Traveling through time as a peasant girl to turn things around

In the afternoon, the east wall of the cowshed was erected, more than a meter high, with several wooden stakes driven into the front. A thick straw roof was placed on top. The south wall remained unfinished, as preparations were made for a fence. The west side would also be fenced, and a wall would also be built on the north. Once all four sides were in place, it became a small pasture, covering twenty acres.

Chai Zhen's family was guarding the fence at night. A group of children, including Little Milk Bag, were learning to sing in Zhang Ying's room. Zhang Ying played the piano, and the children sang, "Walking along the country road, the returning old cow is my companion. The blue sky bears the setting sun on its chest, and the colorful clouds are the evening glow's attire..." Li Qi also ran over to listen, and Li Jingwen also secretly exclaimed in wonder, "How wonderful!" "How wonderful!" The emperor was right. It was great.

He returned to his room and wrote down his observations of the day. The singing was melodious and captivating, a picture of a rural evening. Optimistic, positive, and happy! A painting accompanied it: a woman playing the piano, a group of singing children, a courtyard filled with vibrant flowers and green trees, and grain drying in the fields. In the distance, poultry and livestock were seen.

In front, outside the house, a group of children were practicing martial arts. They were shouting while performing their moves, as if to encourage themselves. Li Jingwen put down his pen and hurriedly

When we got outside, there were so many people, adults and children, men and women. "This is the right place, regardless of gender." A woman was watching, holding her child and clapping.

The sound of singing came intermittently, what a good life. The sound of horse hooves came from afar, Li Jingwen looked into the distance, the horses were getting closer and closer, the people on the horses were majestic, dressed in black, which made them look even more shiny. The two horses "Hush..." stopped. The fourth brother and Sun Quan tied the horses to the pillar. "Go home and drink water." "I heard that your watermelons are ripe?" The fourth brother: "I don't know yet, I'll go and see tomorrow." "My old relatives have been busy working these days, saying that the baskets must be beautiful and sturdy." "They cut brambles during the day and weave baskets at night. They work day and night." "That's not good. The melons are ripe, there must be a place, and they all need to be basketed." The fourth brother whispered, "Let's go to the field and have a look." "Let's go." The two of them went to eat the melons secretly. Who knew that they would reach the river. There were so many people, so they went home to drink water. "This is the brick maker, so many people."

At midnight, people started to leave. Little Milk Bag also needed to rest, and the yard became quiet. Everyone fell asleep. Chai Zhen picked up Little Milk Bag and said, "Guoguo, the cowshed isn't finished yet." "Then wait two days, Grandpa." "I'll get some food out." Chai Zhen carried Little Milk Bag to the warehouse. He took out a hundred bags of rice, white flour, yellow flour, and soybeans. "Great Grandpa, this is enough for a few days. The horses and cows eat soybeans." Little Milk Bag took out a hundred sacks. "Great Grandpa, go to the fields." "Okay, let's go now."

Arriving at the edge of the field, Little Milk Bag spread out the wheat stalks. With another wave of his tiny hand, a large machine appeared at the edge of the field. Little Milk Bag held up a small object and pointed at it. The machine moved away, and the plowshare churned the earth. In less than an hour, the field was plowed. "Grandpa, what should we plant?" Chai Zhen thought for a moment and said, "Guoguo, what can we plant?" "There's a lot we can plant. Corn, soybeans, and sweet potatoes are plentiful." "Let's plant corn." Little Milk Bag pulled out a small machine and started it at full speed. "Guoguo, you're farming!" "Yes, Grandpa, corn, that can also be sold as seeds. Planting one crop on a large plot of land is easier to manage. Wheat straw is fertilizer. Just pull out the weeds, no need to hoe the ground." "Soybeans can also be intercropped in it. Grandpa will have someone plant it tomorrow. Plant cowpeas and sorghum in the dikes. The cows will eat sorghum." "Okay, okay, that saves a lot of trouble." "Grandpa, how much wasteland have we reclaimed?" "There's some on the north slope, planted with soybeans, corn, millet, and sorghum." "Grandpa, millet doesn't produce much in the future, so plant less in the future." "Okay, Grandpa remembers." "Grandpa, take me out for a walk, I'll take a look." "Okay, in a few days, Great-grandpa will take you out to play and see our hometown. How big and beautiful is it?" "Great-grandpa, do you think there are any elderly people here? Let's raise some lambs. It's enough to have an elderly person to look after them." "Let your grandpa see it." "Hehe, haha," the little kid laughed heartily, thinking about that scene. ... "Go home."

The next day, the little girl woke up late and was hungry at noon. "Mom, come quickly, Guoguo is hungry." Li Ru was worried about this, so she ran into the house, dressed her, took her out to help her pee, and put on her shoes. "When will she be able to walk?" She was afraid that her daughter couldn't walk at such a big age. Li Ru had no idea that if she held her too much, her lower limbs would become weak, and she would just need to stand more. When she came under the shed, Grandma Li had already brought out egg custard, milk, and fruit. Li Ru fed her. The little girl asked where her brothers were. "They went to the fields to roll around, and they are having fun." If you want to go, mom will carry you there in a while. "Yes, go." She wanted to go to the fields to play by herself. Li Ru said it was hot, so she should go in the afternoon. "Okay."

After dinner, Li Ru carried her to the east to see the cattle farm, bringing some water.

Jiale came over and said to Guoguo, "Can you design a house for uncle?" "Third uncle, are you building a house?" "Yes, for the prince. It can accommodate tens of thousands of people." "So big?" Little Naibao wanted to build a building without reinforced concrete, two stories at most. Just two stories. He said, "I'll go home this afternoon and design it. Two stories, upstairs and downstairs, so more people can live. There's less space." "Third uncle, you need to prepare in advance. We need beams, collars, and rafters for the windows. You can write to the prince and ask if glass has been developed yet."

Jiale took Little Milk Bag to Grandpa's room, where he had his own custom chair, specially made for him. "Uncle San, go out. I can handle this myself." Jiale had no choice but to come out. "Call me if you need anything." "Got it." Little Milk Bag took out thick printer paper, a pencil, and a ruler, and drew a model of a modern building, just two stories. There had to be a bathroom upstairs, so small children could relieve themselves while adults could use the bathroom downstairs. A large bathroom was built specifically for this purpose. How would they solve the noise problem? The roof would be thicker, with beams, and the ground floor would have dark blue bricks, with thicker walls. Little Milk Bag meticulously drew. He cut a window in the front wall, specifying its dimensions. There would be six-person rooms, four-person rooms, two-person rooms, one-person rooms, and suites. He drew a model of the building. Little Milk Bag wrote down the window sizes and specifications on a separate piece of paper for Uncle Dong. The bathroom pipes were specially made and baked into a round shape. For an afternoon, when he was hungry, he ate peaches. When he was thirsty, he drank milk, juice, and chicken drumsticks. Just don't let Little Milk Bag go hungry.

It was getting dark, and Lao Si, his father, and Jiaxing, who had been replanting crops in the fields, had returned. Old Mrs. Li brought out some hot water, and Chai Ping'an washed his hands. "Why haven't I seen Guoguo?" he asked. "He hasn't shown up all afternoon. Jiale said he was busy and asked not to disturb him."

After school, Xiaodong returned home and saw Little Milk Bag. He said, "Sister." "Brother is back!" "Yeah." Xiaodong walked over and saw the drawings on the table. "Brother, take a look." "Okay." Xiaodong picked up a piece of paper, but couldn't understand what was written. He said, "Sister, brother can't understand?" "Brother, point it out." Xiaodong pointed out the number. Little Milk Bag said, "What's this?" He explained the meaning one by one to Xiaodong, and Xiaodong understood it. He understood the blueprints. "Here are the blueprints for the house!" "Right." "Two floors means double the number of people can live. We don't have steel and concrete here, so we can't build it too high." "Three floors is fine. Any higher." "Reinforced concrete?... He doesn't know what it is!" Little Sister is like a treasure, like a fairy, like a bodhisattva. She benefits everyone, asking nothing in return.

Little Milk Bag stretched out her hand. "Brother, hold me. I need to pee." "Brother, hold me." Xiaodong held her and helped her pee. Beside the vegetable patch, beneath the north wall of the house, some delicate vegetables were planted. Guoguo peed right there. "Getting fat!" Hahaha, Xiaodong laughed too. "Little sister is so funny." Little Milk Bag stood up and walked away... Xiaodong was so stunned that he forgot to hold her. "She can walk!" "Little sister can walk!" Xiaodong shouted. "Little sister can walk!!!" The whole family came running over. "Oh, my darling grandson can walk," Grandma Li exclaimed. "Little sister can walk. I'm going to take her out to play." Several boys took her hand, one on each side. "Little sister, eat. After dinner, let's go play outside." "Okay, brothers." Jiale went to Grandpa's room and saw a blueprint drawn on the table. He could tell it was for building a house, but he didn't understand what was written. He'd ask his niece again. He put the paper away and put it away.