Ji Ling'er recited the dream story, "flying and flying" all the way, so that Shang Wu couldn't help but fall into sleep.

I don't know how long it has been since the two sisters chatted and fell asleep together.

The consciousness is churning and the dreams are complicated. Ji Ling'er's "unforgettable thoughts" are indeed "must have echoes"!

This can definitely be considered a "sweet dream".

It is said that the best dream in the world is "dreaming about marrying a wife". That is for men; for a girl, "dreaming about being a wife", especially this person, is her favorite and yearning.

person, it can be regarded as "a beautiful dream" with the same effect.

"Madam, is the fire sickle returned to my husband's body yesterday?"

"'Madam'? 'Husband'?"

Ji Ling'er stared intently at the man in front of her who called him "Madam". This face was clearly... the man holding her waist, riding a boat, and running wildly in the wilderness!

"Madam? Madam? Are you okay?"

"Ah...can you tell me that you are the guest? Do you want to call me 'Madam'?"

Ji Linger was still in a daze and asked hesitantly.

"Hey, let me check, you don't have a fever either? Are you confused?"

This handsome "husband" came over, put his big warm hand on her forehead with four fingers, and then reached back to his own forehead. He went back and forth several times, but did not find much difference in temperature.

, grabbed her hand with a puzzled look on his face and asked.

"Ah - I don't know what to say! If you don't let me listen to your words, what is my name and what is your name? How do I know how to deal with it?"

Ji Ling'er decided not to pretend and asked directly.

"Ah - Madam is here to make fun of me again! Okay, I'll tell you one more time, the last time! It's the same every time, silly, silly, like a silly girl! Your name is Gong Shu Ling, and you are our real wife; I

My name is Xiangzhong, known as Wenzi. I am your husband. Since you were four years old, you have been clamoring to marry me. Well, you finally got your wish! You are my real wife, Ling'er. Do you understand?

Ming? I really don’t understand. Don’t you get tired of making the same joke over and over again? Alas!”

This husband named "Wenzi" regarded her "serious" inquiry as a "joke", and it was a "game" that was played out repeatedly between the two of them - pretending to have amnesia.

"Ah! Mr. Wenzi! I am your wife's spirit, and the public loses her spirit! I will remember it! This time!"

Ji Ling'er "really" "remembered". She didn't care whether it was an "old-fashioned joke" or a daily fun game between husband and wife, but at this time, she could get what she wanted, even if it was just a game

To dream, you must also "persist in dreaming to the end"!

"Okay, that's it. Alas, I have to go to the street to buy another fire sickle and come back! Madam, it's a good time to rest. I'll come back as soon as I go for my husband!"

My husband, Wenzi, packed himself up, packed his money, and went out to do some shopping.

Ji Ling'er jumped off the bed and began to explore the place inside and out.

"Wow! What a big house! The locust trees in the yard are so tall! The fruit flowers are blooming so beautifully! Oh, there are also some chickens that are fruit trees! I really like it!"

"Madam, if you have anything to do, just tell your servants to come out in person, move around, and watch carefully! Don't fall or bump into them!"

A chubby woman with her hair tied into a bun at the back of her head, who looked a little older, suddenly appeared behind Ji Ling'er who was enjoying herself and exploring.

"Ah! Nothing! Nothing!"

Ji Ling'er smiled sweetly at the old slave, hiding her embarrassment.

"Madam, first of all, you need a plane, an axe, and a chisel. They have been delivered. Do you want to go and take a look at the fruit first?"

When Ji Ling'er heard that the "express delivery" had arrived, although she didn't understand why she wanted to buy these things, her curiosity prompted her to immediately respond happily:

"Okay, if you have any questions, please lead the way!"

Turning left and right, walking through the hall, I finally came to the front hall, where a large red date wood box was placed on an Eight Immortals table.

Ji Ling'er walked up to it and opened it: Wow! A box full of all kinds of woodworking tools is a complete "tool box"!

"This thing looks so sharp!"

Ji Ling'er couldn't keep her hands free. She took out one of the small scrapers and tried the blade with her fingers. It was indeed a good craftsmanship!

I fiddled with the chisel again, opened the beginning of the ink thread, and tried to pull the stranded wire out. It really felt like a telescopic tape measure!

Seeing Ji Ling'er's discomfort with the box of tools, the fat old slave brought a half-decorated wooden house model from nowhere and placed it firmly on the

On the table, he put his head and said:

"Madam, now, you can finally repair her!"

Yes, yes! A sword is given to a hero, and a carpenter’s knife must have a wooden tool to match it!

When Ji Ling'er saw this architectural model, she felt that it looked very familiar, but she couldn't figure out for a while what kind of house it was that looked like this.

Regardless, it was outrageous to see that one of the two layers of eaves on the roof had fallen away, and now there was an empty "patio", so Ji Ling'er began to pick up the scattered eaves of the roof and study them carefully.

.

"Ah! Can you give me some more wood? I want to use it for repairs."

Ji Ling'er gave instructions to the fat old slave, and not long after, another box filled with wood raw materials of various materials was also brought over by her.

"Thank you!"

"Hmm! Madam, you seem a little different today!"

Facing Ji Ling'er's politeness, the fat old slave seemed a little embarrassed, as if he had never endured such polite words.

"Ah? What about the solution? What's the difference?"

Ji Linger wanted to know what kind of person she would be after becoming Mrs. Wenzi.

"You always do it directly, neatly and refreshingly, and don't hesitate to use complimentary words. Today, you use honorifics again and again, which makes the slave feel that it's not the madam who has something on your mind. It's so irritating. Haha, maybe it's because the old slave has more

Come on, it’s okay! It’s okay!”

The fat old slave's answer also gave Ji Ling'er some idea of ​​the changes after "she" became the Gongshu Ling.

"Ah, what about other than that? Is there anything strange?"

Ji Linger continued to ask.

"Madam, you are a philanthropic person who likes to make many interesting things. When others ask for them, you will respond to them. You will make one and give one as a gift. Even though you have done many things in my house, madam, you have not saved any. Give them all away.

Let others come!"

Hearing such "praise", Ji Ling'er thought to herself, isn't this a typical "prodigal woman"!

"Haha, that's good too! Is there anything else?"

Ji Linger continued to ask.

"Madam, please look at your steps."


Chapter completed!