Time Travel: My whole family is a villain

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Send other guests away.

Zhu Qichi stayed.

Zi Wenxin also stayed shamelessly.

Although he doesn't like it, it doesn't hinder him. He just wants to see more, eat an extra midnight snack, have an extra breakfast and so on.

Sure enough, he knew that the Jiang family had prepared a midnight snack.

Have a small stove to eat by yourself.

The food in Dazao is so delicious, but it is definitely better in Xiaozao.

In the past, he had suspected that the Jiang family had some tricks. They wanted to keep even the little turtle and not come back during the New Year. He also sent a willow branch to his godfather, which meant that he wanted to keep it.

Most likely because of the food.

But it could also be because of the pretty girl.

It can be both.

As for Zhu Qichi, the wild boar can't eat fine chaff. Maybe he just likes his brother Jiang.

Anyway, Zi Wenxin stayed the night shamelessly and had a midnight snack openly.

Late night snack is very simple, just eat noodles with my family.

Grandma is good at it.

Today is Feng'er's birthday.

Qin Luoxia kneaded the dough herself and made a long noodle for Feng'er.

Jiang Mianmian's eye-catching bag requires end faces.

The noodles she served were rounded off, and she was also making noodles.

I quietly added spiritual spring water.

I wish my brother a happy birthday and a long life.

The birthday song arranged is a bit outrageous. Sure enough, this kind of thing also requires professional talents. It doesn't mean that just by wearing it, one will be the best in the world. It still depends on one's own strengths. I just know more than others, but talent Clearly not lit here.

But it’s okay, as long as you live long enough, you have unlimited opportunities for trial and error.

Jiang Feng looked at the noodles that his sister was swaying to bring him, and he was so worried that he overturned the bowl of noodles.

It wasn't until the noodles were placed on the table in front of me that I felt at ease.

Others also got a bowl of noodle soup.

Zi Wenxin thought there was something special about the late night snack.

I ate a lot of things for dinner, all of which I had never seen before. I didn’t expect this late-night snack to be so homely, just a bowl of noodles.

The late night snack bureau is considered my own family.

Zi Wenxin stayed shamelessly, acting as if he should stay, very sincere and natural.

He met the legendary Mrs. Meng, who was more beautiful than Daji.

Unexpectedly, she just looks like a little girl with a round face. She doesn't even look like a woman. She looks like a girl who has not yet left the palace.

Eyes revealing a clear sense of stupidity? ?

This appearance should be the most inconspicuous among the Jiang family as a whole.

She is just a relatively good-looking little girl. She is definitely not the most beautiful girl in the country. She looks more like the Qin family, and her facial features are also very delicate if you look closely. Some of them look like Jiang Sima, but her round face neutralizes the stunning feeling. An ordinary good-looking girl.

The rumors are really unbelievable.

They all thought that Jiang Sima had become a powerful person in the capital through nepotism due to his daughter's peerless beauty.

The result is this.

With this appearance, he is at the bottom of the Jiang family.

Jiang Feng sounds better than his sister.

Of course, Zi Wenxin didn't stare at her, she just took a look. After all, there was her husband next to her.

I learned that she hosted the dinner, and many of the dishes were made by her, and I felt that this cooking skill alone could retain people.

hateful.

The third child went to that wimp and got drunk after attending their wedding and told them that he regretted not proposing marriage earlier.

At that time, he comforted him that there were many beauties, and when his godfather took over the capital, he would marry the noble daughter of the capital.

You're a coward, you're a coward. If you had spoken earlier, this person would have gone to their house, and wouldn't it be easy to make ends meet in the future?

Zi Wenxin is going to kick Lao San when he goes back tomorrow.

Qi Qi didn't think much about it, he just liked this.

He smacked his lips after eating and his beard was wet.

He wiped it and said, "My sister-in-law's pasta is better cooked and warm."

While Zi Wenxin was stunned, Indochichi had actually finished a bowl of noodles.

The birthday boy also immersed himself in eating noodles. After finishing the meal, he even drank up the soup. Good guy, he just left an empty bowl, which still seemed to be smelling good.

Zi Wenxin quickly took action.

To be honest, the noodles were not as amazing as the dinner just now, but as he ate, sweat broke out on his forehead and his eyes were a little sore.

He missed his mother.

His mother must have cooked noodles for him when he was a child, that's how it was.

The nose is also sore.

He was an orphan, his parents were not alive, and when his godfather accepted him as his godson, he had already remembered.

He remembered who his parents were.

Because his later life went very smoothly, he rarely thinks about the past.

But a bowl of mediocre noodle soup, for some reason, made him feel so sour.

……

Jiang Mianmian slurped the small noodles.

There was more soup in her bowl than noodles, just a few noodles, and she was done after a few mouthfuls.

After Jiang Feng finished a bowl of longevity noodles, he felt as if he would live a long life. He had trained too much some time ago and his body would occasionally feel a little sore.

But after eating this bowl of longevity noodles, the pain disappeared.

My body is strong and I can practice sword practice for another [-] times now.

So he called his brother-in-law Shaoxia to practice sword practice together.

Meng Shaoxia:...

You don't go back to your room to sleep at night, why do you insist on practicing swordsmanship with me?

It's so weird.

He had to write to his mother-in-law, ask if there was a suitable candidate, and introduce him to his brother-in-law. This was too tiring.

Although he feels that his swordsmanship has improved by leaps and bounds during this period, he should be able to beat his own father.

Jiang Feng invited him to practice swordsmanship.

Zi Wenxin also went together.

A young man, strong and full of strength, comes and goes freely.

Although Zhu Qichi was very tired, he still grabbed Brother Jiang, as if he wanted to talk by candlelight at night.

Qin Luoxia silently handed her little girl to her husband.

Jiang Mianmian nestled in her father's arms.

Adjusted to a comfortable position and listened to their chat.

Let's first listen to Uncle Zhu talk about the customs and customs of Fucheng.

I heard Uncle Zhu praise her band again.

"The singing was quite good tonight. Well, Brother Jiang, I have a gracious favor."

Jiang Changtian said: "You and I are not brothers. Sheng is a brother. We are half-brothers. Brother Yehang, just say whatever you want. You're welcome."

Jiang Mianmian: ...My father is really good at deceiving.

"Zi Shuai said a few days ago that he dreamed of his dead wife, and he was a little uneasy. I saw that your band was pretty good today. Can you lend me a few days? Zi Shuai should want to hold a salvation ceremony. Zi Shuai doesn't like those big guys very much. Monk, you have a good band.”

"This..." Jiang Changtian poked the girl in his arms with some difficulty.

"The actress at home is the daughter, and this song was carefully arranged by her."

Zhu Qichi looked at the little girl in Jiang Changtian's arms in surprise.

Jiang Mianmian:......

Transcendence ceremony? ?

Inexplicably, she felt that her family's song and dance troupe filled the gap in the funeral industry.

"Okay, Uncle Zhu, you need to write new lyrics and let them sing."

Ji Qichi patted his knee with his hand.

"Okay, uncle will give you a big gift later to thank you. What do you want?"

Jiang Mianmian thought about it seriously: "Give me a mountain, like a river. When the weather gets hot next year, Mianmian will want to go up the mountain to escape the heat."

Jiang Changtian laughed.

He likes his daughter's outspokenness.

If he dares to ask for it, his daughter, Jiang Changtian, must dare to think and ask for it.

Zhu Qichi nodded: "Okay, Uncle Zhu will send you the land deed tomorrow. There happens to be a mountain in the south of Jingzhou with good water flow. There is also a village on the mountain. You can clean it up then and leave a guest room for your Uncle Zhu. .”

Jiang Mianmian nodded happily.

If there is a tail, it will be wagging.

He jumped down from his father's arms, poured a cup of tea for Uncle Zhu seriously, and served it to him unsteadily.

"Thank you, uncle." Jiang Mianmian smiled.

Jiang Mianmian gave Uncle Zhu a small drop of spiritual spring water, a small drop, about half a drop.

Because Uncle Zhu has never drunk it before, and he doesn’t want him to wander around at home.

But this uncle is getting old really fast.

Visibly old.

It is said that the life span of ancient people was very short, and they would live long at fifty.

And it is rare for my father to have a good friend who he can talk to.

In a few years, my father will look like his own son.

Please help Uncle Ding not to die.

Zhu Qichi took a sip of the tea and said with a smile, "The tea given by Mianmian is particularly sweet."

Jiang Mianmian smiled and said: "My father said the same, I am a caring little cotton-padded jacket."

Zhu Qichi laughed loudly.

I feel relaxed all over.

Every time I'm at Brother Jiang's house, I feel like I'm going home. It's a rare feeling of comfort and peace of mind.

The two continued chatting.

Zhu Qichi was obviously more energetic.

Jiang Mianmian was drowsy and sleepy in her father's arms.

"Brother Yehang, today is my son's birthday. I wonder why Mr. Yu doesn't seem very happy."

Jiang Mianmian's sleepy ears perked up casually.

Mr. Yu?Which Mr. Yu?Is that Mrs. Yu’s husband who we had dinner with?

After Mrs. Yu left, I heard Mrs. He tell her mother about the tragic incident of Mrs. Yu at home. Mrs. He said that Mr. Yu had married a noble concubine, and Mrs. Yu, a real wife, was like a little maid at home, living in a side room, even herself. He cannot educate his children by himself, so Mr. Yu thinks that his concubine can educate his children well.

"After Yu became an official, he used his full-time job to arrest many of our people. He has become a knife of the government, and he cuts us the hardest. Changtian, you are kind-hearted, so be careful," said Chi Qi Chi.

Jiang Mianmian thought about it for a while, and found that the official position seemed to be equivalent to the chief of the police station, in charge of public security.

A lot of power.

Because her father became Sima, she was curious and asked her aunt about her official name.

Her aunt gave her a little explanation. She knew that Tui Guan was in charge of prison matters.

My father is in charge of the military, but now that he has been recruited and there is no war, my father actually has no power, while the official official has real power in the city.

"Why don't you send someone to kill him?" Jiang Changtian asked.

Zhu Qichi shook his head: "This man was famous for his good fighting skills in the past. He was recruited to become an official, but he enjoyed it very much and was afraid of death. He brought dozens of guards with him when he came to you. It is very difficult to kill him."

Jiang Changtian nodded.

He gently swayed the child in his arms, watching her breathing evenly and curling her eyelashes, he said softly:

"The only way to die is by accident."