The eldest daughter of a peasant family: They are all my sisters’ passers-by

"What deep hatred is there between you sisters?"

Mo Yici couldn't understand. Aren't relatives supposed to help each other? If the man was having a dispute over family property, what could be wrong with the woman getting along with him?

Even if there was, it was just a minor incident. How could it get to this extent?

"The battlefield is everywhere. I think the young general understands it best. Let's go to the village chief's house."

Mo Yici nodded, watching Lan Wangshu's expression gradually become conflicted.

"Um, young general, this horse is a bit high, can you lend me your arm?"

Lan Wangshu's face turned red. No one told her that getting off the horse would be a problem. Her short legs really couldn't afford to get hurt.

Mo Yici laughed out loud when she saw her childish side, and Lan Wangshu was so embarrassed that he couldn't even raise his head.

"Master, you can't laugh at my short legs."

Lan Wangshu paused for a moment. He was really her good brother. Mo Yici couldn't help laughing out loud.

Lan Wangyan tugged at the corner of his clothes. Mo Yici managed to hold back his laughter, mounted the horse lightly, and jumped off holding Lan Wangshu's arm.

The girl was still a little frightened and grabbed Mo Yici's arm tightly. What kind of straight man behavior was this? Could he at least say hello? She was really scared.

She finally stood firm and slowly let go of Mo Yici's arm, her face looking angry.

"It's down here now, let's go."

Mo Yici was in a good mood. He quickly led the horse and put the twins on it, one in each hand. Lan Wangshu looked at them worriedly for a while. Zhuri was very obedient with Mo Yici around and didn't have a bad temper.

The two brothers were very excited. Even Lan Wangyu, who was usually restless, looked curious. He stretched out his little hands and touched here and there. He looked so adorable.

As for Lan Wangyan, he was a brave man. He was not afraid at all when sitting on the horse and was chatting excitedly with Mo Yici.

"Master, I also want to learn how to ride a horse."

"Sure. When you grow up, I'll take you to choose a horse of your own."

Lan Wangshu was behind them, looking at the horse's butt, wondering what he was thinking about.

"Young general, the army has no war horses because they are old and have nowhere to go."

Mo Yici's brows twitched. There were indeed such horses in the military camp. Logically, they should have been sold directly, but many people bought horses for meat. They were reluctant to see their comrades who had fought on the battlefield together end up like this, so they kept them in the military camp for the new recruits to get used to horseback riding.

"You want to buy the old warhorse?"

"If there are any, I will take good care of them. My siblings and I won't ask them to do any heavy work, just for going back and forth."

Mo Yici supported her idea, but war horses were expensive and the cost of raising them was not small, so she could not afford it even if she had Zui Fusheng.

"Let's talk about it when you reach the age of 15. If you still want to buy a warhorse, I will help you choose a few."

Lan Wangshu understood his concerns. As expected, people have to grow up to be responsible for their own actions. She smiled faintly and nodded. The matter was settled.

The poet Mo Yi was tall and had long legs. Even though he didn't walk fast, it made Lan Wangshu very tired. When she reached the village chief's door, she took a few deep breaths and looked at the man's legs with reproach. Why did they have such long legs? It made her so tired.

Mo Yici felt his legs getting cold. He looked at the hem of his clothes carefully and lowered his head to adjust them.

"Knock knock."

Lan Wangshu went forward and knocked on the door. The village chief's house was very lively, with many villagers there. Lan Wangshu's scalp tingled when she saw them, as she didn't recognize many of them.

"Uncles and aunts, they are all here."

She gave a general greeting with a well-behaved smile.

"Sister Wangshu, you came just in time. You see, I have done it. It's just that iron tools are a bit expensive and easy to wear out, so they need to be replaced frequently."

Cang Wenyuan looked very excited, his hair was a little messy, and there were wood flowers on his hair and body.

Lan Wangshu was also very curious about the tripod plow. After all, it was restored based on the impression of the graphics, and she would feel a sense of accomplishment if it could really be used in reality.

Cang Wenyuan picked up the rotten seeds and demonstrated it in front of her, and everyone around him praised him highly.

Lan Wangshu also tried it. She could use it, but the handle she needed to hold was relatively high, and it would be very tiring to do so. She was now about 1.5 meters tall. People of that era were generally not very tall, and the people in the village were somewhat hunched over, so she was not considered short among the women.

Cang Wenyuan saw that there was no surprise on her face and thought something was wrong.

"Sister Wangshu, what did I miss?"

"Is there any aunt willing to give it a try?"

She shook her head and turned around to find a stronger woman to try.

The aunt from the Niu family was eager to try. She was a sturdy-looking woman and a good cook. She was the one who prepared any banquets in the village.

"Don't use force, Auntie. If you can't push it, just move your hand up a little."

Lan Wangshu wanted to finally determine whether she needed to change the fulcrum. After all, the bar was too high and it was tiring to raise her hands, which was not the result she wanted.

"okay."