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After the meal, there was another lively chat.

After eating and drinking, it was getting dark, but no one wanted to sleep.

After clearing the table, Jing Yongcheng asked Jing Yongning to call Dalang, Erlang and Xiaobei over so that Jing Yongning could play the bamboo flute outside, still with the same two long and one short notes.

The old lady simply called her three daughters-in-law into the house, along with Nanny Wang. From now on, how to manage the household would naturally be left to them, the ones in charge.

Seeing that there was nothing for them to do, Sanlang and Silang called two guards and took the two little kids to the backyard to play.

Jing Chunxi and Jing Mingyue invited Tang Shuang and Chun Tao into their house to chat. They talked little about their experiences along the way, but mainly asked Chun Tao about things in the village.

It was agreed that Chuntao would take them to the pier and the market tomorrow to catch an early morning market.

Jing Chunxi knew that his family was about to plant 70 acres of land and he couldn't sit still! At night, Jing Mingyue was forced to go back to her bed by her soft and hard coaxing, just to make it easier for her to enter the space.

The potato vines and taro leaves in the space were all dried up, so they should have been harvested long ago. Without wasting any effort, Jing Chunxi turned over the soil underneath. Sure enough, the space yielded a bountiful harvest. Beneath each dried vine were fruits. One vine could yield 20 to 30 potatoes of varying sizes, and a large taro could yield a dozen or twenty—definitely a whole bunch!

The harvested potatoes were cut into several pieces according to their nodes and replanted in the large piece of land. The seeds that were originally planted in only a few ridges could be used to plant several acres of land.

The big taro can be used for cooking after being harvested, and the small taro are planted one by one, hoping that they can produce more seeds before spring.

The sweet potato vines had grown three feet long, still lush and green. So Jing Chunxi didn't dig up the roots. She believed that after the spring, if she used the sweet potato vines planted in the space as seeds, the sweet potatoes she would harvest would definitely be huge, definitely better than the local ones.

I think about how Captain Li looked so weird today when he talked about the exiled prisoners and said there were only about a hundred of them left. That means they were spending more than they earned and were starving to death!

After being cut, the three-foot-long sweet potato vine can be divided into ten sections, which can then be planted on more than ten acres of land.

Originally, Jing Chunxi thought it would be easier to plant in sections half a foot long, but then he thought about the fact that he would be going back in early February and spring plowing would begin at that time. If there were too few seeds, they would definitely not be enough to plant. He just wanted to divide it into a few more sections so that he could plant a few more acres. At most, he could go into the space a few more times at night and use more well water to water it so that it would grow bigger and grow faster.

It’s not that they are worried that their family’s 70 acres of land is not enough for farming, but they take into account that the whole family is kind-hearted and will definitely find a way to take care of other members of the Jing family.

Springtime shopping is inevitable, and whether you buy more or less, you'll always have to find a source. It's better to stock up in advance, and when the other rooms need them, just pay according to the market price.

It seems that the remaining clansmen can live in harmony and respect the General's branch. They will discuss everything with their grandfather and third uncle. The family is so large that they can unite in different places and are not easily bullied or excluded. Even if there is a fight, more people will roll up their sleeves. Jing Chunxi thinks it's good.

After a series of operations, Jing Mingyue in the bed next to him started snoring softly.

The night in the south was very quiet, and Jing Chunxi fell asleep unknowingly.

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When northerners build houses, as long as there is no homestead, most of them like to build them together, one family next to another, and except for necessary passages, they surround the houses tightly. Many families even connect the walls of their houses together and build them side by side, just for the sake of liveliness and safety.

In Yamen Village, apart from the fact that the main halls of most houses are generally facing north and south, everything else is not particular at all. Everyone builds according to their own ideas. There is no unified layout, and the land plots are not square. There is no order at all.

If the land is large, a small courtyard will be built. Some courtyards are in front, some are in the back, and some are on the side of the house. If the land is small, several houses will be built side by side, with nothing in front of or behind the houses.

Perhaps due to the frequent rainfall in the south, every household has a drainage ditch dug in front of and behind their house, which facilitates drainage but is unsightly. Each house is usually separated by an alley or a small road, or even surrounded by open space.

Therefore, unless someone is eavesdropping, the privacy between neighbors is still somewhat protected. If a couple quarrels in the house or kisses or makes love during the day, the whole village will know about it.

This is the situation of their house now. Except for a house on the roadside three meters away diagonally opposite the main gate, there are no neighbors on the left, right or behind. The nearest houses are also about seven or eight meters away.

People in the village especially like to plant bamboo and banana trees in front of and behind their houses. These plants grow in large clumps, and a few clumps can basically block the view of each house.

In a small fishing village like this, unless the exiled prisoners have just arrived in the village, no one will stare at your house. Even children who like to watch will probably not have the time to peek after they have lived there for a while.

The sea seemed very close, but it was almost two miles from home to the pier, and it was quite tiring.

By the time the girls reached the dock, it was barely dawn. Business had already begun to wind down, and villagers could be seen everywhere carrying empty baskets on their shoulders, returning home. The seafood dock must still be quite bustling at midnight.

The closer you get to the dock, the stronger the salty and fishy smell of salted fish and sea water becomes, and it's really hard to get used to the smell.

As I walked along, I saw salted fish, dried shrimp, squid, and oysters drying in the yards of every household. There were piles of empty shells in front of and behind the houses that had not been cleaned up yet. Many elderly people had already started to organize and repair fishing nets at their doorsteps.

The courtyard walls of many fishermen's homes are made of mud brick walls made of empty shells mixed with mud and sand mortar. It is a unique style of small Tanka fishing villages and is also very sturdy.

At this time, the wind was still from the southeast, and the sticky sea breeze blew on my face, making me feel very uncomfortable. Standing at the dock and looking out, I saw many old small fishing boats docked in the shallow sea around. Most of them were tattered and swaying in the wind, and there were fishermen sleeping on the boats.

There were few customers at the pier, but there were still a few scattered vendors holding on. Most of the seafood on the boat was dead, and the valuable ones were picked up by the restaurant. The remaining small fish and shrimp were sold in piles at very low prices, but they just looked at them and lost interest.

Chuntao said: "At this time, the remaining products are generally unsaleable. Most of them are taken back to dry salted fish or fed to chickens and ducks.

But in the afternoon, a few fishing boats will come back. If you want to buy something for your family, you can come back then. However, there is less stock in the afternoon, so it will be more expensive than in the early morning."

They hadn't come out to buy seafood, so they had no regrets. They walked around the pier, then walked a little further on the soft sand, watching the sea and sky merge. By the time they returned to the pier, it was already bright daylight, and the small market beside the pier had begun.