After dressing as a superb old woman, I am bound to the power system

When the family was eating around the table, several children looked at Duan Mingjing's clothes with twinkling eyes and did not dare to say anything due to the majesty of their elders.

Duan Mingchen, however, didn't have so many scruples, "Second brother, do you also want to work in the fields?"

In recent days, Duan Mingchen helped tidy up the land in the back hill and cleared away all the weeds next to his house. In his spare time, he took the younger members of the family to recognize characters and flowers, which was a great pleasure.

Duan Mingjing didn't say anything for a while, and paused while holding the chopsticks.

"Go to the mountains to chop firewood!" Qiao Lan said. "Winter is coming soon, and we are short of firewood at home. If you are free, chop some more firewood back."

This was what Qiao Lan said to her family.

In recent days, Uncle Sun and his son have also collected a lot of firewood, which is enough for the family to cook for several days. Uncle Sun and his son feel that they are slaves and cannot eat with their master. They only eat in a small room near the kitchen. Qiao Lan also lets them

Went.

It’s just that we can’t leave all this work to Uncle Sun and his son.

Duan Mingchen quickly finished the remaining rice popsicles in the bowl and nodded, "Mom, I understand."

When he is free, he goes to the mountain to chop wood.

After breakfast, Duan Mingqing went out on horseback. He was the only one going out today. It was very cumbersome to bring a carriage, so he went out on horseback.

The three horses in the Duan family's backyard have not yet been sold. The children in the family watched their elders riding horses with bright eyes. Until Duan Mingjing walked away, they still stood in the yard thinking about it for a long time.

Originally, she was not good at raising children. She was only responsible for ensuring that the children were not hungry, and left all other upbringing issues to her husband. Duan Yuexiu was an official in the court, so he was very busy.

The son could only teach occasionally, and was even less involved in the education of his grandson. In addition, the years when several of the Duan family's children and grandchildren were enlightened coincided with the death of the eldest son of the Duan family. The whole family was filled with sadness, and they continued to observe filial piety for six or seven years.

Most of the grandchildren of the Duan family were studying in the house and rarely went out to play. Suddenly they saw Duan Mingqing riding a horse, and the envy naturally flowed out of their eyes.

Qiao Lan took a look and said, "I'll let my third uncle teach you how to ride a horse some other time!"

The boys were immediately overjoyed. Duan Yutao even stamped his feet a few times and jumped up. "Ride a big horse!"

The girls followed and looked with envy in their eyes.

Qiao Lan looked at the light in her eldest granddaughter's eyes and said suddenly, "Tong'er and Feiyan should also learn together. When Siqi Sihua grows up, they will follow suit."

Duan Sitong's face immediately showed a happy look, but after thinking about his age for a while, he hesitated, "Grandma, I'm not young..."

Qiao Lan immediately interrupted her granddaughter, "You said you are not young in front of me, an old woman who is half dead..."

Duan Sitong was startled and immediately wanted to explain, "Grandma, that's not what I meant."

Qiao Lan smiled lovingly and said, "Grandma knows what you mean. If you want to learn, just go and learn. It's always good to learn more. Having more skills won't overwhelm you! My own horses need to be fed every day, so there's nothing strange about them."

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Duan Sitong nodded happily.

At noon, there was more excitement in front of Duan's house.

The villagers led a team of craftsmen to the Duan family and said they were building a house for the Duan family.

The Duan family hurriedly welcomed the people to the back of the house, where they watched a group of people measuring the land and discussing wages with the craftsmen.

The leader is a square-faced craftsman wearing a round-collared coat. His surname is Wu and he calls himself Wu Shiro.

Takeshiro looked around with the drawings and asked Qiao Lan how big a house he wanted to build, and he had a lot of doubts in his heart. Rich people like to add floor coverings to their houses, and there are few in the south. In the north, every household has them.

Wu Shilang suspected that Qiao Lan's house was too small.

He glanced at the Duan family's house down the slope. It was not too small, but it was a waste to build an earth dragon in such a palm-sized place.

Then she asked Qiao Lan, "Old madam, although this Earth Dragon Xiu will be warmer in a small room, the room is too small. If you put a table, you won't be able to put anything else in it."

Qiao Lan knew what the craftsman meant, "It's okay, this house is not meant for people to live in."

After hearing this, Takeshiro's lips twitched and he didn't say anything. The thoughts of this wealthy family were probably different from those of ordinary people.

After all, Wu Shiro is a businessman who makes money. Looking at the children standing by the yard, he began to enthusiastically promote the earth dragon to Qiao Lan. He said that many wealthy families in the county have built earth dragons at home, and their children and grandchildren are not big enough to study in winter.

cold.

After hearing this, Qiao Lan thought about it. It was indeed quite cold in the south when the sun didn't shine, but the house at home was big. Not to mention that it cost a lot of money to repair the earth dragon in the house. After the earth dragon was repaired, it would cost even more firewood.

Just get a stove.

Takeshiro was enthusiastically selling, and his mouth was dry. Seeing that the old lady only nodded and had no intention of spending money, he stopped thinking for the most part.

Sure enough, the old lady who heads the house doesn't like to pay.

The craftsmen are all from the town. They come to work during the day and return home at night. Although the Duan family does not provide meals, they have enough hot water and will lend them the kitchen to hot cakes.

The Duan family didn't worry about the project problems at all and let the craftsmen build their own. Although there was little oil and water in this work, it was mostly a relief. Each craftsman was rushing to make money before the Chinese New Year, and his hands and feet were neat, and the construction period was progressing very well.

smoothly.

As for Duan Mingjing, as evening approached, he staggered back to the yard carrying his third bundle of firewood. As soon as he took off the heavy load on his shoulders and was about to take a breather, he heard a voice coming from behind him.

"Come back?" Qiao Lan asked.

Duan Mingjing was startled. While wiping his sweat, he was glad that he had chopped three baskets of firewood today.

"Mom, I'm back." Duan Mingjing promised honestly.

Qiao Lan stepped forward and weighed the firewood in the basket. It was quite heavy, probably about ten kilograms.

However, the total amount is only thirty kilograms, and it is not feasible to chop so much in one day.

"Are you tired?" Qiao Lan asked.

Duan Mingjing's shoulders were extremely sore and his feet were a little weak. Hearing his mother's voice of concern, he almost burst into tears. He was coy and reserved like a little girl for a moment and said, "I'm not very tired."

Qiao Lan nodded, "Then you come back tomorrow to cut down five baskets!" Before leaving, he warned, "Be more efficient in your work and don't delay going home so late."

Duan Mingjing was left standing in the cold and dark courtyard, feeling extremely sad.

Woohoo, if I had known earlier I would have said I was tired!

Two days later, Duan Mingqing brought back the Pan Kang craftsmen from Tongzhou.

By the time the Duan family's pea seedlings were ready to go to the ground, the beams in the backyard were also erected.

When it comes to farming, everyone in the village is a skilled craftsman, but when it comes to the Duan family's land, they can't do it.

The Duan family pays fairly, settling on a per-acre basis. After planting an acre, they will give copper coins for one acre of land.

It’s just that the rules of farming in this family are very strict.

The old lady took them to the fields and told them with a hoe how big the pits for this kind of peas should be dug and how far apart each pit should be. Only four beans could be placed in one pit, no more and no less.

The soil was compacted tightly.