Jiang Weihua sat on the edge of the bed, holding the brand new set of clothes in his hands. Looking at Rong Yi, who had inexplicably blushed and ran out of the room, Jiang Weihua felt a surge of warmth in his heart.
Although Jiang Weihua's family conditions in his previous life were not as good as the best, the two elders often used the extremely traditional self-reliant and economical education method.
He did not lack money for a few sets of clothes, but his father could always bring back a few pieces from time to time. The clothes that a certain brother could not wear were basically changed after the New Year. Jiang Weihua could not expect to know how it felt to wear new clothes.
When he was six and a half years old, Jiang Weihua, who could not even wring a larger towel dry, was forced to start washing his own clothes. He stepped on the basin with his feet to hold one end of the clothes, held the other end with both hands, and wrung it desperately. Finally, he used a stool to hang the clothes that were still dripping on the bamboo pole.
With that little bit of strength, as long as the clothes were stained with a little oil, no matter how they were washed, the oil would still look fresh when they wore the clothes the next year.
It could be said that Jiang Weihua had never felt this kind of care from his parents.
It was only the first time they had met. Not only did they take good care of her when she brought her home, but they also asked the master to make her clothes as soon as they were torn. They also specially instructed the master to thin the cotton so that they could be loose and comfortable to wear. In order to respect her wishes, they did not forget to wash and pack the torn clothes so that she could decide how to deal with them.
In his previous life, regardless of whether the clothes were old or not, as long as they were not torn to the point that they could not be seen, as long as they could still be worn, Jiang Weihua would basically take the needle and thread to sew them up and then continue to make do with them. He did not have the fortune to enjoy such meticulous and considerate treatment.
"As expected, these people from the old era are the best at deceiving people!”Jiang Weihua's eyes were slightly red as he said stubbornly.
Alright, even though he still said it firmly, he actually admitted that he was touched!
He just thought that he was half a year away from turning eighteen. At that time, even if he was in his previous life, he would be considered a true adult. It was impossible for him to cry.
Men, don't cry!
He collected his emotions.
After changing his clothes, he looked at the sweatpants and underpants that had been changed. He looked around the room and awkwardly did not see anything to pack them up with.
The torn clothes had been washed clean, so it was impossible to stuff the dirty pants inside. After all, if he did so, it would be disrespecting the fruits of others 'labor and blaspheming their good intentions.
Just as he was in a dilemma, his eyes suddenly lit up. Although his consciousness was very sure that the space seemed to really exist, he had to really try it out to be able to tell the truth.
He folded his pants and stared at them nervously. He thought about the situation in the space and muttered,"Go in, go in!"
As soon as he thought of this, the environment in the room did not change, but the scene in the pure land space clearly appeared in his consciousness. The folded pants that he had just changed out of instantly disappeared from his hand and appeared in a corner of the space in his consciousness.
"It's really, really, really good!”Even though he was certain of it, Jiang Weihua was still stunned when he saw it in front of him.
Jiang Weihua was pleasantly surprised. He felt that his brain might be slightly congested. He needed to calm down and calm his mood.
Otherwise, he was really worried that he would become the first transmigrator to be so excited that his brain would bleed to death because of the golden finger.
If that was really the case, then it would really embarrass the transmigrators.
Whoosh!
He took two deep breaths. Although his heart rate was still higher than normal, he was finally much calmer.
Although it was not as perfect as the pure land he had expected, it was enough for him to be excited. After all, it was better than nothing.
Moreover, this golden finger was not completely useless. If used well, not only could it reduce a lot of trouble for him in this chaotic world, but it could also provide a lot of convenience for him to kill more devils.
As for the space being too small, Jiang Weihua did not care about it anymore. It was fine as long as he could hide his guns. At most, he could hide a bunch of guns inside. When the time came, he could just find a quiet place on the mountain outside the city to practice.
With this thing, it was extremely convenient to enter and exit the city gates to transport equipment.
Perhaps he could even use this thing to shoot the Japanese. After killing them, he would immediately put away the gun and swagger away. Anyway, he did not have a gun in his hand, so no one could get evidence to say that he did it.
As long as he had a good relationship with Young Master Rong, with his help, it would not be easy for the devils to mess with him in Chengde without evidence.
"Miss, why are you still at the door?”
After thinking for a moment, Jiang Weihua put the clean and wrapped torn clothes into the space. He opened the door and walked out of the house, but he did not expect Rong Yi to stand with his back to the door.
"I told you not to call me Miss. I have a name, hmph!”Upon hearing Jiang Weihua's words, Rong Yi glared at Jiang Weihua fiercely. He stomped his feet and walked to the house beside him.
Jiang Weihua was stunned by Rong Yi's stare. He felt a little inexplicable and rubbed his nose before following.
You're older than me and you don't allow me to call you sister. You don't allow me to call you big miss either.
Come on, this bro was in his third year of high school. Although he joined the school's sports team for his goddess later on, and although his muscles became more developed, he was still a good young man. He did not want to be called rude.
When Rong Yi entered the room next door, Rongshi was still carefully checking Jiang Xiaozhu's wound. Rongshu and Xu Erhang stood at the side and frowned as they watched carefully. Both of their faces had painful expressions.
"Young…Young Miss Xu is awake. Her injuries should be fine, right?”Jiang Weihua looked at Jiang Xiaozhu, who was sweating profusely from the pain but still gritted his teeth and did not make a sound. His heart was filled with admiration.
Just based on this point, Jiang Xiaozhu was enough to make countless men unable to catch up!
Jiang Xiaozhu looked at Jiang Weihua, and his expression fluctuated slightly. He frowned and endured the pain, as if he was struggling in his heart. Finally, he squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth,"Thank you. If there's a chance, I'll return it to you!”
Although he was almost in a semi-conscious state when Jiang Weihua saved her, he still remembered Jiang Weihua's face when he was dragged by Jiang Weihua.
However, such a life-saving grace was like a huge pressure to her, who felt that she already owed more than 200 lives to her family. It was so heavy that she could not breathe.
She really owed too much, and she really didn't dare to owe anymore. She really couldn't afford it anymore!
……
Thank you very much!
And the nameless benefactors who sent flowers, Young Master, thank you!
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