The space boss's daily life of raising cubs, loving husbands and farming

Chen Guifang was unhappy. Her daughter Erya was lying on the kang without her father-in-law and mother-in-law showing any concern. When Tiedan was missing, they dragged him around the village to look for him. If Tiedan hadn't pushed Erya out to block the stone, how could her daughter Erya have suffered this?

But no matter how unhappy she was in her heart, she didn't dare to say it out loud. She responded sullenly. She wanted to say a few words to her man, but Lin Jianshui had already followed her back happily.

Chen Guifang suddenly became even more depressed. After lazily calling "Tiedan" twice, the thought suddenly popped into her mind that it would be better if Tiedan didn't come back.

If Tiedan is gone, Erya will be the only child in the family. She will always get some attention, right?

My sister-in-law was injured when she gave birth to Tiedan, and she doesn't know if she can have children in the future. If Tiedan is gone, and she gives birth to a boy, wouldn't that be...

Chen Guifang was startled by the sudden thought and looked around like a thief. When she saw that no one was paying attention to her, she breathed a sigh of relief.

She shook her head vigorously, thinking that she couldn't think like that. Tiedan had grown up under her care, so how could she wish for Tiedan to be gone?

But some ideas take root in the heart like seeds as soon as they are born. Once they find an opportunity, they will break through the ground and gradually grow into towering trees.

Lin Jianshan closed the door of his house and the whole family gathered in the main room.

Lin Jianshui was not a patient person and urged, "Dad, just say whatever you want to say."

Village Chief Lin's arm was really painful. He looked at Lin Jianshan listlessly, "Boss, you tell me."

Lin Jianshan licked the dead skin on his lips, and under the gaze of several people, he told them in a deep voice about the buried silver and frame-up.

The three people who didn't know the truth were very surprised. Liu frowned and said dissatisfiedly, "Boss, how can you give so much money to a child?"

Lin Jianshan glanced at Village Chief Lin. At first, he disagreed with letting Tiedan bury the silver. He wanted to let the second son or Zhou go, but he couldn't persuade his father, so he had to let Tiedan do it.

Village Chief Lin thought that Lin Jianshui was stupid and might accidentally blurt out the truth. As for Zhou, in his eyes, women were only there to cook, give birth and work, and could not accomplish anything big. It would be better to leave it to Lin Jianshui than to Zhou.

Furthermore, Village Chief Lin felt that Tiedan was young, and no matter how powerful Shang Wan was, he wouldn’t be on guard against a child, right?

"It was my idea." Village Chief Lin glanced at Liu, and Liu had to swallow her words of criticism and asked worriedly, "Where did that child go with so much money?"

Lin Jianshan said: "The red cloth has been dug out. Tiedan's disappearance must be related to Lu Xiucai's family!"

"Then what are you waiting for?" Liu stood up and rolled up her sleeves, "Let's go find them!"

Zhou also stood up. She had to make that Shang man hand over her son!

"Mom, sister-in-law, don't rush to get beaten." Lin Jianshui stood up and stopped the two of them. He looked at Village Chief Lin in confusion, "Dad, why does our family have to pick a fight with Mr. Lu's family? Where did that jade pendant come from?"

"Don't ask questions that you shouldn't ask." Village Chief Lin knocked on the table. "Tiedan should be in the hands of Shang. I have a way to force her to hand him over."

……

After lunch, Shang Wan broke off a branch and squatted on the ground to draw a sketch of the wooden shed.

The wooden shed is mainly used for sleeping, so it doesn’t need to be complicated to build, as long as there is enough space.

She scribbled and revised, taking notes as she drew, clearly marking the approximate materials and quantities.

Yuanyuan saw this and followed suit, lying on the edge of the straw mat, holding a stone in her little hands and drawing on the mud. She seemed to be even more serious than Shang Wan.

Lu Chengjing held the medicine bowl and drank from it while observing the two people, one big and one small, who were drawing seriously. Looking at the similar expressions on the two faces, he inexplicably felt that the bitterness of the medicine in the bowl had faded a bit.

As Shang Wan instructed, Shitou went to Zhang's house to borrow a saw and a plane. Worried that the tools might not be enough, he worked hard to sharpen the only two axes he had.

"Done!" Shang Wan threw away the branch and brushed off the mud on the corner of her skirt.

Xiaohuan brought the water over and stretched her neck to look, only to see a mess on the ground. She had no idea what was being drawn on it.

"Sister, is this the shed we're going to live in?"

Shang Wan drank half a bowl of water and asked, "Isn't it obvious?"

Xiao Huan looked at the complicated painting on the ground and then at Shang Wan. After a moment of hesitation, she said tactfully, "Sister, why don't we go ask Uncle Zhang for advice?"

She really didn't want to be buried by the collapsed shed in the middle of her sleep.

"That's their ability to make a living. Wouldn't it be embarrassing to come to their door?" Shang Wan waved his hand. "It's just a simple wooden shed. I can build it in minutes."

Stone brought the axe, saw and plane together.

Shang Wan began to divide the work, "I'll be responsible for sawing the wood, you use the plane to smooth out the uneven parts of the stone, and Xiaohuan will take care of Yuanyuan and your brother-in-law."

Shitou and Xiaohuan had no objection, but Lu Chengjing did. He wanted to see the sketch drawn by Shang Wan.

Shang Wan brought the person over and placed him on the straw mat. He pointed to the picture on the ground and gave a brief explanation. Xiaohuan and Shitou pricked up their ears to listen.

Yuanyuan threw the stone in her hand and crawled over to join in the fun. Her little head followed Shang Wan's explanation bit by bit, as if she understood everything.

The more Lu Chengjing listened, the more he felt that the wooden shed and the prison cells designed by Shang Wan were similar in nature, and they were all single rooms.

Shang Wan saw that he looked different, so he said bluntly, "If you have any opinions, you can raise them."

Lu Chengjing asked tentatively: "You... designed it according to the prison cell?"

"I took a little reference." Shang Wan said truthfully, "It's temporary, simple and habitable."

Lu Chengjing pointed to the places where the various parts of the painting were connected, "How do you plan to connect them?"

Shang Wan didn't mention this part in the previous explanation, and the painting only showed simple lines, which made him a little concerned.

"Of course, use nails..." Shang Wan paused and suddenly realized that she had no nails, no screws, and no usual connection tools.

Lu Chengjing automatically understood that Shang Wan was planning to make bamboo nails himself, and said slowly: "Bamboo nails are generally used on furniture. Small objects in the shed can be fixed with bamboo nails, but the place where the roof and the column meet cannot be fixed, and it is easy to collapse."

Shangwan: What are bamboo nails?

She looked at Lu Chengjing with a slightly surprised look, "You also know about architecture?"

Lu Chengjing understood that architecture should mean building a house, and nodded, "I've read about it in a book, so I know a thing or two."

Shang Wan knew that most people in this world, especially the literati, were relatively humble, so what Lu Chengjing called "knowing a thing or two" should translate into knowing a lot.

She was in no hurry to start working. She asked Shitou and Xiaohuan to sit on the straw mat together and asked Lu Chengjing humbly, "Does the book teach how to fix it?"

"Yes." Lu Chengjing slowly told the contents of the book while recalling.

He had been in poor health since childhood and rarely went out. His only pleasure during his bedridden days was reading.

He read a wide variety of books, including the classics and history books required by the county school, as well as many miscellaneous books. He read whatever was available, regardless of the genre, and over time, he had some understanding of all kinds of things.

The three adults and one child were listening attentively in Mr. Lu's small class, but someone came and spoiled the mood.

The Lin family came to ask for the child.