Crossing the farm gate, the whole family reunites in the disaster year

"This...silver melon seeds?!"

Lin packed two silver melon seeds for each person.

A few days ago, I was thinking about what gifts to give for the holidays, and I happened to see a silver shop in the city selling silver melon seeds. It was said that wealthy families in the city would buy them to make red envelopes for their children.

One liang is exactly ten melon seeds, so Lin bought some immediately.

Two melon seeds converted into copper coins are almost a day's wages, and as an employee holiday gift it is neither shabby nor bad looking.

When the aunts saw the silver melon seeds, they were really rare. Some of them even happily touched them to their earlobes.

"These melon seeds are so exquisitely made, I am really impressed."

"I don't know what to say, Jingwen Niang, from now on, as long as you need me, I will always follow you."

Aunt Wang said cheerfully, "We'll talk about the future later. Jingwen Niang is good to us, so we should work hard for her. Although we don't have the brains to make a lot of money, we have Jingwen Niang. As long as we don't slack off, we can still have enough food and warm clothes."

The aunts seemed to be energized and just wanted to roll up their sleeves and get back to work.

Someone gestured with silver melon seeds and said, "Not only can we have enough food and clothes, but we can also wear gold and silver."

Laughter echoed over the workshop.

"We are mutually accomplished. It's your hard work that gives me the confidence to go out and take on business, allowing us all to earn more and live a good life." Lin said, bringing today's holiday gifts to a close. "It's getting late, everyone should go home and celebrate the holiday."

Although the aunts had left the workshop, their enthusiasm was still there and they were not in a hurry to go home. They would pull anyone they met to see the workshop's festival gifts. Before it got dark, the whole village knew that Jingwen Niang had given mooncakes and silver melon seeds to the helpers.

There is some hatred towards the rich. The more closed the environment is, the better off a family is, the more they will be hated.

But Jingwen Niang was just the opposite. Not only did no one hate the rich, but the villagers even prayed to the gods to help Jingwen Niang expand her business and hire more people to work.

The next day is Mid-Autumn Festival.

It was a rare day off, and out of respect for the holidays, Lin's mother and her two children slept until noon.

Xiaoliu got up early and went to the backyard to feed the chickens skillfully. He was so hungry that his mother and others still didn't get up. It was Old Lady Cui who called him over and heated up some wedding cakes left over from the day of the beam-raising ceremony.

After Lin and the others got up and had lunch, the family did not even take a nap. Instead, they loaded the ox cart with a lot of things and headed straight to the new house.

The courtyard wall of the new house has been built, and the newly painted red gate still smells of paint.

The two blue brick houses inside have been built. After two days of airing, the newly made tables and chairs have been moved in.

The adobe house at the back still needs finishing work, and it will be completed in three or four days after the holiday.

The houses of Mrs. Cui and Erlang are almost completed.

Moving is a big deal, and we've already asked the village head to take a look. September 6th is a good day, and the three families will move in together on that day.

But last night the whole family sat down to discuss and unanimously decided to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival in the new house.

The ox cart was loaded with pots, pans, dishes, and the most important large round table. Silang and his men moved them into the yard, and Lin called the two elders of the Cui family into the house.

As soon as she entered the house, Lin quickly opened the window to dispel the tung oil smell that had been lingering all night.

Old Mrs. Cui liked this smell from the bottom of her heart. She sat on the wooden chair, touched the smooth armrests, and smelled it again and again intoxicatedly. Only new houses and new furniture have this smell.

"I remember the headman's house had two square chairs like this. It's great! I didn't expect we could use them at home too."

The villagers are used to using low tables and low benches. It’s not that they can’t afford a proper set of tables and chairs, but the house is small, and when the low table is not in use, it can be leaned against the wall and does not take up much space.

A low stool is even more practical. You can just drag it along when picking vegetables or doing work. It is light and convenient.

But that didn't stop Old Mrs. Cui from liking this big square chair.

Old man Cui looked down, stepped carefully onto the footboard, leaned back, and held the backrest of the chair with both hands, feeling very comfortable: "You don't understand, this chair is called an official hat chair, only officials can use it."