However, with the unreliableness of this space, Jiang Yuan did not have much hope.

This blind box space is connected to her spiritual world. It is currently connected with weak, sometimes sometimes without, and the space has degenerated into the primary level. She cannot see the space inside and does not speak, and the things she opens out are completely different from what she wants.

As soon as she thought, she heard movements in the grass beside her.

She took the wooden stick and pulled it a few times, and then she saw something that was opened from the blind box.

She wanted to crack in place.

It was a pair of green flip-flops.

The key is that the flip flops were still worn by people, because the traces of collapse were clearly visible on the heels.

There is still a lot of mud in the gaps in the shoe board, such as the reason why I don’t wash my feet and wear shoes for a long time.

Jiang Yuan turned around and walked. After walking for a while, he came back with his fate, took a branch, picked up slippers and left.

When she arrived at the stream at the foot of the mountain, she brushed the flip flops hard, and it looked less cold and then went home.

Qian was feeding pigs, and the three pigs in her family were like hers.

Wang Youcai rode the sow here drunk. Qian was as sad as his daughter, and she was so sad.

Yesterday, Jiang Yuan and Wang Youcai made gossip, but she didn't react so much.

She was more concerned about these three pigs than caring about her children and grandchildren. She was not allowed to touch her three pigs on weekdays.

She glanced at Jiang Yuan with her eyes, looked at her up and down, and then saw that the ones she was carrying seemed to be full of wild vegetables in her backpack. She snorted coldly and ignored her.

Jiang Yuan put down the firewood and returned to the east wing.

Xiao Shitou was sitting on the threshold and jumped up when he saw her coming back.

He was holding a new windmill in his hand and his eyes were shiny.

He wanted to get close to Jiang Yuan, but he was very reserved.

The whole person is very conflicted.

"Is it easy to play?"

"Um!"

Xiao Shitou nodded heavily to express his mood.

This windmill is made of wood. The three fan blades of the windmill are polished very thinly, and each fan blade is slightly bent by a curve, so it is easy to be blown up by the wind.

It seems that it took a lot of thought.

Xiao Shitou liked it very much, and I heard from my father that this was made by my mother.

Jiang Yuan smiled and touched his head.

Inside the house, Fu Jiu was writing something.

Jiang Yuan picked out the ribbon grass in the basket and picked a seat on the window on the ear room to dry it. As soon as he looked up, he saw Fu Jiu staring at the pair of flip-flops she had taken back.

"Where does this come from?"

"Picked up." Jiang Yuan looked serious.

"Pick it up?" Fu Jiu frowned. Is this time and space so confused?

Can shoes travel around?

Or, are there anyone else coming here?

Jiang Yuan wrapped the flip flops in a piece of rag.

"What's this for?"

"Go to the town to sell tomorrow."

Fu Jiu was almost choked by his saliva. Who would be stupid enough to buy a pair of flip-flops that were worn by someone?

"What are you writing this?"

"Copy books and make money."

The two looked at each other and saw the embarrassment of having no money in each other's eyes.

OK, not stupid.

Jiang Yuan didn't stop him, after all, copying a book would have little impact on his body.

"hiss……"

Fu Jiu took a breath and the pen in his hand fell on the table with a clatter.

A very thin blood line was cut by the book paper on his fair fingers.

Jiang Yuan:???

Although paper can indeed cut the skin, it is a very small chance.

What's more, the pages here are not as stiff as they were in the previous life.

Can this be broken?!

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!