Meng Nan ignited his fighting spirit, turned over and got out of bed quickly.

He is going to start his first day of life in the future.

...

"Meng Xingzhe."

"Meng Jian."

"Meng Santan."

Early in the morning, Meng Nan looked at the three children standing in front of him, and thought about the names of the three children he had found from Zhao Xiaoshuang, and had a certain understanding of his future bad taste.

No need to think too much, these three names must have been thought of.

"I guess it was my expectation for the three of them at that time."

Meng Nan could imagine his thoughts at that time.

It is said to be "evil taste", but it is not a kind of sorrow.

If you come through time and fail to practice, you have to passively accept it—

marriage!

Have a child!

No one can refuse.

Even if you are unwilling to have children, lie about being infertile, or even if you castrate yourself, the child you should have to have children.

You won't have a child!

The village will also ask others to help you have children.

Meng Nan knew these rules, so he accepted them all when getting married.

If you can't resist, you can only follow.

If you don’t want a grassland above your head, you have to do it yourself and be pretentious.

then.

Then there were the three cubs in front of him.

Meng Nan looked at the three of them and looked around. It turned out that he had set up a different house, which was still quite a distance from the rooms left by his parents and his elder brother Mengba.

This is a bamboo forest, the thick bamboo.

Judging from this location, there shouldn't be any twelve years ago.

"This is all grown by my father!"

"Dad's wooden bamboo craftsmanship is excellent, he is the best in Yinlian Village. The leader has come to order the goods!"

Meng Santan is the best to move and talk the most. Since he knew that her father had lost his memory early in the morning, he didn't remember anything that had happened for dozens of years ago, so he was so active that he could tell her father everything he knew so that he could recover his memory as soon as possible and remember her.

Unfortunately, she is only seven years old this year and only starts to remember things at the age of three or four. There are still many things she doesn't know about in the previous few years.

Her eyes rolled, looking at Meng Nan from time to time, and looking at her two brothers from time to time, for fear that they would talk more than they knew and be compared.

"Dad will weave a bamboo dragonfly for you later."

Meng Nan looked at the thumbs up from his daughter, and felt that she wanted to contact her and contact her, so she smiled at her.

"I have a lot of bamboo dragonflies!"

When Meng Santan heard this, he ran away. Soon after, he picked up more than ten bamboo dragonflies, including large and small, and many of them were Meng Nan who thought he couldn't make it up.

"I should have lived in Yinlian Village by relying on carpenters and bamboo craftsmen in the past twelve years."

In his previous life, he learned bamboo craftsmanship with his grandfather and carpenter skills from his father, which was quite a bit of a past. Although in his previous life, even in ancient times, his craftsmanship may not be enough.

But in southern Xinjiang, in this Yinlian Village, it is definitely a slap in everything.

I didn't show it much before getting married, and I devoted myself to practicing after working hard every day.

After getting married, I was forced to live, but I picked it up and made some achievements.

Immortals need to be cultivated.

Life must be lived.

Meng Nan felt that he was doing pretty well in life and feelings.

Only practice is almost meaningful.

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Chapter completed!