Reborn 99 Days Later, Becoming a Landlady and Getting into Tsinghua and Peking Universities

Hua Yuanqing's house is not far from the village entrance; an oxcart can reach it just around the corner.

But at first glance, the fenced garden was quiet and deserted.

Hua Yuansheng turned to look at the villager, who scratched his head and said awkwardly:

"I'm not lying to you! Your Jasmine really did bring a bunch of brothers back! I saw it with my own eyes, it's true!"

"Asheng? Pear and Peach? You're back?"

Hearing a commotion outside, Yan Dahua pushed open the door and saw Hua Lichu and the other two standing at the courtyard gate. Her face instantly blossomed into a dazzling smile.

"Auntie Da Hua, didn't your Jasmine bring a lot of people home? Where are they?"

In such a short time, more than 20 people just vanished into thin air?

The villagers felt a chill run down their spines.

Yan Dahua said happily, "I've gone up the mountain to chop firewood."

"Huh?" The villager looked confused. "Weren't you here to fight?"

Now, Yan Dahua was the one who looked completely bewildered: "What fight? Who wants to fight whom?"

"no……"

Hua Yuansheng interrupted the villager: "You've run out of firewood? Jasmine brought people to chop wood?"

"Yes! Jasmine insisted that there's strength in numbers, so she went home and called her father over."

You haven't had lunch yet, have you? Come on, let me make you some noodles..."

It was past lunchtime, so Yan Dahua decided to cook them some noodles.

Since Hua Lichu handed over the stall at the crossroads in the county town to Hua Anshan and his wife and started paying them wages, the family's finances have become much better.

The noodles certainly couldn't have been bought.

Instead, after receiving his first paycheck, Hua Anshan took the wheat from his family to a noodle shop to have noodles made.

In the past, Hua'anshan would never have been willing to eat like this.

Noodles made from pure white flour—such a precious thing!

If you add something else, it can last a long time.

Who doesn't know that pure white flour made from wheat is delicious?

But the more delicious the food, the better the appetite becomes, and then it will be gone in just a few meals, right?

Looking at his thin children and elderly relatives at home, Hua Anshan gritted his teeth and still pressed the white noodles.

Hua Antao suddenly slapped his forehead.

He turned back to the oxcart, found the pork belly wrapped in a black bag, and jogged over to stuff it into Yan Dahua's hand.

"What's this? No need, no need, you can take it back and eat it yourselves..."

Yan Dahua felt the soft contents of the bag and immediately guessed what it was, refusing to accept it.

But Hua Antao genuinely wanted to give it to her.

Yan Dahua wiped her face: "Alright then, Grandma will enjoy the blessings of our peaches and pears."

"Asheng, don't go back. Just eat something here."

With that, he put on a stern face and said, "If you're not eating here, I don't want that stuff either."

Then, as if his expression had changed, he looked aggrieved and even wiped his eyes with the back of his hand.

"I know I'm getting old, and my cooking might not suit your tastes. Are you worried that my cooking isn't clean?"

The familiar feeling sent a chill down Hua Yuansheng's spine, and he said repeatedly, "Eat! We'll eat here, thank you for your trouble, sister-in-law."

Yan Dahua immediately replied loudly, "No trouble at all! I'll go make you some noodles right away!"

After saying that, she hummed a little tune and turned to go back to the kitchen.

Hua Lichu blinked rapidly, staring in disbelief at the scene, and said dryly, "Grandma's facial expressions are quite rich."

Hua Yuansheng smiled and said, "Don't let your great-grandmother's current situation of staying at home all day fool you. When she was young, she was a well-known opera performer in the surrounding villages."

"Have you ever seen Grandma perform opera?"

Hua Yuansheng's face stiffened, and after shaking his head halfway, he nodded.

I secretly thought to myself, "Changing faces at home should also count as performing opera, right?"

Here, a kind-hearted villager was walking on the village road when he was stopped by several middle-aged women.

"Why did Yan Moli bring so many brothers home? I saw you just went to their house?"

The other aunties nodded quickly, all very curious about the answer.

"They said they came to chop firewood."

"what?"

Clearly, this answer surprised everyone.

"Who...who brings so many people with them when they go back to their parents' home after chopping firewood?"

The aunt thought of her daughter-in-law's pitifully few brothers and suddenly felt a little envious: "Having brothers means you can be carefree!"

Isn't that just being willful?

In just half an afternoon, the villagers saw that Yan Dahua's fenced garden was piled high with firewood.

That's not all. Yan Moli also specially took her brothers from her maternal family to Hua Yuansheng's house to build a woodshed and filled it up.

The villagers who were planning to find a partner for their sons kept muttering, "No way! I have to find someone from a family with many brothers."

Needless to say, the villagers were shocked.

Hua Lichu was also shocked.

After the three finished their meal at Hua Yuanqing's house, they decided to stay and help out.

After all, Yan Moli brought so many people back to work, so they should be fed and able to go home, right?

Unexpectedly, Yan Dahua didn't need the three of them to help her at all; she simply pushed them out of the house.

"No need, your aunt will be back soon. You haven't been home for more than half a month, so hurry home and tidy up the house."

"Dad! Pears and peaches?"

A familiar voice suddenly came from inside the courtyard.

Hua Lichu turned her head and saw that it was none other than her aunt Hua and Qiu.

Hua Yuansheng's head throbbed when he saw his daughter: "Why are you back?"