There was a straw curtain between Shan Mancheng and Shen Qingqian, but he heard their conversation clearly.
After hearing this, Shan Mancheng couldn't help but think deeply, what was the background of the Shen family in the past?
Shan Mancheng didn't know the former identities of the Shen family, but subconsciously felt that it would be safer to stay with Shen Qingqian, so he insisted on coming here to recuperate.
As a result, his brother was not a normal person. He was cold and indifferent to him when he was at home. When he was not at home, he had to rely on himself for everything, not to mention how frustrated he was.
Fortunately, his injury has improved after two days of recovery. Today, when he went to the ground and walked a few steps in the house, he didn't feel out of breath.
Shan Mancheng thought about all the officials with the surname Shen in the court that he knew, and eliminated several impossible ones, leaving only one possibility.
Yes, if she is Taifu Shen's granddaughter, then Shen Qingqian's abilities will also have a origin.
Shan Mancheng's expression became a little darker as if he thought of something big.
Outside the curtain, Shen Qingqian had already explained all the problems she had seen. Thinking that Shan Mancheng was still here, she asked casually: "Master Shan, haven't you rested yet?"
A military doctor came to check on Shan Mancheng this afternoon, so she didn't ask any more questions and just delivered the medicine and food before dinner.
Now that he's here, let's ask him about his situation.
However, Shengze said without changing his expression: "He is already asleep."
Ling Yun's eyes twitched, and he couldn't help but look at Sheng Ze's expression, but he cursed in his heart. Thanks to his master, they went directly to the Shen family when they came back. How could they know about Shan Mancheng's situation?
Shen Qingqian didn't think it was anything, and nodded seriously, "It doesn't matter if you sleep, the injured person will recover faster only if he sleeps well."
Standing across the curtain, Shan Mancheng almost vomited blood, but he couldn't speak out at this time. Wasn't this a slap in the face? If he really did this, he estimated that he would be even worse off when he got married.
The Shen brothers and sisters didn't stay long and went back quickly.
Shengze took the drawing and stared at the places pointed out by Shen Qingqian for a long time.
"Chengyun, find someone to make these tomorrow." Shengze looked at Ling Yun.
Because Shan Mancheng lived at home, the two of them used pseudonyms in private.
Ling Yun grimaced, "In two days it will be the day of inspection. How can it be done in such a short time?"
"Don't you know some carpentry skills? Go to the weapons inspector tomorrow to look for tools. When you come back, I will make them with you." Shengze said nonchalantly.
Ling Yun choked, "Is that my carpentry skills? I have only carved a pig for my junior sister since I was so old. How simple is that?"
And the pig didn't look like a pig, it was just that the junior sister insisted on making something for him.
"I believe you can do a good job." Shengze patted him on the shoulder, turned around and went back to his house.
Ling Yun: "..." Is it a good thing or a bad thing to be trusted by the master so much?
Not to mention whether the equipment designed by Shengze to test the training results was completed, starting from that night, the temperature in northern Hubei suddenly dropped significantly, making it impossible to implement many of Shen Qingqian's plans.
"It's so cold this year. It's not September yet, so why is it so cold?" Old Mrs. Chen complained as she filled the basket with sand.
She is older and wears more clothes when the weather gets cold, but no one in exile brings too many clothes, so Mrs. Chen wraps herself up like a ball.
Mrs. Wu, who was next to Mrs. Chen, sighed when she heard this, "Oh, the weather has become like this, and we didn't even have time to prepare winter clothes.".z.br>
Mrs. Lin had wanted to prepare winter clothes before, but she had no materials and no matter how good her craftsmanship was, it was of no use.
