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

  Chapter 276 Want to hear me scold his ancestors for eighteen generations?

  When the frostbite is itching, I can't wait for people to dig the flesh.

  Starting from reading, frostbite attacks every winter.

   Not only the hands, but also the ears were frostbitten.

   "Thank you." Jiang Jinxu lowered his eyes, looked at the two exquisitely crafted small bottles, and said calmly, "It's expensive."

   "It's pretty cheap."

  Lu Jingzhi's benchmark is her previous price.

  She saw Wei Xiaoqi wiping her hands with snow today and said that it could cure old chilblains, so she thought of Jiang Jinxu.

  The little girl often came under the moonlight, appeared suddenly, and left in a hurry.

   "Wait," Jiang Jinxu looked at the person who turned and left, but still called out, "Xiao Miao, this is...a gift for you."

  Lu Jingzhi reacted for a while before remembering.

  Today, she looked up at the position of the moon, or it was yesterday, the birthday of the original owner.

   is a string of small wind chimes in a box.

  The polished and smooth wood and bamboo pieces are in various shapes, and they are threaded into a string, which has a strange beauty, with a few small beads interspersed among them, and a small bell at the bottom.

  Lu Jingzhi shook it, his brows and eyes were full of surprise, and his usual unruly expression was much softer, "Wow, it's so beautiful, I like it very much."

  She held it up and shook it.

  The crisp sound of jingling bells was carried to the clouds by the wind.

  Watched the little girl climb up the courtyard wall three or two times, stand upright like a pine and cypress, and jump down without hesitation.

  Jiang Jinxu has seen this action countless times.

  I think she is amazing every time.

   Lively and agile.

   Not like him.

  The window was closed tightly, but it still couldn't stop the cold wind coming in through the window.

  Cover the quilt and warm it with body temperature.

  Legs were covered with a heavy quilt, but it still hurt terribly.

  The scars have almost disappeared, but the muscles and tendons seem to be disturbed, and they refuse to stop no matter what.

   I don't know if it is an illusion.

  The place where the medicine has just been applied seems to be flooded with warm currents.

   It was the first time Jiang Jinxu felt the temperature of this leg this winter.

   Immediate results.

   This box of medicine is probably not just expensive.

   Precious.

   is Jiang Jinxu's judgment on this box of ointment.

   It's hard to imagine that his injury was memorized by this little niece, and the ointment was also given by her.

  Always felt guilty towards the little girl because of Jiang's family affairs.

   As time went on, his guilt reached its peak.

  Always have to do something again.

  Always have to repay something.

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   Counting her daughter's wake-up time, Shen Nanwei knew whether she was seriously sleeping or going out in the middle of the night.

  The next day is a big one.

   "Obviously the relationship with Mrs. Jiang is so bad that you can beat each other with a stick, but you have a good relationship with her precious son, Xiao Miao, your principle of making friends is quite strange."

   "We don't talk about the rest of Lao Jiang's family."

   "He doesn't talk either?"

   "Why does he want to talk, does he want to hear me run on people?" Lu Jingzhi was puzzled, "Or does he want to hear me scold his ancestors for eighteen generations?"

   Speechless.

   Wuyu is today's Shen Nanwei.

   "Guess how old Mrs. Jiang will feel when she finds out about this? Will she ascend directly?"

   "That's called Shangxitian." Lu Jingzhi curled his lips, "Feisheng, she is also worthy?"

  Every meal is the moment when Lu Jingzhi misses Jiang Wunian the most.

   Today is no exception.

  Jiang Wunian, who was far away in the county seat, tightened her clothes, always feeling that someone was talking about her.

   "Sister, I'm cold, I'll wear another dress."

   Jiang Wunian, who was about to wrap himself into a cotton ball, was still asking for more clothes.

   Was rejected by Jiang Tanyue, "Some time ago, you fell ill last time because you couldn't stand the low temperature for a while because of the repeated hot and cold."

   That is, Xiao Miao has supernatural powers, so Xiao Ya didn't suffer too much.

  Otherwise, in ancient times when such a high fever could kill a person, the conclusion would be reached when the temperature reached 40 degrees.

  (end of this chapter)