Later, people had to ask her to come and learn together, and there would always be some learning.

Now, she is the little sister who comes to find her.

"Let's go here," a few of them were already a little impatient. They were most curious about these things outside, and these were all things they had never seen, heard, and used in their lives. Naturally, they were really curious and surprised.

"OK."

Xiaodongniang came here to learn with them. She was afraid that if she continued to learn, she would still not be able to learn. Even his Xiaodong would be afraid that she would laugh at her.

If that boy laughed at, what is her majesty in the future? How can she care about the older she is, the more disobedient the child she is?

There is no man in this family.

As we get bigger day by day, we are becoming increasingly unobedient.

Thinking of this, the light in her eyes became dimmed a little, but just as she looked up, she smiled again, but she was clearly smiling, but why did some broken light flash in those eyes?

And these broken lights are called wounds.

Even if it is a paradise, there will still be various troubles.

This is true for everyone.

No one could be an exception.

People are not smooth from birth, and people are also in a difficult way from birth, and they are in a disaster after disaster.

Xiaodongniang took a few women to her house and saw the girl who was teaching Xiaodong to be rouge.

I saw the girl lower her eyes slightly, her eyelashes curled up in a very delicate curve, and her side face was very round and beautiful. She looked like she was fifteen or sixteen years old and was about to bloom.

Her fingers were gently moving on some materials, and her fingers seemed to fall, which made people feel dazed. Even if the years passed, she felt no regrets in this life.

"Mom... Xiaodong put down the things in his hand, ran over quickly, and hugged Xiaodong's legs.

"Mom, I've learned it. When I pick up the petals tomorrow, I can make rouge for my mother. I will definitely be beautiful if I use it."

Little Dongniang wants to cry.

Could it be that she is so stupid?

No, it may be because he is too smart, so he can learn it.

Rouge is not that easy to make. With so many raw materials, it cannot be messed up. Only with simple children can it be made. Therefore, no matter how many people there are, it is useless. They are all like her and are destined to be the one who cannot do it.

As a result, not long after, when the little sisters had finished rouge, Xiao Dongniang began to despair.

She finally believed that she was really stupid.

Shen Qingci put down the rouge in his hand and leaned against one side. She was a little sleepy. The fragrance of peach blossoms all over the ground really wanted to sleep here for the rest of her life and never want to wake up again. The colorful fallen flowers outside seemed to be slanted down, and they also fell outside. At this time, it was still a season of falling flowers. The peach blossoms on the trees were blooming, and the sea of ​​flowers was also falling leaves. They were all the poets liked the most.

Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and the corners of her lips, which looked like peach blossoms, also rose slightly.

But she did not realize that her body actually had a new feeling, recovering amazingly day after day.

In the fields, Shen Qingci wore the unique clothes of the people of Dongling, and was a rare person who followed the local customs and worked with them.

She watered them, planted the fields together, pulled weeds together, and even caught bugs on the vegetables. These things she had never thought about before, but one day, she actually did it with her own hands.

And she seems to have studied well. The reason why Taoyuan is called Taoyuan is because there are no external troubles here. The days here are passed day by day, and peace is also simple.

Work from sunrise and rest from sunset, watch the changes in the world, and taste the mulberry fields of life.

It is easy to forget the passage of time here, just looking at the peach blossoms all over the mountains and fields, it is all the disputes passed.

There is pain outside, and there is also death.

But it seems that those here are very far away.

Shen Qingci squatted on the ground, holding his face up, and then watched the villagers farm. These were done by strong men. The work in the Dongling people was done by men, and the work done by women was done by some light work.

"Sister, what are you looking at?"

Xiaodong ran over barefoot, imitating Shen Qingci's appearance, put his hands on his face, and then supported half of his face. Then more and more children also learned from it.

When Shen Qingci came to his senses, he saw them all squatting on the ground playing with smiling eyes.

"Do you know anyone who knows you can make a blacksmith?"

Shen Qingci asked them.

When all the children turned their heads, they looked at a little girl inside.

Then they all reached out and pointed at her.

"Her father is a blacksmith."

Shen Qingci breathed a sigh of relief. There was really a blacksmith, that would be fine. Otherwise, she would have to let herself make a blacksmith by herself. Even if she was determined, she was really powerless and she would not be able to make a blacksmith.

When they returned to their place of residence, this was an empty room in Dongling. They packed up the items and gave them to her for living. If they had eaten, she would go to Xiaodong's house to eat, and the two families also lived next door.

She walked to the table and picked up the pot and poured water for herself. Then she picked up the pot and placed it in front of her. These were all things from the pre-Qin era, and they were extremely rare and rare in the world. They were also extremely antiques. Her father had a cup from the pre-Qin era. He was usually treasured and like something. He only took it out when he showed off. He took it out at a glance. On weekdays, he was always hidden and could not see or touch it.

Now she actually used a cup from the pre-Qin period to drink water, and even she herself didn't believe it.

She shook her head, and also got rid of these unnecessary thoughts at this time, then took out paper and pen, and drew something on it.

"Yeah, how do you do this?"

After biting the pen, Shen Qingci felt that she had really encountered a big problem, that was, she couldn't remember it. It was not until three days later that she arrived at the blacksmith.

In fact, there are everything in Dongling Village, and they are all inherited, including iron-making, charcoal-burning, doctors, weaving, etc., so there is a paradise here and the people of Dongling who have continued to this day.

She gave the drawing in her hand to the blacksmith, and when the blacksmith got the drawing, her hands couldn't help but tremble.

"I don't remember too much, that's all," Shen Qingci pressed his forehead lightly. She really tried her best. After all, she had never paid attention to these things. This was seen in the village before, but several years have passed, so her memory may be somewhat deviated, and this was all drawn by her based on her memory. As for whether she could do it in the end, she actually didn't know.
Chapter completed!