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

"What about it, what's wrong?"

The fat old slave replied:

"Madam, you only have a pair of wooden clogs. The usual saying goes: 'Life is as simple as this. When a pair of wooden clogs walk on all seasons, you can walk the whole world!"

"Really?"

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

"It's really like that!"

The fat old slave smiled as if he was looking at a fool and asked him if he was stupid!

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

Ji Ling'er put her big feet back on her double-toothed wooden clogs, then returned to the table, and began to continue studying the "architecture model".

There are two eaves, the middle support is separated, and the floor is not filled, and it can only be considered an empty frame. It seems that this layer should be filled and then put some furniture inside. This is what it is!

It is very interesting to study the structural splicing of buildings. It has the same effect as modern people competing for "Lego" and "same work" as it is. Once you get involved, you can't stop.

As Ji Ling'er was playing with her, she suddenly remembered the first major project she did when she was playing with Xiang Chong when she was Cong'er.

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

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

Cong'er was quiet inside. She felt extremely bored with a "little tail". She used the bamboo slips as a building material unit with piles of blocks, and placed them in a row, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, and one by one, and directly built a "room in the room" around Cong'er. No, there is no roof, it is the "yard in the room":

Cong'er sat around the book, and started to build up the wall from the ground. At first, he was not sure about the key points, but when he was put together, he "collapsed"; later, after repeated experiments, she found that if she was crisscrossed, it would be much stronger and less likely to be poured out. So she chose bamboo rolls of the same size, placed two horizontally side by side, and then placed four vertically on it. After repeated this, she finally built a small "yard wall" that would not collapse when touched.

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 the inside, not just a gap for them to enter and exit.

How did Brother Ji Yu help him find the wooden board in the chicken coop and use it as the door beam? How did he push it all down in the end? How could he be concatenated by Congcong, the wooden slips are classified as the dragon, and the book is returned to its original position...

This memory killing made Ji Ling'er, who had grown up to be a victorious wife, suddenly felt that this was called "true fate"!

Back now, she carefully selected the appropriate materials, measured the sizes according to needs, and carried out an orderly restoration work for this "ancient building figure model".

Just as she was working hard, the fat old slave came in with a letter, interrupted and submitted it.

"Madam, I'll send you a letter to you!"

Ji Ling'er put down the house handle in her hand, rubbed her hands on her body and wiped the handle. She took the letter and opened it and saw:

"My nephew Ling'er saw the book and was happy to hear that Ling'er was pregnant. Everyone in my house was happy. Now I heard that there was something in the Yan clan ancestral hall. Those who once served as a witch and then got married and had a son must return home for delivery. We have prepared a delivery room for Ling'er, and when we are pregnant, please come back immediately! The eldest son Yan Ying."

"Ah? I'm pregnant?"

Ji Ling'er never expected that such a good thing would fall into her!

For a moment, I didn’t know whether I was happy or afraid, but it seemed that I was not ready.

He was holding the book, his face turned red and white. Xiang Chong, who was going out to buy a hot scythe, came back.

"Madam! Are you nothing? You're so red and white on your face? I feel uncomfortable in any way, so you can tell me!"

Putting down the scythe, Xiang Chong quickly came up and grabbed Ji Ling'er's hand, feeling her temperature change.

"Nothing, nothing! You are so sad, and Uncle Yan sent me a letter!"

After reading the letter, Xiang Chong patted Ji Ling'er on the shoulder and said:

"I really don't know that you, Qi State, have a custom! Well, just follow the canal and wait until Liujia is around, and I will send my wife to the Yan Mansion of Qi State in person."

"Okay! Husband, come again, Guojianlou, so good! I will let you build it back. Do you think that this house is as familiar as the palace, but I can't figure it out, what about it? What about it? What about it? "

Ji Ling'er revealed her questions in the direction of the overlapping plate.

"That house is! Do you remember there is a place called 'Kongguo'."

When Xiang Chongyi mentioned the "National Kingdom", the time and space in front of Ji Ling'er seemed to be opened simultaneously. So he immediately replied in modern vernacular language that only in "National Kingdom":

"Remember! Of course! Hai Yantian and his family are in the place!"

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

However, it was too late for her to cover her mouth and she was still heard by this fat old slave.

However, she did not have any strange looks and stood there with a smile without saying a word.

"Strange, how could she be so calm, could it be..."

Ji Ling'er was thinking to herself that the fat old slave had already walked away quietly, leaving the couple behind to have a "private conversation", with a very eye-catching and very tactful one.

"Did you remember? Master of Art and Master of Qingshi took us to the Kingdom of Mu and compiled the Book of Kingdom. In addition, you also designed this kind of palace for the Hai family. You also said that after Hai Xiaolou came back from the Second Sutuan Tuan, he would let him be here and inherit the position of Mu and Lord."

Xiang Chong, who is now the Taoist master, "Wenzi", reminds the master of "Mu Yi", and finally links her ideas.

"Ah! Remember! Lord Taoist, we are in the country of Mu, but we stayed for a long time. How could we forget it? Haha!"

Ji Ling'er finally regained the feeling of the "master of art" Mu Yi era.

"Then..."

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

"You have always been a crazy person here. What's the point of saying something vernacular? Last time, you were talking English all over! She knew that 'Madam's madness is on again' and there will be no more opinions. Don't worry! Master, with me here, you don't have to worry about anything."

He explained to her with a smile.

"But there is another thing, the letter says, I am pregnant? Is it yours?"

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

"If it's not mine, who else can it be? Could it be that there is no other way? Although he taught you the 'six-wheel hourglass making technique' and made me a carry-on 'timer', it cannot be said that he even wants my woman! How is this kind of exchange possible!"

Wenzi's trust in nothing is unconditional.

If there is no idea of ​​beating Ji Ling'er, he dares to say: In the world, all daytime is dark.


Chapter completed!