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

"Of course." Shitou understood and smiled as he asked the four of them to sit down. "We agreed to eat at home. How can we have two tables?"

Ma Jieyong smiled awkwardly and quickly sat down.

The people on both sides were not familiar with each other, but with Shitou, who was there to chat, the atmosphere at the dinner table was quite lively.

After dinner, Shang Wan showed He Sizhi the sketch of the new house drawn by Lu Chengjing.

"Master He, take a look, is it possible to build it according to the blueprint?"

He Sizhi put down the tea bowl, took the drawing and looked at it carefully.

After Shitou took the four people home, the master and his two apprentices took advantage of the sky before they even packed their luggage. They walked around the foundation of the old house, looked at the materials that had been rescued and could be reused, as well as the red bricks and lime that Shang Wan had brought back, and had a clear understanding of the general situation.

After looking at the blueprint, He Sizhi thought for a moment, pointed out several unreasonable places, raised his eyes and asked, "Can this blueprint be changed?"

"Of course you can." Shang Wan said, "As you wish."

After getting consent, He Sizhi took out a piece of something that looked like a charcoal pencil from his sleeve and covered it with a cover made of dark blue cloth so that his hands would not get dirty when using it.

Based on his experience, He Sizhi modified several eaves and joints of the house, added a flue to the kitchen, marked the location of the fire wall, the location of the doorway, and the setting of the compartments inside the house... Although the drawing was rough, after his changes, the places on the drawing that Lu Chengjing had glossed over instantly became clear.

Ordinary bricklayers don't have He Sizhi's skills, so there is a reason why they are paid so much.

Shang Wan glanced at Lu Chengjing. Lu Chengjing looked at the drawing and said slowly, "Master He, have you ever learned to paint before?"

"My family is poor, how can I have the spare money to learn those things?" He Sizhi put away the charcoal pencil and said with a smile, "I just figured these out randomly. Rich people like this kind of thing, so I just cater to their tastes."

Lu Chengjing inexplicably felt like he was hit by an arrow in the knee.

Shang Wan suppressed his laughter and discussed several house-building issues with He Sizhi. He didn't stop talking until he asked about mud. He said kindly, "I use the recipe passed down from my ancestors."

It means not to be passed on to others.

Shang Wan just asked out of curiosity, and seeing that He Sizhi was in trouble, he skipped the topic of mud and talked about other things.

As the night deepened, everyone washed up and went back to the shed to sleep.

The next day, the sky turned pale and roosters crowed, waking up the whole village.

Shang Wan yawned, rubbed his head on the shoulder of the person next to him, and muttered with a little disdain, "It hurts."

Lu Chengjing, who just woke up: "..."

My mood suddenly became bad.

Noticing the change in the breath of the people around him, Shang Wan raised his hand and randomly touched Lu Chengjing's face, and asked vaguely: "You drank so many medicines, has there been any changes in your body?"

Lu Chengjing ignored the hand that was groping his face, lowered his eyes to look at the person whose face was half buried in the quilt, and asked calmly, "What changed?"

Shang Wan glanced up at him and asked, "Should I ask you or should you ask me?"

"My legs don't hurt when I'm sitting or lying down," Lu Chengjing answered honestly, "but my right hand still has no feeling."

Shang Wan rested her head on his shoulder and nodded gently, "You can't rush to treat a broken tendon. You have to heal it slowly. Besides these changes, what else?"

Lu Chengjing said seriously: "I sleep better than before, and my memory seems to have improved."

His memory was good before, but not as good as it is now, when he has almost photographic memory.

A guess flashed through Shang Wan's mind, could it be that the spiritual spring water transformed this guy's brain?

She asked: "What else?"

Lu Chengjing frowned slightly, "It seems... my strength has also increased. Within a quarter of an hour after drinking the medicine, I can lift two round balls with one hand."

Thinking of his baby's chubby little body, a clear smile flashed in Shang Wan's eyes.

She asked, "What about a quarter of an hour later?"

Lu Chengjing said: "A round one."

Shang Wan: “…”

Yuanyuan, a new unit of measurement.

Perhaps she felt her parents were talking about her, and a sweet, soft voice came from her, "Dad! Mom! Open!"

The little paws banged on the door.

The door couldn't withstand her knocking like that, so Shang Wan quickly got up and carried the little guy in, put him on the bedding, and reached out to take the folded coat beside him and put it on.

Yuanyuan sat obediently, with her two little hands folded in front of her, and her big eyes followed Shang Wan's figure.

Shang Wan turned to look at her, "Wet the bed again?"

Yuanyuan:! ! !

She didn't say anything, and Aunt Xiaohuan didn't say anything either, so how did my mother know? !

Shang Wan bent down and pinched her little face, chuckling, "My dear, you have the words 'bedwetting' written all over your face."

Yuanyuan's eyes widened in surprise and she quickly raised her little hands to cover her chubby face.

Cover it up, cover it up, mother can’t see it!

Shang Wan was amused by her and laughed out loud. Even Lu Chengjing couldn't help laughing. He sat up and touched the little guy's head.

Yuanyuan puffed up her cheeks, and couldn't figure out in her little head how her mom and dad knew that she wet the bed.

Xiao Hui looked at Yuanyuan expressionlessly and asked, "Is this your reason for disturbing a wolf's sleep?"

Yuanyuan reached out to touch it, and was about to have another friendly exchange when the little body was suddenly picked up by someone.

"Wash your hands and have dinner." Xiaohuan carried him to the well to wash his hands. Liangliang happened to be washing as well. Yuanyuan immediately waved her short arms enthusiastically and greeted the little brother, "Duoduo!"

Liangliang was stunned. Is he calling him?

Xiaohuan explained while washing Yuanyuan's hands: "Yuanyuan is calling you brother."

Meeting Yuanyuan's big, bright eyes, Liangliang grabbed the towel for washing his face, nodded quickly, poured out the water in the basin, and left as if escaping.

Yuanyuan scratched her head in confusion. What’s wrong with her little brother?

After breakfast, Master He Sizhi and his apprentice took their tools and went to work without wasting a moment.

Shang Wan and Shitou brought out the pre-prepared herbs and placed them on the stone slabs to dry.

Drying is also a step in the preparation process.

Lu Chengjing practiced calligraphy with his left hand without fail. Even if his right hand would heal, he had nothing to do anyway, so practicing calligraphy would be a good way to kill time.

"Sister, let me go to the fields and take a look." Shitou picked up the hoe and prepared to turn over the land he had reclaimed.

The sun will definitely be good today, so it's a good time to turn over the soil underneath and dry it in the sun.

I heard from the villagers that if we expose the crops to more sunlight, they will be less likely to get sick when we grow vegetables and crops in the future.

Xiaohuan tidied up the mess in the kitchen, took the wooden basin to the river to wash clothes, and chatted with everyone at the same time.

She found that the laundry area by the river was a great place to hear gossip. She didn't even have to ask around, and by chatting, she knew everything that was going on in the village.

Shang Wan had a rare moment of free time, so he played with Yuanyuan and Liangliang for a while and then sat aside, petting the wolf while checking the spiritual fields in the space.

The Chinese cabbage is growing well. It looks like it will be ready to be picked and eaten in two days at most.

Shang Wan calculated in his mind that it would take about ten days from planting the cabbage to harvesting it. In other words, the flow of time in the spiritual field was at least three times faster than in the outside world.

This is much slower than Shang Wan expected.

The plan to get rich by relying on the spiritual fields seemed to be stillborn.