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Although candles were lit in the classroom last night, Jing Chunxi didn't look at the children carefully because he was talking, so he didn't recognize many of them.

Today, Jing Chunxi got to know all of them, except those in his arms, sleeping in bed, and crawling on the floor.

She also gave each girl two silk flowers, which she had prepared before leaving. Last night in the classroom, I saw that everyone's clothes were brand new and neatly washed.

Some girls even wore hair flowers on their heads, but some of them were faded, obviously they had been worn for a long time, probably they were their own things before they came to Qingshan Villa; although some of the hair flowers were made of new cloth, the colors were not bright like the clothes they were wearing, which was not suitable for girls at all. They might be the children's own masterpieces after learning needlework.

Because there are too many children in the village, the clothes prepared for them every season are all solid colors suitable for the general public. There are only two colors of scholar's clothes, and the tuxedos are the most resistant to dirt. Each person has two sets of skirts prepared for them to wear during festivals, so there are not many colors of cloth that can be used.

After getting two bright-colored hair flowers, a group of girls, big and small, were overjoyed. They took them out and compared them to see whose color was more beautiful. Some of them immediately helped others to put the flowers on their heads. They all had bright smiles, just like flowers in spring.

"Sister, why is there no flower for me?" After a circle of hair flowers were distributed, not a single one fell swoop into her hands. Sister Jin was about to cry. She felt so wronged.

Although my aunt usually took good care of them and often prepared special meals for them, she let them dress like the crowd because she was afraid that they would compete with each other, compare with each other, and become too self-righteous and stop making progress.

But everyone had it except her, so she didn't want to cry: "Woo woo! My sister doesn't like her, and my aunt must be annoyed with her too."

Yaoyao, who had been standing next to Jing Chunxi, was also not interested and felt that it was inappropriate, but because she was older, she did not show it.

When he came, Jing Chunxi didn't know how many girls there were. He didn't expect that now they had all been given out and only one was left. Jing Chunxi gave it to a little baby.

But she still had some selfish thoughts and kept a few of the most beautiful ones at home. She never thought that the silk flowers that she had looked down upon before could be so popular.

She quickly lowered her head and embraced Sister Jin: "I'll leave the most beautiful ones at home for you!"

These words finally made Sister Jin feel better. She said "Oh" loudly, as if to say: Really?

Then she smiled, her face as bright as a flower.

Jing Chunxi added, "Four flowers for each of you." He turned his body slightly and tilted his head, finally letting Yaoyao hear it. She grinned, knowing that Chunxi and his aunt would never let down their closest relatives.

Pu Ge'er pointed to a place a little further away on the right, where there were a few low houses: "Their toilets are shared, right there." In fact, he was worried that his sister had been out for too long and couldn't hold it in anymore.

Further to the right are several rows of old houses, which have existed in the past and were used to house temporary and permanent workers. In the past, people would only live there during the spring plowing, autumn planting and harvest seasons. Now, it is said that they are used to raise cattle and horses.

Wu Lang explained to Jing Chunxi in a low voice, "There are many people on the mountain now, and outsiders are not allowed to enter the farm casually. There are no long-term or short-term workers anymore. The land is cultivated by the people on the mountain together with us."

Jing Qiulian and Jing Congxin accompanied them from beginning to end without saying a word.

Jing Chunxi asked curiously, "You all have to cook for yourself?"

She saw that there were not many kitchen utensils in each kitchen, the bowls and chopsticks were not complete, and even firewood, rice, oil and salt were not common, which made her doubtful.

This time it was Jing Qiulian who responded: "The kitchen mainly cooks for those children who are too young to eat solid rice and need porridge. We eat breakfast and lunch at the government school, where the teacher's wife cooks.

There is also a large dining hall at the practice field where you can get food for dinner and rest, one portion per person."

Jing Chunxi had never expected this to happen. The children ate separate meals, but it turned out to be so good.

I don’t know if my mother’s brain is too sharp or someone brought in the military style, but she thinks it should be a combination of both. In the past, the servants in the mansion also ate separate meals, and they would go to get their meals after serving their masters, with one portion for each person.

Seeing her sister so interested, Yaoyao seemed to approve and said, "Aunt is worried that we won't be able to cook in the future. We girls should take turns to help in the canteen of the prefectural school."

"Boys also have to help out after learning martial arts. They have to wash the pots after meals and help the martial arts instructor wash the dishes.

Nowadays, everyone who studies, whether it is literature or martial arts, knows how to make a fire and cook. People can only learn to cook after they are eight years old.

Jing Congxin also started to interrupt, but his voice was not loud and his speech was slow and measured, just like his third uncle and second cousin, all scholars were the same.

Jing Congxin also liked this cousin very much, but no other master would come to see them specially and stay for an entire afternoon; usually, his aunt would only go to the classroom, and if she had any instructions, she would ask the servants and guards to come up and pass on the message.

Going straight up, you can see two rows of houses built behind the lush trees, with seven or eight rooms in each row.

Each house was built as big as possible. Looking into the half-open room, one could see bunk beds neatly arranged inside. Bedding, pillows, and clothes were all neatly folded. Even the face towels were hung on ropes. It seemed that all the military equipment had been moved here.

There were only two such houses, four rows in total. They were almost halfway up the mountain when they finally saw the practice field they'd mentioned. The field wasn't visible from the foot of the mountain where they lived. It was built slightly to the side, away from the direction they'd come from.

"Are there no houses upstairs?" Jing Chunxi asked. There were only four rows of houses, with seven or eight rooms in each row. Even if everyone lived in bunk beds, not many people could live there. At least, it was less than she had imagined.

Pu Ge'er was a little surprised that his sister would say that: "No, there are only two hundred acres of land in the village, why would we need so many people?"

Jing Chunxi didn't say anything else. The clothes drying behind the rows of houses looked like those of ordinary farmers. They should be the people who worked below and were the first group of people who moved here from Langya Village.

The practice field was smaller than Jing Chunxi had imagined. It was neatly trimmed and rectangular, about six or seven feet long and thirty or four feet wide. Next to the practice field was a row of five houses. They looked like they had people living there and a kitchen. Yaoyao said, "The dining hall is also here."

Only the martial arts coaches and children practicing martial arts in the training ground would wear uniforms.

"Cousin Xi, why are you here?" The tone was very kind and the call came so smoothly that Jing Chunxi couldn't help but look up.

A boy who was about the same height as Shiro, very strong and muscular, ran towards them, followed by two shorter but very strong boys.

They were all sweating profusely from training, but the martial arts instructor said nothing, turned around and walked straight towards the house without paying any attention to them.

"Have you finished practicing?" Jing Chunxi asked with a smile, not wanting to hit someone who smiled at him.

Wu Tou's recognition was so high that Jing Chunxi recognized her at a glance, but she was still a little uncomfortable hearing him call her cousin.