The daily life of a space tycoon raising children, doting on his husband, and farming.

Chapter 33 has never had such ugly handwriting.

The Lin family and the village head's family are related by marriage and have a good relationship. The villagers always give way to the Lin family in everything they do, for fear that the two families will join forces to make things difficult for them.

Shang Wan was the first person in the village to dare slap a member of the Lin family across the face, and the Lin family didn't dare to utter a single word.

Li Xiaoshan instantly transformed into a devoted fan of Shang Wan, calling her "sister" in such a sweet voice.

Li Dashan asked curiously, "Madam Shang, do you know martial arts?"

Shang Wan waved her hand, "I know a little bit of basic kung fu, nothing to brag about."

Li Dashan: "..."

You call kung fu so fast that you can't even see the afterimage a mediocre kung fu?

Shang Wanzhen didn't think she was good at martial arts. It was her genetic evolution, something she was born with as a superhuman, and it had nothing to do with martial arts.

If she knew martial arts, she wouldn't have lost control of her strength last night and almost flattened Liu's head.

She remembered how Liu had pinched and beaten her own son. Last night, while Village Chief Lin was helping out at the Chen family's house, she sneaked into the Lin family's house and beat Liu up under the covers.

Poor Liu fainted from the pain and didn't even get a chance to see what the murderer looked like.

The Lin family all suspected that Shang Wan was responsible. In the entire village, only Shang Wan was as ruthless and vicious, but they had no evidence and could only swallow their anger for the time being.

Shang Wan brought the Li brothers home, where Xiao Huan had just finished giving Xiao Hui a bath.

Yuanyuan always likes to snuggle up to Xiaohui. Xiaohuan is worried that Xiaohui's fur will get dirty and make Yuanyuan sick, so she can only boil water and give it a bath every two days.

Little Grey was extremely reluctant to be washed, but dared not refuse. After each forced bath, it would lie on its special large stone slab, squinting its eyes to sunbathe.

Li Xiaoshan leaned over to touch it, but Xiao Hui bared its wolf teeth unhappily, as if it would bite off his hand if he dared to reach out.

Li Xiaoshan had no choice but to regretfully withdraw his hand and run to watch Yuanyuan and the little turtle having a crawling contest on the soft mat.

A round wooden stick was laid across the door of the west wing, with a thick blanket draped over it, serving as a door panel.

"Brother Li, this is the door." Shang Wan put away the thick blanket and made room for Li Dashan to take measurements.

Li Dashan took out a ruler and began to measure.

He's over 1.9 meters tall, and standing there he's almost as tall as the door frame.

Lu Chengjing was lying on the kang after taking his medicine. He was just starting to feel sleepy when he vaguely heard Shang Wan's voice. He opened his eyes again, sat up, and turned his head to see a tall and strong figure blocking the door.

Who is this?

Shang Wan's voice came from outside the door, "Brother Li, how much is a door panel?"

"Eight qian of silver," Li Dashan replied, glancing at the person who sat up on the kang (heated brick bed). The person looked somewhat familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before.

Lu Chengjing also felt that Li Dashan looked somewhat familiar. After thinking for a moment, he matched Li Dashan's face with the more youthful face in his memory and asked, "Is this Li Dashan?"

"You are... Xiao Jing?" A delicate little face flashed through Li Dashan's mind, and he was so surprised that his mouth opened slightly. "The Xiao Jing who is even prettier than a girl?"

Lu Chengjing: "..."

That last sentence is completely unnecessary!
"When did you get back?" Li Dashan walked over excitedly. "Aren't you the young master of the Lu family in the city? What brings you back to the village?"

"It's a long story." Lu Chengjing looked behind him and saw Shang Wanchao smiling at him with a meaningful expression.

The woman overheard everything.

Being prettier than a girl is definitely a dark history.

Before Lu Chengjing could get angry, Shang Wan's smile faded a bit, but she couldn't help teasing him, "So my husband has been handsome since he was a child. I've really hit the jackpot."

Lu Chengjing's ears turned red, but his hair covered them so no one could tell.

Honest man Li Dashan looked at Shang Wan and then at Lu Chengjing, and reacted a beat late, "Xiao Jing, was the wheelchair made for you? What happened to your leg?" "I was injured, and Brother Yuan has already taken a look at it. I need to rest for a while." Lu Chengjing avoided the main point.

Li Dashan clearly didn't believe it, and Shang Wan chimed in at the right moment, "Dr. Yuan said that my husband's leg will need to be healed for more than half a year, and a wheelchair would be more convenient."

Li Dashan then stopped asking questions. Shang Wan gave him the money for the door panel, knowing he was busy, and didn't try to keep him. She saw him out of the courtyard.

Li Xiaoshan was acting as referee for Yuanyuan's little turtle and refused to go with his brother.

"Come back before dinner." Li Dashan glared at his younger brother, forbidding him from eating at other people's houses!

Li Xiaoshan pouted, "Okay, I'll play a little longer and then go back."

The two children were playing happily with the little turtle, and Xiao Huan was watching from the side, so Shang Wan didn't interfere. She moved the large table out of the main room, then went to the stove in the kitchen to find some charcoal, spread out a sheet of white paper, and began to draw.

Her drawing skills were honed through real combat experience. She drew the most portraits of her fallen comrades, followed by strange and mutated plants and beasts.

Now he can draw wheelchairs quite well, at least Shang Wan himself is quite satisfied.

After quickly marking the dimensions, Shang Wan tossed the charcoal block aside, clapped her hands, and exclaimed, "Done!"

Hearing the sound, Xiao Huan came over to look and pointed at the labels, asking in confusion, "Sister, what are these? Patterns?"

Shang Wan: I was careless. The original owner didn't have Arabic numerals in his memories.

She explained simply, "It's a number I learned about from a miscellaneous book; it can be used for bookkeeping."

"I didn't know there were characters like this," Xiao Huan exclaimed, then asked the crucial question, "Sister, can Brother Li understand these numbers?"

Shang Wan: Of course I don't understand it.

She patted her head; these things she took for granted were easily exposed without her noticing.

"Go and get the pen and ink." Shang Wan remembered that Xiao Huan and Shi Tou could read, so if they could read, they should be able to write, right?
As it turns out, some things cannot be taken for granted.

Xiao Huan could indeed write, but only her own name. For a maid like her, it was already quite remarkable that she could recognize a few characters.

Shang Wan guessed that Shi Tou was at a similar level, so she could only take the drawing paper into the house to find Lu Chengjing.

Watching Shang Wan's retreating figure, Xiao Huan muttered in confusion, "Why didn't you write it yourself, sister?"

Shang Wan heard it, but pretended not to hear it; she must have pretended not to hear it.

After hearing Shang Wan's request, Lu Chengjing put down the book in his hand and said, "I have never written with my left hand."

"Then let's start now." Shang Wan handed him the calligraphy brush. "It doesn't need to be very beautiful, just recognizable."

Lu Chengjing said helplessly, "You have to give me a piece of paper to practice on first."

This woman spent nearly an hour painting this picture, wasn't she afraid that he might accidentally ruin it if his hand trembled?

Upon hearing this, Shang Wan tidied up the waste paper, spreading out all the usable pieces on the kang table, and reminded her, "The waste paper is all here, so make the most of it."

Lu Chengjing also knew that things were different now. His family was waiting for money to build a new house, so he had to save money where he could.

After using up most of the scrap paper, Lu Chengjing's left-handed handwriting was finally legible.

Of course, it's only watchable in the eyes of Shang Wan.

Shang Wan believes that characters are just symbols for recording and transmitting information, and it's enough if you can recognize them.

Lu Chengjing was quite shocked. He had never written such ugly characters since he first held a pen at the age of three!

Suddenly, Xiao Huan's voice came from outside the door: "Sister, come out quickly and see, something's wrong with the little turtle!"

(End of this chapter)