The female general of the last days returned to ancient times to raise a young prostitute

The flush toilet, washbasin, and vegetable sink made by Mo Rao were all a pleasant surprise to the whole family.

They had never seen anything this novel. The key was that it was incredibly easy to use and incredibly convenient.

To draw water from the well, one simply pumped it up and poured it into a nearby wooden bucket. The water in the bucket then flowed along the bamboo joints all the way to the large vat in the kitchen. It really saved time and effort.

Boil hot water. Adjust the temperature. Pour it directly into the wooden tub in the kitchen. The warm water in the tub flows through the bamboo tube to the bathroom. In the bathroom, simply pull the wooden plug and the warm water in the bamboo tube will flow out. This makes bathing and washing very convenient.

The whole design seems very simple, but no one has ever thought of it.

After the house was completed, I simply cleaned it up and moved in.

The doors and windows were all made by Mo Qingshan himself out of wood. The two-story mansion of the Mo family had no decoration at all.

In the eyes of the villagers, they don't know what decoration is. They just think that the house should be like this after it is built. They can move in directly.

In the eyes of Mrs. Mo and the others, it seemed nothing special. It was normal. They had never seen any decoration before, so naturally there was no question of liking or disliking it.

But in Mo Rao's eyes, it just didn't look good. The house had the grandeur, but it lacked style. Just bear with it! Who told me I had no money now?

But the good thing is that we don't have to sleep together anymore. I can finally sleep alone in my own room.

In the rice fields, people have begun to harvest rice one after another.

Zhang Lin arrived at the Mo family's house and knocked on the door.

When Zhang Lanlan saw her brother coming over, she asked directly: Has the harvest started in the fields?

Well, sister, many families in the village have already started harvesting their rice fields. I check the rice in the fields every day. The rice in the fields is now ready for harvest.

Uncle, aunt, I came here just to ask. It's time to harvest now. As soon as the Mo family heard the rice was ripe, they naturally had to hurry up and harvest.

The Mo family pulled their ox carts to Zhangjia Village that day, where many families had already begun harvesting rice in the fields.

The people of Zhangjia Village saw the Mo family harvesting in the fields of landlord Zhang.

They were also shocked. Some gossipy women began to murmur. What's going on? Why did this landlord hire people from Mojia Village to come and work?

What do you know? This guy wasn't hired by Landlord Zhang. It's said that when Landlord Zhang left home for Beijing, he sold his land.

Is this true? If they weren't hired by Landlord Zhang, then whose family bought the land? Why would they hire the Mo family to work?

Who knows?

Lanlan's husband's family must be extremely poor, otherwise all the family members, young and old, wouldn't come here to work.

Look at how grand their wedding was before, most likely they borrowed money from others. Now, shouldn't the family be working hard to make money and pay off their debts? The one who's making these sour remarks is Zhang Wanniang.

That's not right! Wan'er's mother, I heard that Zhang Lanlan's husband's family built a large house with two entrances. That house is so magnificent.

"Heizi's mother, who told you that? How could I not know what the Mo family's background is like? You must have heard it wrong," Zhang Wanniang said.

No way! My niece married into Mojia Village. This is true.

How can this be?

Really, Zhang Wanniang's face looked a little ugly. She had begun to believe what Heizi Niang said.

Seriously. Do I sound like someone who's talking nonsense?

There was also this landlord whose land was sold, but the owner did not come. Usually, the boy from the Zhang family would often go to the fields to check on them.

During the autumn harvest, the landlord didn't come, only the Mo family came to work on the harvest. Is there any need to explain this? Speaking of which, this woman revealed the truth.

Several chattering women said in disbelief: "No way! If the land belongs to the Mo family, how could the Mo family get so much money to buy it?"

The most surprised person was Zhang Wanniang. She knew the price of the land very well. The Zhang family's land was sold in batches, not divided. If the Mo family could buy so much land at once, how much money would it cost?

Oh my God! How could this be possible? She refused to believe it no matter what she said. If this was true, her daughter would have missed out on such a wealthy family.

Zhang Wanniang said in disbelief: "That's impossible! Where did the Mo family get so much money to buy land? This is not a small amount of money."

Don't disbelieve me when I say you're not smart. Have you forgotten what Mr. Mo used to do?

One of the women asked in confusion: But Mr. Mo doesn’t dislike the eldest wife’s family, he even wants them to leave the house.

You don't understand this! When did Zhang Lanlan's husband's family build a house and buy land?

"It seems to be after the family split up!" a woman answered first.

Isn't that right? This old man Mo said to the public that he wanted to make the eldest brother's family leave the house. But then the eldest brother's family got money. That must have been given by Old Man Mo privately.

After all, they were his sons and grandsons. How could he just ignore them?

It's just a show for the second wife to see.

The woman's explanation of her regret was very clear and logical, and everyone believed her.

The one who regretted it the most was Zhang Wanniang. If that were true, she would have given away her good son-in-law to someone else.

The Mo family, from young to old, all brought their equipment and went into the fields to harvest the rice. The Zhang siblings also came to help.

The harvest started at 5 o'clock in the morning and continued until or o'clock in the evening. They returned home only after dark.

If there wasn't a whole family walking on the road, it would still be a bit scary for one person to walk at night, but this does not include Mo Rao herself.

Mo Rao imitated his mother. He first cut a small handful of rice. Each small group was then divided into two strands. He twisted the two ends of the rice ears together, firmly tying the rice together. He then placed a long strip of rice on the ground. This would serve as a rope. He then added handfuls of harvested rice to the top. After collecting a bundle, he tied it up. He repeated the process over and over again.

Suddenly, I touched the blisters on my hands. It was like I was dying. The whole family worked so hard to harvest, but we couldn't even finish harvesting three acres of land in a whole day.

If all the land is harvested, people will be ruined.

If she hadn't experienced it herself, she really wouldn't have known how tiring the busy farming season could be.

No, she had to think of a way. If she were asked to assemble a harvester now, it would definitely be too late.

Time was tight. They could only make a simple harvester and get started. Mo Rao simply told her mother that she had something to do, then left.

The family thought Mo Rao couldn't bear the hardship and went home because she thought it was too tiring.

Mo Rao had done this a lot before. No matter if it was heavy work, tiring work, or dirty work, she would always find excuses to slip away.

Old Lady Mo sighed and said, "I don't know who this girl takes after. She has all the energy but does nothing. How will she get married in the future?"

Although others didn't say that you thought so.

Everyone was worried about Mo Rao's future, but only Mo Qingshan and his father were more open-minded. If no one wanted her, they could just work hard to earn money and support her themselves.

Mo Rao had already arrived in town. She first went to the blacksmith shop and asked the blacksmith to make a long sickle according to her requirements.

This sickle is longer than ordinary sickles. The master kindly reminded her, "Girl, your sickle is so long. It will be inconvenient to use. Maybe you remembered the wrong size? I have a ready-made sickle here. You can buy it and use it."

No. Just make it as I tell you. How much silver does it cost to make a sickle like this?

The master replied: If it is custom made, one like this would cost three hundred coins. It can be made in about three days.

But if you buy ready-made ones, it's cheaper. Only 200 coins per handful.

When can I get it ready sooner? I can add more money. The sooner the better.

Girl, if you need it urgently, I can help you work overnight. You can pick it up tomorrow. But the price will be doubled.

After all, we have to stay up all night, said the master.

Six hundred wen, right? Sure, this is a 100 wen deposit. I'll give you the rest tomorrow when I pick it up. Is that okay with you?

Okay, girl, you are straightforward. Come and pick up the goods tomorrow.

After Mo Rao agreed with the blacksmith, she left the blacksmith shop directly.

After returning home, Mo Rao picked up an axe and headed for the bamboo forest on the mountain.

She selected some bamboos of moderate thickness.

After cutting down the bamboo, Mo Rao dragged it back home.

After working hard at home for an entire afternoon, I finally finished making the sickle bracket.

Mo Rao looked at the result in his hand and was very satisfied. A semicircular bracket was installed on the handle of the knife.

The length of the handle was also increased from 1 centimeters to meters.

The Mo family also returned home in the evening after a tiring day.

Mo's father and his son, Mo Qingshan, had built a simple thatched hut in the fields. At this point, most families in the rice fields, which hadn't been harvested yet, would be tending to the rice.

There were no cameras back then. Some ruthless people would steal people's rice in the dark.

In the evening, I made simple white rice porridge, and the whole family ate it with a small dish of pickles.

As for Mo's father, the Zhang siblings brought them dinner, so the family wasn't too worried. The next morning, Mo Rao rode an ox cart to town.

The family saw Mo Rao roaming around. They didn't know what she was busy with. They could only choose to turn a blind eye.

How many siblings are there in the Mo family? They're used to it. The elder sister doesn't do anything. Back in the old house, the original owner would find all sorts of excuses to avoid doing hard labor. So everyone's used to it.