Finally, in a corner, she found a few storybooks pressed beneath sacks of rice. They were titled "Children's Idiom Stories," full of historical anecdotes. However, these books were not fit to be seen in public.
The content of these storybooks was too advanced for the era. Books these days didn't have illustrations, let alone such beautifully drawn ones.
She would have to improve them herself!
As Fu Wenwen closed her spatial dimension, a sharp pain shot through her brain again. However, this time, the pain was significantly less severe than before.
Previously, when she had used her spatial ability on the street, the pain had almost made her faint.
This time, it was just a brief stinging sensation, which she could tolerate.
Fu Wenwen put away the storybooks and fell peacefully asleep.
The next morning, Fu Wenwen woke up early. She washed the ribs she had brought back, air-dried them, and then marinated them with soy sauce. After an hour of marination, she hung them to air-dry. Ribs marinated this way, cooked with white rice, were simply divine.
While the ribs were marinating, Fu Wenwen took out the storybooks. Following the original style, she simply drew out the characters and objects, then copied the text to complete them.
Fu Wenwen didn't know how long she had been drawing. When she finally looked up, she felt as though her neck was about to break.
However, looking at her "artwork," Fu Wenwen felt a great sense of accomplishment. Her simplified idiom stories were perfect.
"Mom, what are you doing?" Lin An, having just woken up and not finding Fu Wenwen, rubbed his eyes and came out to look for her. He saw Fu Wenwen hunched over the table, doing something.
"Mommy is drawing storybooks," Fu Wenwen said with a smile, taking out the book she had drawn and explaining it to Lin An. "This is the story of 'An Iron Rod Ground into a Needle.' It's about the famous Tang Dynasty poet Li Bai, who disliked studying as a child and often skipped school to wander the streets. One day, Li Bai didn't go to school again, and he ambled around the streets, looking here and there, unknowingly arriving outside the city..."
Fu Wenwen only copied three idioms: "An Iron Rod Ground into a Needle," "Waiting by a Tree Stump for a Rabbit," and "Showing Off One's Axe to an Axe-Maker in front of Lu Ban." With simple drawings and Fu Wenwen's explanations, Lin An slowly became engrossed, looking at the storybook Fu Wenwen had drawn and remembering the stories she told, following her illustrations.
After she finished the stories, Lin An was still not satisfied. Fu Wenwen rubbed Lin An's head, took him to brush his teeth and wash his face, and then went to the kitchen to make him the pig intestine noodles from yesterday. She had stored yesterday's pig intestines and bone broth in her spatial dimension, so there was no need to worry about them spoiling.
After a slight prick of pain, Fu Wenwen and Lin An enjoyed another delicious meal.
She could clearly feel her body growing stronger, no longer so weak and prone to sweating. Fu Wenwen felt that the time for her powers to return was not far off.
After Fu Wenwen cleaned up the dishes, Lin An, hugging the storybook Fu Wenwen had drawn, begged her to tell him the stories again. Fu Wenwen looked at his big, glistening eyes and couldn't refuse. She hugged Lin An and told him the stories again. This time, Lin An was able to follow along with Fu Wenwen and finish telling the story together.
"Did you remember it all?" Fu Wenwen looked at Lin An in surprise. Lin An blushed, but nodded firmly. "I remembered everything Mommy told me."
"That's great!" Fu Wenwen praised him.
Lin An looked at Fu Wenwen cautiously, hesitating to speak.
Sensing Fu Wenwen's encouragement, Lin An hugged the storybook tightly and said to Fu Wenwen, "Mommy, can I take it out and tell other people stories?"