Travel through time and become the wronged stepmother

Jiang Luorou enthusiastically went to the kitchen to get a fire stick from under the stove. After looking at the black plant ash in her hand, she gave up the idea.

I don’t know how much laundry I will have to wash after playing this game of chess, and my hands will never be clean anyway. When children are playing, they should wipe their noses, wipe their faces, etc. They should not make their faces look dark. After thinking about it, they all look like black-faced cats, it must be funny. Especially Zi Qing, Zi Mo and Xiao Hua'er must be very cute with their dark little faces. I suddenly want to see what's going on?

Forget it, forget it, washing a child's face is a big job, so don't try it easily. He dropped the fire stick in his hand again, washed the handle and returned to the main room. Then I looked east and west, and finally found a board of suitable size in an inconspicuous corner.

Go to the kitchen and wipe it clean with a rag, take out a nearby kitchen knife and gently carve out the grid marks to make a simple chessboard. It would be nice if there was chalk for such trouble.

I remember it was made of gypsum. Gypsum should be a traditional Chinese medicine. When the weather is fine, I will go to the county town and buy some to make chalk to see if it can work.

Jiang Luorou held the engraved board with a smile and walked briskly into the main room. As soon as he entered the house, he wanted to call the children to play this new game together, but after looking at the situation in the house, he didn't have the nerve to continue.

Looking towards the east side of the house, Ziqing and Hua'er were playing with a rope and having a great time. Sister Ziqing looks at me. I'll turn over a big chicken claw. Now, it's your turn. Then let me turn over some noodles, hahaha. It's my turn, I turn over a big fishing net, it's my turn, it's my turn, I turn over... I turn over... Ziqing's hand stretched forward and then retracted, stretched out and then retracted. Sister Hua'er, I forgot what to do next. Come on, come on, sit down and hold on with your hands, yes, slow down and don't let the rope loose.

Sister Ziqing, take a closer look at how your hands should be placed. First, do you see clearly? Hmm, then like this, look, a bathtub comes out. Wow, Sister Hua'er is so amazing, unlike me who always can't remember.

No matter what, you can remember it. Come on, come on, sister will flip a parachute for you... Well, Jiang Luorou lowered his head and looked at the simple chessboard in his hand. It seems that there is no need to play this game here.

Looking to the west again, Zicheng, Zimo, and Xiao Liuer were squatting on the ground holding a stick in their hands, whispering something to each other. Zimo, look, first write a treasure hijab, and then write the word "heart" below.

Next, write the character "plate" for a vessel below, and finally write the character "D" for a person below. My surname is ready, the character "Ning" for Ningzicheng. Brother, what you said is wrong, this is obviously Ning Zimo's. The word Ning is the word Ning from Ningzi City, not Ning Zimo.

Okay, you all shut up, this is still the word Ning for me, Ning Xiaoliu, what's the point of being so childish and noisy. Brother, look at the word "Ning" I wrote. Look, come and take a closer look. Are the words you wrote and the words I wrote the same? Zimo compared it back and forth, scratched his head and said, "It's the same? Is there any problem?" Look, you have written the character "心" less, and the character "Van" has been written outside. Look, you have written the character "D" less. A hook, please see if what I said is right, and why you wrote it so big, it’s so ugly.

Ning Zimo scratched his head, lowered his neck and said, "That's not much wrong. It's almost enough. Don't pay too much attention to these details." Write this word 10 times. If you can't write it well, I'll beat you up. Come on, Zimo, what do you think of what I wrote? Well, Ning Zicheng touched his chin and looked at the ground. Sister Liu'er wrote very well.

Xiao Liu'er smiled happily and held her hands together unconsciously. It's so good. I can also write. Zimo, do you know any other words? Just teach me. Oh, okay sister. Then let’s write Xiao Liu’er’s small characters.

Look, like this, like this, and then like this again... Jiang Luorou smiled awkwardly and gently smoothed the broken hair on her temples with her hand. They don't seem to need this game now.

Then he moved his eyes to the table. Mrs. Zhao was lowering her head, mending her clothes stitch by stitch with needle and thread, wiping her hair with a needle from time to time, looking at everyone in the room, as if they didn't need this. As for the game, I suddenly felt that the board in my hand was no longer good.

Mrs. Zhao inadvertently raised her head and saw Jiang Luorou standing at the door of the house, holding a wooden board in her hand and looking embarrassed. With a puzzled look on his face, he asked, "Sister-in-law, what are you doing with a piece of wood in your hand?" Sister-in-law, I didn’t just think of a fun way when I had nothing to do, and I made it and wanted to find someone to try it. As a result, both the older ones and the younger ones had things to do, and they were too embarrassed to ask.

It's simple. My clothes only have a few stitches left. You just sit next to me and wait. It won't take long. Sister-in-law, play this new game with you.

Mrs. Zhao lowered her head again and stitched, mending the clothes thread by thread. After a while, Mrs. Zhao gently pulled the thread a few times with her hands, took the clothes to her mouth, gently bit off the thread with her teeth, and casually Gently fold the clothes and put them away, then arrange the sewing frame and put it aside.

Mrs. Zhao stood up slowly, stretched her hands above her head, subconsciously put her hands to her mouth and yawned. Then he patted the threads off his body with both hands. Zhao walked over to Jiang Luorou and sat down with a smile on his face. Come on, let your sister-in-law see your new game. Jiang Luorou pointed to the wooden board in front of her and said to Ms. Zhao.

"Sister-in-law, please choose between corn and black beans first," Mrs. Zhao said enthusiastically, "I want corn, okay, then I want black beans." Sister-in-law, look at the intersection between the lines. Put the corn or black beans at the intersection. Is this true for siblings? Yeah that's right.

The rules are like this, we take turns and one person plays a piece at a time, and the intersection points in the grid can be placed. Whoever has five pieces in a row, whether horizontally, vertically, or diagonally, wins. Do you understand? Understood.

After Ms. Zhao figured out the rules, the two started playing chess. At first, Ms. Zhao was not very proficient. Hey, wait a minute, why didn't I see that you won? If you don’t believe it, count like this to see if it’s five, one, two, three, four, five. Yo, there are really five.

Come again... After a while, Zhao became familiar with the rules, became more and more proficient in playing, and gradually began to win. Hahaha, Mrs. Zhao laughed so hard, I won. Sister, sister, what do you think you have in your head? Don't say, you think this game is quite fun, come again, come again.

Several children came to the two of them at some unknown time. When Mrs. Zhao said it was fun, they all clamored to play too. Ms. Zhao was in high spirits, so she gave up her seat and said, "Let me play." Play a game." After the game was over, he reluctantly sat next to him. Jiang Luorou explained the rules of the game again and gave up her seat to sit next to Zhao.