The young couple from the farm fights back

The next morning, Zhou Chunfeng, as the head of the family, led a group of villagers who were helping to build the foundation and house during the slack season to worship the God of Earth.

After Jiang Li treated Zhou Chunfeng with medicinal herbs for several days, his spleen deficiency symptoms improved a lot and he looked full of energy.

Jiang Li carried An Ge'er on his back and went to the mountainside early in the morning to pick a basket of wild vegetables. He then spent thirty cents to buy half a pound of fat pork and a few pieces of tofu at the east end of the village, and immediately cooked for the villagers who came to help.

The villagers who came to help build houses during the slack season only wanted two meals a day. Except for the better meal on the first day when they laid the foundation, they usually had a steamed bun and a bowl of wild vegetable soup.

The Zhou family's eldest son's elaborate meal on the groundbreaking day left a good impression on the villagers who came to help, and everyone worked even harder. Uncle Zhou Er and Dashuan arrived early to help, and the relationship between the two families was naturally close.

Zhou Chunfeng and the villagers dug in the foundation pit together. They were all sweating profusely, but they were full of energy as they talked and laughed. After all, there is strength in numbers, and the foundation was laid in just half a day.

During this period, Jiang Li took the children to the fields to work. In recent days, perhaps because the Zhou family was busy selling red characters, Zhou Laosan had no time to go to their fields to make things worse, so the work in the fields was not busy.

Jiang Li heard that Lin drove Zhou Laoer and his wife and Zhou Laosan to a village ten miles away every day to sell red paper. Several nearby villages were almost contracted out to the villagers of Shilitun who were doing wholesale during the slack season.

Jiang Li guessed that the Lin family would be keeping an eye on everything going on in the main house, but she hadn't expected them to get involved in such a low-profit business. Speaking of which, the heroine, Zhou Xingyue, hadn't been back to the village for quite a while, perhaps to avoid the villagers' slander against the Zhou family.

She calculated with her fingers that if Zhou Xingyue didn't return to the village during the first snow of this winter, she would miss the opportunity to meet the handsome guy who fell from the sky for the first time.

Oh my gosh~

Jiang Li was so absorbed in thought that she accidentally dug up two rice plants while weeding. She was so distressed that she quickly reburied them, not knowing if they would survive.

The Zhou family is unlucky for her, no, it’s unlucky for their eldest wife.

I can’t think about it. I can’t think about irrelevant people and things anymore.

Heng'er and Jing'er, who were sitting and playing by the edge of the field, saw their mother shaking her head and mumbling something. They blinked and realized it was their mother.

Zhou Chunfeng had originally planned to work on the farm while the house was being built, but when it came time to build the house, as the head of the family, he couldn't leave, so he just followed everyone else in building the walls.

Zhou Chunfeng couldn't help but joke to himself in his heart that by the time the house was built, he would have learned a skill.

At night, after coaxing the three children to sleep, Jiang Li went to the kitchen to boil water to wash her hair. When she returned to the room, she saw Zhou Chunfeng sitting at the small table writing red characters.

There are only a few sheets of red paper left at home. After this batch of goods is sold, the demand from the surrounding villages should be saturated.

"Aren't you tired? You haven't finished what you wrote yesterday."

Zhou Chunfeng raised his head, his eyes gentle with a hint of cunning, and smiled faintly: "I'm not tired, I'll finish it early so I don't have to put it aside."

After that, he watched her rub her wet hair with a cloth, and thought of something: "How about building a small bathroom in the corner of the yard of the new house?"

Jiang Li's eyes lit up: "I didn't think of it before, otherwise I would have showered in the house and made water all over the floor."

After all, it is muddy ground. No matter how smooth and flat the ground is, the soles of your shoes will always be muddy after walking around in the water.

"But I'm afraid the mud bricks we expected are not enough."

"Yeah." Zhou Chunfeng replied calmly, "If we can get a few dozen more in the next few days, there's still time."

The new house they built was a siheyuan, a rare local style. Most villagers' houses were courtyard houses with open patios. But Jiang Li wanted to build a siheyuan, as the courtyard had a large, sunny area and was convenient for drying things.

There are five houses in the north row, one on the east side and two on the west side. The two on the west side are the warehouse and the kitchen. The one on the east side is reserved for the uncle to come back to the village in the future so that he can have a place to stay in their house.

My uncle's old house in the village has been uninhabited for a long time. Every time he returns to the village, he either stays at the clan leader's house or the clan elder's house for a few days.

There are five houses in the row house. In addition to the main house and the main hall, each child will have a room when they grow up. If we want to build a bathroom now, we can only build another one next to the house on the east side. It doesn't need to be too big, but at least it has to have a door.

"I'm thinking about asking the village carpenter to help make cabinets and tables tomorrow. Benches and chairs and all that will need to be made new, which will be another expense."

Zhou Chunfeng nodded and said, "Okay, you can take care of it. There is not enough money at home. When I get better, I will find a way to make more money."

Jiang Li really didn't want to tease him. The eldest young master of the Zhou family had never done any housework, so he was forced to bow his head because of this book.

What else can he do?

"Just focus on building our house and doing the farm work. Making money in this world is not easy. I can go up the mountain occasionally to collect some herbs to support our family and raise a few children."

"I don't expect us to make a big splash here, but I do hope that our child will become successful and take us away from this poor place."

When Zhou Chunfeng heard this, the corners of his mouth curled up, but he didn't say anything.

He and Jiang Li were bound by their identities here. They were peasants and made a living by farming. It was not easy to change overnight.

The busy and fulfilling time flew by in the blink of an eye. Every day, more than a dozen idle farmhands came to help. Because Jiang Li provided everyone with good food, including two large steamed buns made of two jin of flour per person per meal, and plenty of salt for the wild vegetable soup, no one felt comfortable to take a break.

The day of raising the beams quietly arrived. On this day, Zhou Chunfeng once again led everyone to worship the Kitchen God, the God of Heaven, and the God of Earth. In just ten days, a decent house was completed, a progress that Jiang Li could not have imagined.

The old carpenter in the village delivers a set of ready-made cabinets or tables and chairs every day, allowing the villagers to earn some extra money during the slack season, which makes them very happy.

Finally, three days before the autumn harvest, the Zhou family's main house, which had been under construction for many days, chose an auspicious day and moved in smoothly.

According to village customs, on the day of moving into the new house, one must invite the villagers who are on good terms with the new family to have a meal, even if it is just a piece of steamed bun and a bowl of wild vegetable soup.

The only people that Dafang is close to in the village are Uncle Zhou Er and Aunt Hu's family, and the villagers who helped build the house recently.

Jiang Li was very generous. He bought a piece of pork belly and a few pieces of tofu, and spent some money to buy two large cabbages and pickled sauerkraut from the villager's vegetable garden. He also served them with fried meatballs made from wild vegetables and some sour and crispy white radishes that he had pickled earlier. He set up three tables in the yard and everyone had a lively meal together.

Unlike the bustling eldest wife's family, the Zhou family was in a state of distress. On the one hand, they envied the eldest wife for actually building a new house, and on the other hand, they were upset that the Lin family had lost dozens of taels of money from the red ink they sold a while ago.

As for the loss, besides writing ten characters, Zhou Laosan had to waste three or four sheets of unusable red paper. Moreover, Zhou Laosan's "Feng" characters were not very marketable, and the villagers in the neighboring villages who were willing to buy their red characters all kept the price down.

It should have been three cents per piece of large characters, but it was reduced to one cent per piece. Some people didn't want even a cent, and even complained that Zhou Laosan's handwriting was so sloppy that they couldn't put it up at home because it would affect their luck for the year.

For this reason, Zhou Laosan was beaten all over the yard by Lin with a stick for many days. In the words of the neighbors, it is no exaggeration to say that the Zhou family is in chaos now.