I was divorced because I got pregnant during the lean years, so I went back to my parents’ home and

"I am planning to open a tailor shop. Actually, it is not called a shop, but a workshop. I have received a number of orders, including orders for bracelets, ready-made clothes, and small items such as purse pendants.

That's why I invited Aunt Ma and the others. Aunt Ma is a tailor who mainly makes ready-made clothes, while Ma Xiaoqi, Ming'er and Ma Haixia are in charge of making bracelets.

Of course, Haixia participates in guidance in his spare time, but his main task is still teaching and educating.

My mother, Shitou, Xiaoju, and Xiaohua are mobile personnel, moving wherever they are needed. I am the overall planning person, responsible for clearing wasteland and planting herbs, and selling handmade products. "

As a mobile personnel, Xiaohua was particularly excited. She winked at Xiaoqi, and then pulled the back of Rama Hai's collar, asking him to lower his head and not block her sight.

"Our top priority right now is to solve the accommodation problem for the Straits family."

"And our accommodation!" Fu Jichang raised his hand and added.

"Yes, there is also accommodation for Xiaoyao and his servant." Ji Xiaobei glanced at the crowd and did not see Lin.

"Ju, where is mother?" Ji Xiaobei asked.

Lin had already slid down the wall. She felt that her eldest daughter was talking nonsense. She tried to lower her presence, for fear that Aunt Song would rush over and ask her if this was true.

The door opened and Aunt Song came in.

"Mrs. Lin, look how capable Xiaobei is. He wants to open a tailor workshop!" Aunt Song said loudly.

Lin really wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into, but where should he find one? It was such a small place that there was no place to live.

"Aunt Song, you came at the right time. I just have something to tell you." Ji Xiaobei said with a smile.

"Xiaoyao and his friends stayed at your house yesterday. Sorry to bother you. I want to ask you if I can rent your west wing for a few days. The rent is calculated on a daily basis!"

Aunt Song was stunned for a moment and said hurriedly: "Bei, what are you renting? The house at home is empty. Young Master saved you, and we can't thank him enough."

"Then let's calculate it as 10 coins a day, 300 coins a month!" Ji Xiaobei said, "They may not stay for more than a month. When Xiaoyao's foot is healed, they will leave."

"You can stay as long as you want. It's all up to you. It's our own house..." Aunt Song said with a smile from ear to ear.

"Thank you, Aunt Song. I'll rent the room next door as well. We'll each have one. Let's pay half a year's rent first!"

As he spoke, Fu Jichang took out a silver ingot and handed it to Aunt Song.

The smile on Aunt Song's face froze and her eyes sparkled. Silver ingots!

"No, we can't find them either. You have too much..." Aunt Song didn't dare to take it and pushed it back.

Heita came up and said with a chuckle, "Aunt Song, I get along well with Laohei, and I don't want to leave either, so you can just keep it for now!"

Song Laohei, who was sitting at the wall next to him and listening, touched his head and said: This generation is a bit off, Aunt Song, Brother Laohei!

Song Laohei calculated silently and decided that he should call his wife "Auntie"!

"Then I'll accept it first. When you leave, I'll give you the remaining money." Aunt Song accepted it with a smile.

Lin stared at the silver ingot. If there was room enough room at home, she would have kept Xiaoyao and the others at home.

"Okay, Xiaoyao and the servant have made the arrangements! Where Aunt Ma's family will live..." Ji Xiaobei was a little embarrassed.

She got up in the morning and walked around the house, trying to rebuild Decai's shack outside the door for the Ma family to live in.

It is not authentic to let the Ma family live in the donkey shed.

At some point, Ji Lizheng was standing at the door.

"I have found a place for the Haixia family to live. There are two vacant rooms next to my house. I originally wanted to use it as a ancestral hall. Let's give them space first."

"Thank you, grandpa Li Zheng. After you finish class, Haixia, you and Shitou will go and clean up!" said Ji Xiaobei.

Shitou nodded in agreement. Finally, he didn't have to sleep in a shared room with his husband, whose snoring at night was so noisy that it was annoying.

"I'm going too!" Heita raised his hand and said. He had nothing to do at home and was bored.

"And me." Fu Jichang followed up.

"Okay, then I'll trouble you, Xiaoyao! Haixia, you go to class!" Ji Xiaobei said.

"Mother Haixia, I'll take you to see it!" Ji Lizheng said with a smile.

He also had his own ideas, and wanted to arrange the Ma family to live in the ancestral hall.

Tiedan and Tieqiu have also reached the age for enlightenment. The place is big, so why not tell Ji Xiaobei about it and let the two grandsons go over to sit in and learn a few words? Wouldn't it be better?

Aunt Ma and Ma Xiaoqi followed Ji Lizheng over.

Lin followed trotting behind with the house-cleaning tools in her hand, trying to settle the Ma family before noon so that they could cook for themselves.

Mrs. Ma was very happy and kept thanking Ji Lizheng all the way.

Fortunately, we don’t have to pay for this house. The rent for the master and servant is 600 coins per month!

As soon as she left, Shugen came to find Ji Xiaobei.

"Xiaobei, the trees and stones on the mountain have been mostly cleared away. All that's left is plowing the land and picking up the pebbles on the ground," said the tree root.

Plowing the land? Ji Xiaobei didn’t know how to plow the land, and she didn’t understand what the tree roots were saying.

"Uncle Shugen, what do you mean?" Ji Xiaobei asked.

"What I mean is that now that these men are plowing the land, we can ask some women to remove the small stones in the land. This way, we can clear them earlier. If it rains, it will be just right for planting rice seedlings."

The tree root explained patiently.

"Okay, let's do as Uncle Shugen said and find a woman to pick up stones for 10 cents a day!"

"Okay, you take care of this matter, I'm going to the wasteland!" said the tree root and left.

"Aunt Song, this matter has to be left to you. Go to the village and find some women, about ten people will be enough." Ji Xiaobei said.

"Bei, leave everything to your auntie. I guarantee you'll find them all in half an hour." Aunt Song patted her chest and turned to go out.

Fu Jichang sat on a stone bench with his arms folded, watching with interest as Ji Xiaobei arranged all the people in the yard.

This woman has a clear mind. She cultivates Chinese medicinal herbs, runs a tailoring workshop, hoards grain for resale, and even dares to hide knives...

interesting!

Ji Xiaobei felt someone was staring at his back and turned to look at Fu Jichang.

The man's face became unfamiliar again. He looked somewhat familiar when the bandits pinched his neck yesterday, but now the scent of agarwood was gone.

Forget it, forget it, never mind, maybe I have seen it eight hundred years ago.

"You're the only one with nothing to do, right? Go inside and listen to Teacher Haixia's lecture." As he said this, he stuffed him a few heads of garlic.

Fu Jichang: What does this mean?

"You don't have to write. Your hands are idle anyway, so peel the garlic for lunch."

Fu Jichang limped into the house.

In the room, Xiaoju was asked a question by Teacher Haixia and her face was red, she was at a loss.

"Sir, can I sit here and listen?" Fu Jichang asked politely, holding the garlic in his clothes.

Ma Haixia nodded seriously and asked him to sit down, and then asked Xiaoju to sit down.

Fu Jichang was leaning against the wall peeling garlic while listening to the lecture. It must be said that Mr. Haixia’s lecture was quite interesting…

When Fu Jichang woke up, he found that he was the only one left in the room, and the garlic in his arms was gone...