After being widowed, I pampered the rough man general by farming

"Come on, one, two, work harder..."

The uniform voices of the men broke through the sky above the small deserted village, and then saw the sky full of yellow dust rising with the wind, and the old house of the Pei family turned into a pile of loess under the efforts of everyone.

Today is the day when Zhu Jiangjiang moved to the old house to build a new one. She invited people from the village to help. She paid ten cents a day and included two meals.

This condition is much better than those who do rough work in the city, so when she opened her mouth yesterday, all the people in the village who could come came.

"Okay, let the women pick up the soil and fill it up. Let's go up the mountain."

Xu Laosan brushed off the choking dust in front of him with his hand, waved his hand, and led the men, carrying hatchets, to the mountain behind the village.

Building a house requires a lot of wood. Moreover, Zhu Jiangjiang said that the new house she built does not use mud bricks, but all wood, which requires more.

Zhu Jiangjiang can't help it. She really doesn't like the house built with mud bricks. When she sleeps, the house smells like mud, and she rubs her clothes all over the place.

Anyway, she was in the countryside of her hometown in her previous life, and their local characteristics were wooden earthen buildings, so she simply built an identical one here according to the earthen buildings in her hometown.

The earth building has two floors, and half of the lower part is hollowed out for enjoying the cool air, so very strong wood is needed as the top beam.

Zhu Jiangjiang spent a lot of money to buy more than a dozen pieces of wood that could be used as pillars in the city, and one of them weighed a hundred catties, which was specially used by the rich families in the city to build their mansions.

When she went to buy it alone in the country, the boss who sold the wood repeatedly confirmed the address with her, for fear that she had heard it wrong.

As soon as he said that, the carriage for delivering wood came.

"Shopkeeper Liu, why are you here in person?"

Zhu Jiangjiang saw a few carriages coming from the entrance of the village from a distance, and knowing that it was wood, he ran to lead the way.

She couldn't help but feel a little surprised when she saw that the person who followed behind was actually shopkeeper Liu who sold wood.

Liu Cheng came over out of curiosity.

He just wanted to see what this legendary Xiaohuang village was like. After all, the whole Jiangnan town was drinking tea from Xiaohuang village now.

However, the reality disappointed him.

This village is in ruins. Except for Zhu Jiangjiang, everyone else looks poor, and they don't even have complete clothes.

What is it worth building such a nice house in such a village?

Although he felt very disappointed in his heart, Liu Cheng would not express his thoughts on the surface, after all, Zhu Jiangjiang paid the money that should be paid.

"Miss Zhu, I was joking. I heard that the tea mountain in Xiaohuang Village is very beautiful, so I followed to have a look. You don't mind, do you?" Liu Cheng smiled and blurted out polite words.

"Of course not. Shopkeeper Liu came just in time. I have new tea here. I'll send you a can to take back and try."

Zhu Jiangjiang doesn't care why he came here, whenever she has the opportunity, she will use tea as a favor,

In this way, while building a good relationship with these merchants in the city, you can also sell your own tea in a disguised form, so that they can become a long-term business if they get used to drinking it.

A total of three carriages came on this trip, and each cart pulled three pieces of wood, and they had to come later.

After Zhu Jiangjiang counted the wood and sent Liu Cheng away politely, the working women gathered around, praised the wood, touched and patted it.

"Oh, this wood is really strong, it costs a lot of money, right?"

"That's right, we've only seen this kind of wood at the gate of the yamen, my sister-in-law is really willing to part with it."

The wood has been oiled with pine oil, waterproof and moth-proof measures have been taken. It can be said that it is a large object, and it can be passed on to the next generation. The villagers are naturally envious.

A few women had been beating around the bush to inquire about the price of the wood, Zhu Jiangjiang smiled and said nothing, and walked away to work.

If they were told that she spent a penny to buy a piece of wood, the villagers might say something about her behind her back.

Zhu Jiangjiang followed the people who came to help, and it took a day to clean up the soil of the old house, fill it all in the place in front of the yard, and expand the yard.

As for the extra soil from the excavation of the foundation, Zhu Jiangjiang made up his mind and filled in the small half of the field at the gate that had already headed ears, and kept it as a vegetable field.

The people in the village were very distressed when they saw it, but Zhu Jiangjiang acted vigorously and resolutely, and said what he said, no one persuaded him.

It is precisely because of this that during the period of building the house, everyone listened to her instructions and did not dare to raise opinions, so the house was built very smoothly.

The house first took shape, and when it reached the second floor, brother and sister Mingyao and Mingji suddenly arrived.

"I'm really sorry, I can only entertain you on the side of the road."

During the few days when the house was being built, Zhu Jiangjiang and Pei Xiaoyu slept under the shack in the yard. As for cooking, they moved directly to the side of the road to keep away from the dust.

So when the Ming brothers and sisters came, they could only entertain them by the side of the road.

"Young lady, you are welcome."

Holding a bowl of tea, Mingji stood in front of the courtyard, looking curiously at the house Zhu Jiangjiang was building, "Little lady, are you building a pavilion or a house?"

The lower floor is so large that there is no wall, only a few pillars supporting it, it looks like a pavilion but it is not a pavilion, because a house is already being built above it.

Who still has a house built on top of the pavilion?

"This is a house style, Mr. Ming and Miss Ming, what is the reason you came to see me today?" Zhu Jiangjiang changed the subject.

She thought that the last time she was in the Ming Mansion, she had already offended their Ming family.

Didn't expect them to come to her again!

"Little lady, women have not been allowed to enter private schools since ancient times. Even I have to dress up as a man to attend classes in my private school. Which private school do you study in? You can let women in."

Mingyao was so curious that she pulled Zhu Jiangjiang and asked, the envious light in her eyes almost blinded the eyes of others.

"You have to pretend to be a man to listen to your private school?!"

Zhu Jiangjiang looked shocked. If so, wouldn't the matter of her sending Pei Xiaoyu to a private school be over?

"Don't you think it's not embarrassing for you to pretend to be a man and go to the school?"

Ming Ji sat down again, with a very doting tone, it seemed that he was not really blaming his younger sister, "Yao'er is naughty, my little lady can't take it for granted."

"The two of us came here today to make a long-term business deal with you. From now on, the sugar water in our private school of the Ming family will be replaced with tea water, so I will be there for you, little lady."

Zhu Jiangjiang is naturally eager to have a long-term cooperation.

However, what the brothers and sisters from the Ming family waited for was not her cheerful appearance, but her shocking words that hit the nail on the head and scared the two brothers and sisters from the Ming family.

"So Zhu Qingran and Mr. Zhu met you in a private school, and he also recognized you as a woman. He likes you, right?"

What a story about Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai in reality!

Zhu Jiangjiang, who had eaten the melon, was inexplicably excited, and stared at Mingyao gossipingly, wanting to eat more melons.