Men, listen, grab the top of the mountain and stand in the center position

Her daughter's reaction was completely beyond Madam Ji's expectations. She didn't say a word to enlighten, comfort or coax her. She just whispered something close to her ear, as if she wanted to say something from her heart. Madam Ji probably guessed it in her heart. Oh, this time she really had predicted things right. The smile on her face remained unchanged. Her daughter has grown up!

Finally, someone whispered, "Mom, please give Shushu a brother or sister as soon as possible!"

Madam Ji was so angry that her face turned red. Her breath got stuck in her throat. "Cough, cough, cough," she bent over and coughed non-stop. "Okay, you... are making fun of me...!"

After stopping her cough, Ji's mother looked at her daughter, who was still clinging to her shoulders with a smirk on her face, and spanked her several times. "Daughter, you made me so angry the day before yesterday that I was jumping up and down. Now it's your turn, isn't it?!"

Wangshu shook her head. She wasn't joking. "Mother, you and father are only thirty-five years old. You're both in good health, so having children shouldn't be a big deal!"

Her mother's menstrual cycle was perfectly regular, she was skilled in crafts and didn't need to do heavy work. She had a healthy sleep schedule and was in good health. She now had a rosy complexion and a graceful figure. Her family had no worries about food and clothing, and both she and her father were showing a tendency to gain weight. On the other hand, her original self had a weaker foundation. She was bedridden during menstrual periods, and when she got angry, she was also bedridden. Her development had been so disrupted for over six months now that she felt she might die first, leaving her parents in a precarious position.

The pain of losing a daughter is so deep that it would be much more comforting to have a child to take care of her.

"Nannan, you're so bold!" Madam Ji patted her chest, calmed her breathing, and hugged her, saying that she hadn't kept the child when she was young and it had damaged her foundation. She would only have one child in this life. "Why did you suddenly have this idea? Do you feel lonely and want a sibling?"

No, she has always been a quiet girl since she was young and doesn't like to get along with others. Except for her parents, she covers her ears and refuses to listen if others talk too much because she thinks it's too noisy.

"Hmph!" What's the point of being lonely? It would be best if she were alone, with no worries about food and drink, and could stay alone quietly without being disturbed by anyone, with all the love from her parents.

Wangshu was disdainful.

"Damn it, don't act like that with your nose in the air and your eyes bulging. What's wrong? Are you worried?"

"You and Daddy should have another brother or sister that Daddy will be happy with! Anyway, this is my daughter's temper!"

Ji's mother was at a loss for words. This little rascal! Her father had almost taken out his heart, liver, spleen, and lungs and offered them to her, but her daughter's kick broke half of his heart. He sighed angrily and tossed and turned at night. Now, her daughter was vomiting.

She silently shed bitter tears for her husband.

She took out a pair of pearl hairpins she had bought on the road and replaced the original peach wood hairpins. After looking at them for a moment, she added a pair of peach pink silk flowers between the double ring buns, which was like the finishing touch, making her look more charming.

A light blue, thin, double-breasted, long jacket with a trailing hem, a matching bustier and a fully pleated waist-length skirt, all in a solid color with no embroidery. "Look, a blacksmith's house has no good shovel, a carpenter's house has no good stool. An embroiderer embroiders exquisitely for hundreds of families, but her own family wears plain clothes, without even a single auspicious cloud!"

"Mother, I will be your daughter's exclusive embroiderer from now on. You must make more beautiful clothes for me. Embroidery patterns include honeysuckle, ruyi, auspicious clouds, and plum, orchid, bamboo, and chrysanthemum. Sew the remaining fabrics together and make two sets for Dad."

Madam Ji was delighted to hear this. Her daughter was trying her best to comfort her, so she could just let her embarrass her husband. Haha.

During the Daliang Dynasty, one foot was roughly equivalent to 23 centimeters, and ten feet was equivalent to a zhang. A husband was a husband, and a zhang-tall man was a man of ten feet. This deviation was quite large. The standard of the foot has been getting longer and longer, from 17 centimeters to the current 23 centimeters. Men's height can no longer keep up!

"Qin Xiuyuan, you are an eight-foot tall man. Dad, you are a foot shorter than him." Wangshu put away the measuring tape, looked at his father who dared not say anything after hearing what he said, and handed the simple drawing with a quill pen to Qin Xiuyuan on the right.

Wangshu pointed to a diagonal line in the middle of a rough, simple line drawing drawn to a fixed scale. "I plan to build a wall with a connecting door here in the yard, enclosing half of the yard, the west wing, and the back house, with a small door for entry and exit. On this side of the wall, you can enter and exit through the main door, so that no one disturbs the other. The vacant room next to Ju Zaojun will be turned into a special room for braising meat, with a special stove and a special large pot. You can still use Ju Zaojun for now, but it will be a bit troublesome, as you have to go through this connecting door that is always closed. It's best to put Ah Zong here next to the east wing."

The seven-foot-tall man walked over, tugged at his daughter's clothes, and whispered to her, "This will block the feng shui and good fortune. The east wing will be our son's residence from now on, so why should we place the horse on one side?"

Qin Xiuyuan looked at the detailed sketch, the strokes were shoddy, a good memory is not as good as a bad pen. She obviously had little practice in calligraphy, and she only remembered the general outline when she put pen to paper. The surprising thing was that he could understand it... Moreover, this thumbnail was consistent with the general layout of the courtyard. He had to admit that some people were really talented. He dipped a goose feather in ink, took a thick string, stretched the string a few times, discussed the layout of the kitchen with the little girl, did some strange calculations with a branch on the ground, and roughly drew the lines. But in just two quarters of an hour, he was able to draw this sketch with confidence. It was neat and simple.

What kind of luck?! ! "Killing people and setting fires brings a golden belt, while building bridges and paving roads leaves no corpses. Daddy, don't be so rigid! You're so particular, but I'm your only worthless daughter. He's talking about luck, but he's the only one now! So try a different approach. Maybe good things will come to you in the future, and your daughter will be rich enough to buy you a three-story house!"

Wangshu stretched his father's ears straight, stood on tiptoe and whispered a lot of things in his father's ear.

Rescuing Erduo, who had nearly run away from home, "A useless daughter?" "She's such a good girl!" Unable to save her, Ji's father leaned back on the couch, "Then Daddy will wait." Before that, he promised not to be mad to death.

Qin Xiuyuan, who had excellent hearing, said: "... 'Also,' you mean when you make a fortune, buy him a three-story house first? Or... a new house? ...Well, that makes sense. If I keep following the rules, I'll just be dead. It's better to break free and do whatever I want."

"Daddy, this pancake is a drawing of my daughter. Can you eat it too?" Wangshu, who was drawing the pancake, added fuel to the fire. "This is even better than quenching thirst by looking at plums."

…Qin Xiuyuan: …Oh, the pancake I drew for him filled me up for a moment.

Ji's father's eyes were dull and he felt like he had no desire to live.

"Yes." Qin Xiuyuan made the final decision.

Next, Tang Bo found three bricklayers to set the mold and lay bricks. The yard was filled with smoke and dust, and the ground was covered with mud. Wangshu covered his mouth with a handkerchief and stared at the construction site. He asked Ji Shou to push the young bamboo bought on the road and start transplanting it along the side of the east wing.

On the first day, the three bricklayers objected to the presence of women at the wall foundation laying site, saying that women were unclean and would hinder the smooth construction of the wall.

Wangshu said nothing else. "You don't worry about the uncleanness of your clothes and food. You are well fed and well dressed, but you are here to despise me and my wife? I paid you to work for me, so just do it for me. If you are so taboo, we will pay you half a day's wages and hire someone else."

The three of them were hesitant. There had never been a woman involved in building a wall or a house. What was wrong with this family? Was there no man?

Tang Bo followed him into the study. His husband was there, buried in his studies, ignoring him. The lady beside him said, "If you want to do it, do it. If you don't want to do it, forget it. Get a new bricklayer with a clean brain."

She hadn't come here early in the morning to be bullied. She pointed outside the door and shouted, "Women are unclean, and those filthy, smelly, blind men are shameless! If I hear that again, tell them to get out!"

Tang Bo's shoulders shrank, as if he were one of "those dirty, smelly, blind men." He was about to bite the bullet and say something, but those who were studying hard gave up their efforts and said, "Arrange it."

He advised: "People who are uneducated follow the crowd and are blind in their eyes and hearts."

"...Humph, who doesn't get talked about behind their back? You slandered me to my face for no reason. Are you still a human being? You're not even as good as Wangcai's fingernail!"

Even dogs don't look down on women, so those men are so conceited! Feeling that she was about to explode with anger, she half-reclined and rocked the rocking chair that had appeared in the study, then stood up and retorted angrily.

"I'll feel uncomfortable later." Seeing that she was pouting with anger again, Qin Xiuyuan poured her a glass of honey water and said, "Boss Ji, you can change people anytime."

There was a gentleman, as beautiful as jade, as sharp as a knife, as polished as a stone, who whispered to her. The handsome man was concerned and calm.

Boss Ji, hehe! She learned from those businessmen, "I know!" She put her mouth close to drink, and Qin Xiuyuan had no choice but to lower his head to feed her.

Never mind, it’s a good thing that the little girl wants to be close to me.

Three bricklayers stayed to continue working. There were too many people and too little work, so it was hard to find work. Except for a young woman who occasionally gave them advice, the pay for this job was not bad. The man had only one requirement: dress neatly, speak cleanly, and work hard.

No shirt-baring, no dirty talk, no nonsense, just work hard.

So over the next few days, the three of them kept their mouths shut and worked together to build the wall. Wangshu walked along the wall, sprinkled water on the road, and cleaned it thoroughly. The bricks were square and staggered, and the wall was flat and not muddy.

She had good skills, so she told him about the work on the new kitchen. The three men looked at each other, and no one said anything about the kitchen god getting angry and the consequences being serious if a woman didn't build a stove.

Money makes the world go round. If the Kitchen God needs help, you should find the right person.

He brought the blueprints and led the men inside, explaining all the requirements in detail. Qin Xiuyuan listened as he finished his shift. "...the three stoves must be built to the correct dimensions. The vegetable and meat tables must be at the correct heights, one high and one low. The drainage in the pool must be unobstructed. The house must be ventilated by adding windows. The chimney must be absolutely smoke-proof..."