A Fully-Leveled Bigshot Builds a Farm with Her Family After Transmigrating

  Chapter 275 Leg injury recurrence

   "Mom, go back to the house and rest, it's too cold outside." Lu Jingzhi said, "I remember that there was a Little Ice Age in history, and this era should be in the Little Ice Age."

   Simply put, the average temperature in winter will be very low.

   Much colder than her day.

  Shen Nanwei reluctantly left.

   Odd-shaped cartoon characters occupy most of the yard, and there are five serious snowmen piled up against the corner.

  When Lu Jingzhi lost interest in playing, they piled up their family, which was a little sloppy.

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  After the snow stopped, Huxi Village quickly became lively.

  The snow on the tiles needs to be dusted off artificially. It looks weightless, but long-term accumulation will collapse the house.

  Mr. Yang organized a labor force of young and middle-aged people to clean the streets.

   In previous years, there was no such task, so everyone swept the snow.

   But this year is different.

  Huxi Village has built roads.

  Mr. Jiang firmly believes in the saying "If you want to get rich, build roads first".

  Starting from a certain day, even if they are galloping in a bullock cart, the villagers will not feel their buttocks being bumped off.

  When the snow stopped, Lu Jingzhi would not stop.

   "I want to go to the county to see my sister."

  There are four dishes, one soup and one staple food on the dinner table. Chef Wei Xiaoqi, with help from Lu Jingzhi, the taste of the food is quite satisfactory. The soul of chili is here, and it is hard to eat.

   "I'll go tomorrow, it's too late today." Shen Nanwei said, "By the way, when you go to chase after him, take a look at how much his sense of temperature has recovered."

  Lu Jingzhi was surprised: "How did you know I was going to see Xiao Shen?"

  Shen Nanwei slandered, although you were not born by me, you are similar.

   Lu Jingzhi, who had already been exposed to his temper, was not annoyed, but just asked, "Is there anything Mom needs from me?"

"No."

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  At night, the temperature drops more and more.

  The fluorescence of the snow reflects the starlight, giving the night a gray texture.

   Can see the road five meters away without the help of a candle.

   There was a knock on the window.

  Jiang Jinxu met a familiar face, and the little girl put her face up and smiled, "Surprised, surprised?"

  Jiang Jinxu: I am used to it.

  Lu Jingzhi put a few books on his desk, "I've finished reading it, I'll return it to you."

  Some time ago, she mentioned that she wanted to read beautiful and individual characters, and Jiang Jinxu found them for her.

  Two of them are said to be collector's editions of classmates.

  Lu Jingzhi's handwriting practice has become a self-contained body, but it also means that she has entered a bottleneck period, and she wants to broaden her horizons.

   "Are you wearing too little?" Jiang Jinxu frowned, "Your family...should have rich money to make cotton clothes."

   Last seen in Autumn's Tail, she was wearing a flowing dress.

  The snow outside today is about to freeze, but she still dresses like this.

   "I'm not cold," Lu Jingzhi waved his hand, "By the way, why haven't you gone to the academy yet?"

"uncomfortable."

   "Leg hurts?"

"Um."

Lu Jingzhi was thoughtful, the blood vessels on the calf were hard to recover after being injured, she didn't directly heal him at the beginning, logically speaking, if he raised one, he can be warmed up to the same extent now, but he is still Running around to take various exams.

   students.

Disaster.

  She didn't know that the reason why Jiang Jinxu's leg injury recurred, so severe that his blood was cold and his whole leg was stiff and unable to walk, was that he jumped into the stream to look for her that day.

   "I'll give you two boxes of medicine." Lu Jingzhi pointed to the flat one and said, "It's for wiping the wound."

   Pointing to the small wooden cylinder again, "It's for frostbite."

  Jiang Jinxu unconsciously curled up with his hand that was on the table.

  Writing in winter, frostbite is unavoidable.

  Classmates and students can only avoid it if they have an excellent family background.

  (end of this chapter)