Only then did Ji Ling'er notice that what she was wearing under her feet was a wooden two-toed thong clog.

"What's wrong with that?"

The fat old slave replied:

"Madam, you only have one pair of wooden clogs. As Zhong Chang said: 'Life is as simple as this. A pair of wooden clogs can travel in all seasons!'"

"Really?"

Ji Ling'er couldn't believe that she was so "cool".

"It's really like that!"

The fat old slave smiled as if he was watching a fool asking him whether he was stupid or not!

No matter what, anyway, a simple life is a happy life!

Ji Ling'er put her big feet back on the two-tooth clogs, returned to the table, and began to continue studying the "architectural model."

There are two layers of eaves, and the support in the middle separates one layer. The floor is not filled, and it can only be regarded as an empty frame. It seems that this layer should be filled in, and some furniture should be placed inside.

Like!

Studying the structural splicing of buildings is a very interesting thing. Playing "Lego" with modern people has a "different approach but the same effect". Once you get your hands on it, you won't be able to stop.

Ji Ling'er was riding along, and suddenly she remembered the first big project she did in the "library" when she was playing with Xiang Zhong during Cong'er's period:

Build a "room within a room" for Cong'er who is studying.

In front of Ji Ling'er's eyes, she seemed to see herself back then, a seven-year-old girl who was studying with Cong'er.

Cong'er was quiet inside. She felt extremely bored as a "little tail", so she used the rolls of bamboo slips as building material units for stacking wood. She rolled them one by one on the four sides, row by row, and piled them up.

They built a pile of buildings high up, directly surrounding Cong'er, and built a "house within a house" for him. No, there is no roof, it is a "house within a courtyard":

When Cong'er sat reading for a few weeks, she started to build a wall upwards from the ground. At first, she couldn't figure it out, and it "collapsed" as she was building it up. Later, after repeated experiments, she found that if she crisscrossed it, it would be strong.

There were a lot of them, so they would not be easily thrown away. So she chose bamboo slip rolls of similar sizes, placed two horizontally side by side, and then placed four vertically on top. Repeating this, she finally built a small bamboo slip that would not collapse when touched.

"Yard Wall".

Since there is a wall, there must be a door. In the eyes of the little "smart", this door must be a formal door like the outside that can pass through, not just a gap for them to enter and exit.

.

Later, how brother Ji Yu helped him find the wooden boards in the henhouse and used them as door beams; how he finally knocked them all down, and how he was classified by Cong Cong one by one, and the wooden slips were sorted and returned to their original places...

This flashback made Ji Ling'er, who had grown up to be Xiang Chong's wife, suddenly feel that this was called "real fate"!

Back to the present, she carefully selected the appropriate materials, measured the dimensions as needed, and carried out methodical restoration work on this "ancient architectural hand model".

Just when she was practicing vigorously, the fat old slave came in with a letter, interrupted and presented it.

"Madam, I have sent you a letter from the State of Qi!"

Ji Ling'er put down the household items in her hands, rubbed her hands against her body and wiped the handles, took the letter, and opened it to read:

"My nephew Ling'er read the book and was happy to hear that Ling'er was pregnant. Everyone in our house was happy. Now I heard that there was a message in the Yan's ancestral hall that those who were witches and then married and had children must return home to wait for the birth. We have already done this for you.

Ling'er has prepared the delivery room. Please come back as soon as you are pregnant with Liujia! Uncle Yan Ying."

"Ah? I'm pregnant?"

Ji Ling'er never expected that such a good thing would happen to her!

For a moment, I didn't know whether I was happy or scared, but it seemed that I wasn't ready yet.

He was holding a book, his face turned red and white for a while. Xiang Zhong, who had gone out to buy a fire sickle, came back.

"Madam! Are you okay? Do you understand the redness and whiteness on your face? If you feel uncomfortable somewhere, please tell me!"

Putting down the fire sickle, Xiang Zhong quickly came up and grabbed Ji Ling'er's hand, feeling the changes in her body temperature.

"Nothing, nothing! Uncle Yan sent me this letter!"

After Xiang Zhong read the letter, he patted Ji Ling'er on the shoulder and said:

"I don't know if your country of Qi has such a custom! It's fine, just follow the rules. When Liujia is around, I will personally take my wife to the Yan Mansion of Qi."

"Okay! Husband, come here again, Guojianlou, it will be nice! I will help you repair it. Do you think this room looks like a palace? It looks familiar, but I I can't figure it out. Is Bindu passing through this room?"

Ji Ling'er confessed her doubts to Xiang Zhonghe.

"This is the room! Do you remember that there is a place called '噙国'?"

When Xiang Zhongyi mentioned "噙国", the time and space in front of Ji Ling'er seemed to be opened simultaneously, so she immediately answered in the modern vernacular that can only be obtained by going to "噙国":

"Remember! Of course! It's the place where Hai Yantian and his family live!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she quickly covered her mouth because she was afraid of scaring the fat old slave sitting next to her.

However, she covered her mouth too late, and this fat old slave still heard her.

However, she didn't have any strange look in her eyes, she still stood there with a smile and said nothing.

"Strange, how can she be so calm? Could it be..."

Ji Ling'er was thinking to herself that the fat old slave had quietly walked away, leaving the couple behind to have a "private conversation". He was quite discerning and very knowledgeable.

"Do you remember? Master, Qingshi Sect Master took us to the country of Kuang to repair the certificate of credence. In addition, you also designed a palace of this shape for the Hai family. You also said that when Hai Xiaolou comes from the first After Ersu Tuan comes back, let him here to inherit the position of Lord."

Xiang Zhong warned the Taoist master "Wenzi" about the current situation, and reminded the master "Muyi" of the technique, and finally connected her thoughts.

"Ah! Remember, remember! Taoist master, we are in the country of Mao, but our stay is not short. How can we forget it! Haha!"

Ji Ling'er finally regained the feeling of the "Master of Magic" Muyi era.

"Then just now..."

But she was a little uneasy about the fat old slave who walked away, so she asked.

"You are always a crazy person here. It doesn't matter if you talk in plain English. Last time, you were still talking in English! She knew that 'Madam's madness is acting up again' and she won't have any more opinions. Don't worry. !Spell Master, as long as I am here, you don’t have to worry about anything.”

Xiang Zhong explained to her with a smile.

"But there is one more thing. The letter says that I am pregnant? Is it yours?"

After Ji Ling'er said it, she felt it was inappropriate and it was difficult to take it back.

"If it's not mine, who else could it be? Could it be Muchu? Although he taught you the 'six-wheel hourglass making technique' and made me such a portable 'timer', I can't say, He even wants my woman! How is this kind of exchange possible!"

Fumiko's trust in Wu De is unconditional.

If Wu Chu would have Ji Ling'er's idea, he would dare to say: All daylight hours in the world are dark.
Chapter completed!