Farmhouse life after traveling back to ancient times

Qiu Yong lives in the Lu family's yard. He originally planned to buy the yard when he made money. However, Lu Fanghai thought that his family had moved here from other places and there was no ancestral home, so he sold it to them at a low price.

Just leave the land there for Mrs. He and her husband to continue farming, and let Qiu Yong take his share of the harvest to the county.

When it was late at night and everyone was asleep, Du Wenxiu and Lu Fanghai also discussed that after they earned some money, they would save up some dowry for Qiao'er first. No matter whether she got married or not, she must get it.

Save up another portion and when it’s enough, I’ll buy the yard I live in now so I don’t have to pay rent to others.

After spending on daily expenses, the extra money was saved to prepare for buying land. After all, farmers feel more confident if they have land in their hands.

Not to mention that Lu Fanghai is now a person who eats public food. Just talk about Du Wenxiu. He uses modern recipes to make pickles. Although the pickles are not much different from other pickles, the proportions and time are slightly changed, and the taste of the pickles is different.

Over time, she has attracted many old customers who recognize her signature dish "Lu's Pickles".

This can be considered as slowly taking root in the county.

Ever since he was kicked out by Du Wenxiu that day, Fan Chengyi came to the store every few days. Du Wenxiu was annoyed that he acted without rules and ignored him at first, but he didn't care.

From time to time, he would bring some firewood, buy a roast chicken, bring a pot of wine, and chat with Lu Fanghai.

He always came with a smile on his face, so Du Wenxiu couldn't kick him out.

Lu Fanghai actually got along well with him and sometimes they would drink until midnight. Du Wenxiu complained a few times, but Lu Fanghai just laughed it off.

On June 13th, Qiu Yong's wife An Yueniang came to see Du Wenxiu in Old Yang's ox cart and agreed to go to the temple fair together.

I heard that this temple fair is held every year, and it rains on this day every year. It should have been a temple fair originally held to pray for rain.

Du Wenxiu found it magical. Even if Yue Niang didn't allow Qiu Yong to invite her to go shopping, she would still bring Qiao'er to join in the fun.

They grabbed some silver and money, locked the shop, and went out arm in arm.

There was everything at the temple fair, people selling food, fruits, and hairbands and wooden hairpins. There was a group of people gathered over there, they were actually jugglers, and the three of them were having a great time shopping.

Du Wenxiu also kept saying that many people said it would definitely rain on the day of the temple fair, but now the sun was still shining brightly, which showed that this statement was not credible.

But by noon, the sun in the sky was covered by dark clouds, and rain fell in a few moments.

The three men did not believe it at first and did not even bring an umbrella. But when they saw the rain getting heavier, they squeezed under the eaves of a roadside shop to take shelter from the rain.

Qiao'er and Yue Niang laughed at her. If she hadn't insisted that it was okay, they would have definitely brought an umbrella with them.

Du Wenxiu was helpless. Who knew that praying for rain at this temple fair was so accurate?

The people around them comforted them, saying that the rain would only last two hours at most and then the sky would clear up. They didn't believe it at first, but unexpectedly, the rain really stopped around the afternoon.

Du Wenxiu exclaimed that it was truly magical.

The rain did have a significant impact on the flow of people at the temple fair.

The temple fair after the rain was a little quieter than it was at noon and not as lively as before. A few people strolled around and bought some fried fruits, preparing to go home and eat them.

But they saw a commotion ahead, and taking advantage of the fact that it was broad daylight and there were many people around, they excitedly squeezed over to watch the fun.

I squeezed in with great effort and saw a familiar figure standing in front of me.

"Brother!" Qiao'er's clear voice was mixed with a hint of surprise. The man in front of her with a frown and a serious face was none other than Lu Fanghai.

He was standing with his back to the wall, with a shivering figure huddled in the corner behind him, his hair a mess like a chicken coop, and his torn and dirty clothes barely covering his body.

The skin on her shoulders was exposed, and her face was black and white, so her appearance could not be seen clearly. However, just by looking at her white shoulders, one could tell that she was a woman.

Seeing them coming, Lu Fanghai walked over and quietly asked them why they were here. Du Wenxiu glared at him and said, "It's a temple fair today. I told you we would go out for a walk."

Lu Fanghai then remembered that he had informed him last night, but he had forgotten about it today as he had a lot to do.

Qiao Er stood on tiptoe, looking at the figure curled up in the corner, with a look of pity on her face. Yue Niang also asked, "What's going on?"

After Lu Fanghai said it, he realized that Wu Xiaoliu asked him to treat him to a meal, and they arranged to have it at the wonton stall over here.

While I was eating, I saw the woman in the corner stealing two buns from the bun stall next to me with her black hands. Just as I was about to shout, the woman was discovered by the stall owner.

The stall owner also had a bad temper. He took the carrying pole off the basket and hit the woman on the head, tearing her already tattered clothes. He threatened to beat the thief to death.

Lu Fanghai and Wu Xiaoliu could not stand it anymore. The two of them were still eating in their yamen servants' uniforms, and the stall owner was shouting and killing them, not taking them seriously.

One of them pulled away the beaten woman, while the other went to educate the stall owner. Du Wenxiu looked around and saw Wu Xiaoliu still scolding the stall owner.

The stall owner was tall and strong and looked like he had a bad temper. Now that Wu Xiaoliu was wearing that outfit and was half a head shorter than him, he was scolded so hard that he dared not say a word and just nodded in agreement.

Du Wenxiu walked over to the woman, squatted down and asked softly: "Did it hurt you? Are you okay?"

Qiao'er came over and saw that the woman was trembling and not responding. She thought she was frightened and poked her, which made her tremble again.

Du Wenxiu glared at her and told her not to be naughty. Qiao'er smiled and stuck out her tongue.

The woman slowly turned half of her face, and her big dark eyes secretly looked at Du Wenxiu, which surprised her.

The thin and weak appearance of this woman is somewhat similar to Magnolia.

"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you. If you have any trouble, just tell us and we will help you if we can."

Du Wenxiu was thinking of Yulan in her heart, and her tone became even gentler.

Perhaps it was her kindness that made the woman let down her guard a little. She raised her head slightly, revealing her pointed chin, and gently raised her hand and placed it in Du Wenxiu's open palm.

Du Wenxiu smiled slightly, put his arm around her shoulders and helped her up.

The stall owner over there just nodded in agreement at Wu Xiaoliu's scolding. He saw from the corner of his eye that Du Wenxiu was about to take the woman away, and his eyes suddenly widened and pointed at the few people.

"Fang Hai, pay for the buns."

Du Wenxiu nodded at Fang Hai, and then said to the stall owner righteously:

"Even if this young lady was extremely hungry and stole your buns, you shouldn't hit her like that. How can a grown man have the heart to do that?"

Many people in the crowd nearby also agreed, but the stall owner was speechless and couldn't utter a complete sentence.

After Lu Wenxiu and the others left, the stall owner complained to the vendor next to him:

"Do I feel bad for the two buns? She actually wanted to steal my purse. Luckily I found out quickly. If she had stolen it, these two months of hard work would have been in vain. If I hadn't beaten her up, she wouldn't have learned her lesson. Instead, I got a lesson. What kind of world is this..."

As a fellow vendor setting up stalls outside in the wind and sun, I understand his grievances.

However, Du Wenxiu, who had brought the woman home, had no idea that this was what happened that led to the woman being beaten.