her once again.

"You are lucky. The ancient painting you collected is an authentic one from the Ming Dynasty. I have selected several sets of boxing techniques for you. You can choose one. However, you are a latecomer, so how much you can learn depends entirely on yourself."

"One point of sweat, one point of gain. To achieve success, you have to work a hundred times harder than others."

"I understand. Thank you, 515. Meeting you is the luckiest thing in my life." Ji Qinglan expressed his sincere gratitude.

Humph! You have a conscience.

Ji Qinglan looked carefully and found that 515 was a qualified system. It carefully selected several martial arts for her, including Bajiquan, Taijiquan, Wing Chun, and Hongquan...

Ji Qinglan was dazzled and didn't know how to choose for a moment; although she was a martyr's relative, she had no contact with these things in her previous life, and boxing and martial arts were all unfamiliar knowledge to her. In the end, after picking and choosing and asking 515 for advice, she finally chose Wing Chun.

After she clicked on "Ode to Spring", the screen continued to jump, and an old man in white clothes and with an immortal look appeared on the screen, teaching slowly. His technique was slow and his movements were delicate. Ji Qinglan just followed the video and started to learn.

Starting from the very beginning, in less than twenty minutes, her legs were already sore and weak, and she was staggering. She gritted her teeth and held on, but finally fell to the ground.

The little guy who was playing tumbling with Xiao Hei saw his mother fall to the ground. He looked at her with wide eyes, rolled over twice and came to the head of the bed. He lay on his stomach and looked at his mother with his cute eyes staring blankly.

"Ah!" Finally, he stretched out his little fist to cheer his mother up.

Ji Qinglan took a while to get up from the ground, rubbing her sore legs. She was really too weak.

"More haste, less speed. Don't be impatient." 515 advised.

"I know I don't have much time left." Ji Qinglan gritted her teeth. The scene of her tragic death in her previous life was always whipping her in front of her eyes. She had to work harder.

She knew her own limitations and had never thought about mastering advanced martial arts. She just wanted to be able to protect herself and her son.

When her legs felt less sore, she stood up again and started practicing.

The basic stance of Wing Chun is the two-character stance of Sheep Horse.