He ​​coughed in an unnatural voice: "Who is it?"

When she heard something was wrong with Duan Jiahong's voice, Awen thought he had suffered internal injuries from the fall: "It's me, Duan Jiahong, are you okay?"

Duan Jiahong immediately let go, hid the book and went to open the door.

He has changed into white clothes, a narrow-sleeved long coat made of cotton and linen fabrics.

"Duan Jiahong, why didn't you inherit your mother's skin?" Awen suddenly sighed.

Liang Jiali glanced at Duan Jiahong, who was wearing white and darker clothes, lowered her head and laughed.

Seeing Liang Jiali smile, Awen felt relieved. The second sister finally thought about it.

Duan Jiahong grimaced and grinded his teeth: "Do you think I don't want to? Can I, a child, decide on skin color?"

Awen nodded with a smile: "So, you have to find a fair-skinned girl in the future, so maybe you can beat your genes."

Duan Jiahong raised his eyebrows, fair-skinned girl? How fair? Like Awen? She’s as white as a steamed bun.

Gene? What is that? Although Duan Jiahong was puzzled, he must have been talking about his skin.

"Why are you looking for me?" Duan Jiahong looked bad and was angry with Awen, so he didn't speak angrily.

"We came to your house to place an order and stopped by to see you. Just hope you're fine."

Duan Jiahong touched his back. Today, his father helped him apply medicine and said that his skin was bruised. It was because he had the foundation, otherwise others would have to lie down for a few days if they fell.

"You should help me ask the bookstore if there are any other martial arts books, preferably ones that can fly over walls and walls." Duan Jiahong's eyes were shining, and his dream of a hero was here.

Based on Awen's own experience, he thought about why Duan Jiahong's voice was wrong when he knocked on the door just now. It turned out that he was secretly reading a script.

Awen doesn't want to expose him, everyone has their own hobbies.

"Okay, I'll ask when the time comes."

Zhu's voice came from outside. It seemed that the two of them had finished talking. When they looked up, it was already getting late and they had to go back.

After saying goodbye to Duan Jiahong, Awen followed Zhu back to the shop, where her uncle was already finishing the work.

After waiting for a while, the uncle finished the last partition, packed up his things, locked the door and drove the ox cart home.

In the car, Awen sat next to her uncle, looking at the scenery and asking about the situation of the wheelchair.

"Uncle, have you figured it out?"

Liang Changhai nodded with a smile, and gently spanked the cow's butt with the whip in his hand.

"I have some experience, I will try it tomorrow when I have time."

Awen is happy, her father will be able to teach them in a wheelchair from now on.

Zhu looked at the excited Awen and quickly pulled her to her side. The cold wind in the evening was still a bit chilly.

With the bullock cart, Awen didn't have to walk. Along the way, Awen was planning to increase the output of the workshop.

After all, the county magistrate wants something worth one million!

Coupled with the fact that Chu Ziyan, a famous company, donated so much, the workshop obviously failed to meet its production expectations.

It will soon enter December. According to the fact that cold areas are getting colder now, Awen doesn’t know how many places did not receive food in the first half of this year. However, we can get some information from the words of the county magistrate. This year’s food supply will definitely be

Can’t support the beginning of spring.

Back at the gate of Liang's house, Awen didn't go back. She told Mrs. Zhu that she wanted to go find the village chief.

Liang Jiali naturally followed Awen, and now the two of them are basically standard together.
Chapter completed!