Martial arts can be obtained through hard training, and changing one's destiny through hard work is the allure of this world.
Practicing swordsmanship, reading, and writing, Jing Xiaotian arranged his time to the full, and the day quickly slipped away.
In the evening, Mrs.
Azhong suddenly ran to Jing Xiaotian panting heavily and said excitedly: "Sister Jing, go and have a look.
The things you planted in the barn have changed."
"Really?"
When Jing Xiaotian heard this, he suddenly jumped up and hurriedly ran towards the warehouse.
In the warehouse, Uncle Azhong was standing next to the shelf, carefully observing the rare objects in front of him.
He couldn't figure out how the puddle of mixed water turned into this fragrant, hard object.
Jing Xiaoda ran to the shelf and touched it with his hand.
He felt that the soap had become like cheese.
It was elastic in lumps but not very hard.
She tried to dig out a small piece of soap from the mold, pinched it, smelled it, and then carefully looked at the small animal pattern on the soap.
Then, he suddenly clenched his fist and waved it twice in front of his eyes.
As if it wasn't enough, he finally couldn't help laughing.
At the same time, he suddenly jumped up and kicked his legs in the air.
By chance, it hit the shelf with a thud.
The stand shook a little, and Azhong reached out to help it, but he was still a step too late.
The wooden board on the stand slowly tilted to the ground in front of everyone's eyes.
Jing Xiaotian's expression changed, and he thought to himself: "It's over, this day's hard work has been wasted."
I didn't dare to look, I just wanted to slap myself twice immediately.
After waiting for a moment, Jing Xiaotian didn't hear the sound of the soap clattering to the ground.
He couldn't help but look over quietly.
He felt happy, haha, what a blessing.
The wooden board was tilted, but the soap in the mold was a piece of cake.
It didn't fall out either.
Instead, because of this shock, it became a little looser, making it easier to take impressions.
Jing Xiaotian hurriedly helped Azhong, carefully placing the board flat on the ground, and said: "Let's make the shelf strong first, I will continue to use it."
After hearing what Jing Xiaotian said, Azhong simply took the tools and started to make a bracket that could place wooden boards layer by layer.
Moved into the warehouse.
When Ikoda saw this thing, he immediately praised it repeatedly.
He quickly took out the soap from the mold and put it on the wooden board on the shelf.
This is already the last step in making soap, which is called post-ripening.
Jing Xiaotian was originally an impatient person and always wanted immediate results when doing things.
However, this late maturity was an inexplicably slow process.
Ever since he started making these soaps, Jing Xiaotian has been thinking and looking forward to them every day, hoping that time will pass quickly, hoping that these homemade soaps will finally produce results.
But after Mrs.
Jing got the document written by Lin Zhi, she was still muttering in her heart.
The more she thought about it, the more she felt something was wrong.
She always felt that Lin Zhi was hiding money from her.
There was so much resentment in my heart that I didn't think about food or food every day, as if I was trapped in a demonic barrier.
I felt that I couldn't tolerate this Lin Zhi even more, and I started to have murderous intentions little by little.
Just when there was no good idea, Wu Daopo from the temple came to say hello.
Seeing the sad look on the old lady Jing's face, she was startled and said: "Old lady, what's going on?
I haven't seen you for a few days, and now I'm like Lose some weight."
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Old Mrs.
Jing couldn't help but sigh: "It's not because of that short-lived narrow-minded ghost.
Ever since I married her, I have never been comfortable."
Wu Daopo immediately said: "Is the old lady talking about the eldest daughter-in-law?"
"Who else could be there besides her?
After so many years of marriage, she has never been with the Jing family.
She guarded her family's belongings tightly and never revealed her true identity, which always made people wonder.
Impenetrable.”
Mrs.
Jing frowned as she spoke, with a look of helplessness on her face.
"Thanks to Mrs.
Jing, I have been able to let her go for so many years."
Wu Daopo continued.
"I can't help her, so what can I do?
Fushun is also a kind-hearted person and has a soft face.
Plus Lin Zhi, the girl who talks nonsense, is even more uncontrollable now."
Wu Daopo snorted and sneered, stood up and went to the door, looked out, and then said in a low voice: "It's not my fault, you are not cruel enough to get them to be like this.
I'm afraid that others will gossip, so I can't do anything overtly, but I've already dealt with them secretly.
Anyway, there aren't many people in the Lin family anymore, and I'm still afraid that someone might come to make trouble."
When Mrs.
Jing heard this, her heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly came to Wu Daopo and asked: "How do you plan it secretly?
I have this idea, I'm just afraid that someone will get it wrong.
If you teach me, I will do it."
Thank you very much.”
When Wu Daopo heard this, she played into her heart and said deliberately: "Sin, sin, sin, come and ask me, how did I know these things?"
Mrs.
Jing had no choice but to say: "You are the most merciful person.
Could it be that you would watch me being bullied to death by Lin Zhi?
Or are you worried that I won't thank you?"
As he spoke, he gently wiped the corners of his eyes.
When Wu Daopo heard this, she hurriedly said: "Old Mrs.
Jing, I just saw that you are still being bullied and can't live in peace at such an old age, so I said this.
I don't dare to take the word "thank you" as a word of thanks."
As soon as Mrs.
Jing heard what Wu Daopo said, she immediately took out a pair of gold bracelets from the cabinet, handed one to Wu Daopo's hand and said: "If your method is indeed effective, remove the pressure on my heart for me."
The stone, these gold bracelets are yours."
Wu Daopo weighed the things in her hands and immediately tucked them into her arms.
Then she said with a smile on her face: "Old lady, please give me their birthdays and horoscopes."
The old lady immediately told the birthdays of Lin Zhi and Jing Xiaotian.
Wu Daopo carefully wrote down the birth dates, said: "Old lady, just hold it up," and then left happily.
When Jing Xiaotian was eagerly looking forward to the effect of the soap after ripening, the pear tree seeds she planted a few days ago unexpectedly emerged quietly.
Looking at these brand-new buds, Jing Xiaotian was so excited.
I especially want to cry.
She sat by the window and stared at these seedlings for a whole day.
No one knew what was going on in her mind.
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For several days in a row, except for the sword dance in the morning, Jing Xiaotian stayed beside these seedlings, reading and writing while observing their growth.
He would look up from time to time, staying in the house and refusing to leave.
His whole body was full of energy.
His personality seems to have changed.
In this way, looking at the seedlings bit by bit, they unfolded the cotyledons and got out the true leaves.
Because the waiting time was too long, Jing Xiaotian's enthusiasm for soap has faded a lot.
In addition, the seeds of the pear trees have sprouted these days.
Jing Xiaotian was so busy looking at the seedlings that he almost forgot about the soap.
He is really a big-hearted person.
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