After entering the book, the Prime Minister's legs softened

Chapter 7

5 The wet clothes stick to the charming curves_After entering the book, the prime minister teased her and her legs softened

Ji Sang didn't talk to Wen Jian for three days.

　　Fortunately, Wen Jian was studying hard most of the time, so there were few opportunities to talk. At night, Ji Sang occupied a bed by himself, and Wen Jian would rest on the bed when he was tired of studying.

　　The two of them got along well.

　　During this period, Ji Sang knew that the Wen family made a living by collecting and selling firewood in the mountains. Wen Zheng went into the mountains before dawn and came back for lunch after noon. Although the family was poor, Wen Li had hardly suffered any hardship. The land was planted by men, and the firewood was chopped by men.

　　Ji Sang and Wen Li had been together for a long time, and found that her mother-in-law often had the coquettish demeanor of a little girl, her temperament was gentle and simple, and she had a firm relationship with her father-in-law. The look they gave each other when they looked at each other...

　　tsk tsk tsk, sticky and affectionate.

　　Ji Sang felt that he had eaten enough. He

　　was fed with dog food.

　　But think about it, Wen Li is actually thirty-five years old. A thirty-five-year-old young woman is like a blooming red rose, delicate and beautiful, at the most beautiful age. Wen Li is well protected by Wen Zheng, so how can she look thirty-five?

　　When the two sit together, they look like sisters.

　　Ji Sang feels that everything is good in this family, but it is really too poor. The most she eats is sweet potatoes, and even rice soup is only drunk on the first day of her wedding...

　　The content is not finished, read on the next page. If this continues, she feels that she will be eaten like a sweet potato. She

　　wants to vomit when she sees sweet potatoes.

　　Changing the current situation of life and working hard to make money is the most important step. She really doesn't want to eat sweet potatoes anymore, even if the sweet potatoes are still sweet in their original state, she doesn't want to eat them.

　　Ji Sang squatted at the entrance of the house and stared at the wood that Wen Zheng had chopped. Today, Wen Zheng brought back bamboo in addition to firewood.

　　After asking, Ji Sang learned that bamboo is used to make bamboo slips. Most of the bamboo slips used by Wen Jian were made by Wen Zheng himself. Wen Jian will go to Beijing to take the exam soon, so he has to make a new batch.

　　Make bamboo slips?

　　Ji Sang looked at the weather in October and saw Wen Zheng was busy and sweating. Suddenly, she remembered that the ancient bamboo slips were too inconvenient. She could try papermaking! Her teacher taught this lesson when she was in the first year of high school. She also tried it herself. She knew the process of papermaking. Besides, it would be very convenient to have paper, because after she came here, she found that the toilet here was actually scraped with bamboo strips...

　　This matter is hard to describe in words!

　　Ji Sang had an idea and began to act.

　　When Wen Zheng went to the back mountain to chop firewood, she followed him to see the bamboo. She was dealing with bamboo for five or six days in a row. Wen Jian finally found out that something was wrong with his little wife.

　　The content is not finished, continue reading on the next page. Wen Jian put down the bamboo slips in his hand and stood next to Ji Sang who was cutting bamboo. "What are you doing with so many bamboos?"

　　Ji Sang looked at him with dark eyes and smiled gently, "Papermaking."

　　Wen Jian had never heard of "papermaking" and didn't understand what it meant. His dark eyes stared at her in confusion.

　　Ji Sang worked hard, and felt Wen Jian's gaze, and smiled at him, "You'll know when it's made, I guarantee you'll like it very much."

　　"Is it made for me?"

　　Ji Sang seemed to think about it. The biggest beneficiary of paper making is scholars like Wen Jian. He was right. She paused and said, "...yes."

　　Her voice was soft and energetic, and her eyes were clear and pure, like the morning sun, bright and clear.