Lying Win: My villains are all reborn

Chapter 92 This is not much (Second update, please support me, please~)

Before Wen Nian had time to carefully analyze the specific meaning of what the child wrote, he heard Ma Conghua's shouts from outside the hospital.

She quickly put the things in her hands into the quilt, turned around and walked out: "Ah, here we come."

"Sister-in-law, come in quickly."

Opening the courtyard door, she saw the soles in Ma Conghua's hand, "Are you making shoes for my brother?"

"Hey, I haven't been able to do this for more than a month before. I rarely have time today, so I just happened to do it."

As Ma Conghua spoke, she twirled the needle in her hair and pricked it into the soles of her shoes. She said in a relaxed tone, "I guess he won't be able to wear it during the Chinese New Year."

"Haha, it's okay. It's just right for the first month of the year."

It was the first time for Wen Nian to see someone wearing the soles of shoes with his own eyes, and his eyes were a little curious.

But I didn't have the nerve to ask anything.

In the original memory, she actually knew how to make mille-layer cloth shoes.

It was just that a few people were busy with various things, so she didn't find a chance to try to see if she was on the same level as her original self.

"Sister, your brother said that the articles you wrote are very good and very high-level."

Before Wen Nian could speak, Ma Conghua couldn't wait to speak, "He asked me to tell you that he wanted to keep the book and read it a few more times and return it to you tomorrow."

"It's okay. If my brother likes it, just keep it and watch."

Wen Nian smiled gently, "I wrote it myself, so you don't have to read it."

"By the way, my children, please send the bowls over, right?"

"Sent it over, brought it over."

Ma Conghua laughed so hard that her wrinkles came out, "These children in your family are much more obedient and sensible than mine, and they are reliable in doing things."

"What are you talking about, sister-in-law?"

Wen Nian said politely, "Your children are not bad at all. They are all very clever and clever."

"Sister-in-law, sit here, there is a fire cage to keep you warm."

"How can they be as good as you say?"

Ma Conghua replied and sat down on the stool that Wen Nian had just brought, "Don't praise them."

"I see you haven't gone out all day today, what are you busy with?"

"It's almost the Chinese New Year, so I've tidied up the house and washed and dried the bedding."

Wen Nian rubbed his hands, took the letter paper, and started giving homework to the children, "Sister-in-law's house has been sorted out a long time ago, right?"

"My house was just cleaned up today."

Ma Conghua took a needle and raked it through her hair and replied casually, "With your brother, it's easier than you."

"That's not the case."

Wen Nian was happy for her from the bottom of his heart, "Sister-in-law and my brother are a perfect match. When you two are together, it is the truest form of love."

"Hahaha……"

Hearing her praise herself, Ma Conghua felt so happy, "You educated people just know how to say it."

"Hey, are you writing an article again?"

Seeing that she was still writing and drawing on the paper, Ma Conghua couldn't help but craned her neck out of curiosity to look over, "If I send it this time, will it be received before the Chinese New Year?"

"No, I gave Sheng'er homework for him to study after he comes back from playing enough."

Wen Nian didn't hide anything, "This child is seven years old and hasn't gone to school yet. I have to catch up with him. After the new year, I will send him to the first grade of elementary school."

"That's great. My Jia Mei has just entered the first grade of elementary school this year. They will be in the same class, which is great."

The sister-in-law and sister-in-law just chatted without interrupting the work at hand.

As she talked, Ma Conghua couldn't help but wonder: "By the way, girl, how much money did you earn from writing this article?"

Wen Nian: "...Three short stories, a total of more than fifty points, not much."

"That's not much?"

I heard that just three articles earned more than fifty, which made Ma Conghua extremely envious.

(End of chapter)