(This is an idea I had before. It took me a long time to write this. It is rough for the time being, maybe, maybe it won't be updated.)
Qingran traveled to the Qing Dynasty due to a car accident and became a transparent maid in the fourth master's house. She waited for more than a year, but did not get the legendary golden finger.
Instead, I discovered that there seemed to be a fellow countryman in the house? Soon after, the fellow villager disappeared, and Qingran waited for the belated system, but——
Although there is a system in front of Qingran, she is not happy at all, because her system is like this:
"We talk about each other and we talk about horses?
?
Xiangwuli mouth mouth mouth mouth mouth mouth mouth mouth mouth mouth mouth horse?
Owe Yingbang? "Keep your mouth in check"
What's going on? You can't write all the words that are short of pen and strokes, but you still just talk about the key parts? Did you start working on this system before it was even a month old?
Qingran...
She couldn't swallow this breath. She felt that the word "discrimination" was even in the air. Looking at the broken system, it was even more unpleasant to look at.
Later
The introduction of the system becomes:
"Do you want to be a salted fish lying down?
Do you want to have a life of eating, drinking, having fun and enjoying yourself?
Do you want to be a farming expert who plays with cats and dogs in the front row while watching the show?
Welcome to bind the "eating melon farming system"
Fourth Master: Is it the most honest thing to do? Fujin
That's wrong. I think she is dull and dull. She is really a piece of rotten wood that cannot be carved!
Secondly, knowing how to show off in front of me doesn't seem so stupid!
Once again, you have no good etiquette and no manners, and now you dare to run away. I see that your courage has not only not been frightened, but has also increased!
Then, you are so rebellious and so audacious that you still dare to lose your temper at me? ? ! Why are you crying? It's so annoying!
Finally, this is a weak and timid little butterfly, let her go this time.
Intention: to climb over the thorns and run towards the sunshine,
