Traveling to Ancient Times: My Space Contains Weapons

After some discussion, Chu Chen finally bought the entire mountain for one hundred taels of silver.

For Wang Defa, this crop, which couldn't grow anything else, could still generate value and income for the village, which was exactly what he wanted.

So, after accepting Chu Chen's ten taels of silver as a bribe and one hundred taels of silver for buying the mountain...

Wang Defa didn't even have time to think about having a deeper conversation with his new daughter-in-law.

They hurried towards the town.

As they walked, he said, "Don't worry, Chu boy, I'll get all the paperwork done for you today."

Chu Chen returned home with a smile on his face, then turned and headed towards the mountain west of the village.

On the mountain, Chu Chen held an entrenching tool in his hand, repeatedly plunging it into the soil.

After digging less than a meter, we saw the yellowish-white crystal.

He immediately shouted excitedly.

I originally thought I would have to go to the beach to fetch seawater, but I didn't expect to solve the problem right at my doorstep.

So he hurried home and found his second uncle, Chu Dazhuang.

"Second Uncle, I want to build a workshop at the foot of the mountain west of the village. Could you help me find a few craftsmen in the village?"

Chu Dazhuang looked at Chu Chen with suspicion. Was this kid going to find another way to squander the family fortune?

"Why would you build a workshop when you have plenty of money to live comfortably for the rest of your life?"

Chu Chen laughed and said, "Just listen to me. Once things are done, our Chu family will no longer be just a small family."

Chu Dazhuang stepped forward and touched Chu Chen's forehead, wondering if the kid had been frightened by the officials.

“Nephew, did the officials beat you? We went to town but didn’t see you. Then Qinglian told us you were back. Are you alright?”

What a joke! The officials are all dead, and they're still hitting me.

So he said earnestly to Chu Dazhuang, "Second Uncle, don't worry, I'm fine. I built the workshop because I promised a noble person something, and I have to do it well for him."

Upon hearing Chu Chen mention a benefactor, Chu Dazhuang didn't ask any further questions, simply saying he would take care of it and then left.

To avoid the hassle, he spent half an hour at home drawing a rough sketch of the workshop, carrying one hundred taels of silver with him.

He then found Chu Dazhuang and handed him the blueprints and silver: "Second Uncle, these are the blueprints and silver for the workshop. You'll be in charge of this. I only want the finished product."

"You child, can't you stop wasting money? How can you spend so much money to build a workshop?" After saying that, Chu Dazhuang tried to return some of the money.

Chu Chen hurriedly said, "Second Uncle, I trust you. Make sure it's well-built. If you're short of money, I have more here. If there's any left over, I'll leave it with you first."

Seeing this, Chu Dazhuang stopped insisting, took the silver, and hurriedly left.

After finishing all this, it was already evening.

Chu Chen walked towards his home. Housing was settled, and the workshop was settled. So, for now, he would just let things sit for a while.

What is life for? It's for enjoying.

At home, Li Qinglian was cooking in the kitchen.

The meal was simple. The hot pot we'd had the past two days had been too oily, so I told Li Qinglian to eat something lighter for dinner.

"Qinglian, can you read?" Chu Chen asked abruptly.

The question puzzled Li Qinglian greatly; did her husband not even know whether she was literate or not?

In fact, although Chu Chen had most of the original owner's memories after transmigrating, he was still relatively unfamiliar with Li Qinglian.

The reason is that the original owner, the sixth son, simply looked down on this peasant woman.

So they treated her like a servant, and there was no real interaction between them.

Seeing this, Chu Chen said awkwardly, "I guess it's because of the beating at the gambling den. I can't remember a lot of things. Please don't be offended, wife."

Seeing this, Li Qinglian gently stepped forward and patted Chu Chen's head, saying, "My poor husband, I'm just a peasant girl, how could I possibly read?"

It's not easy to deal with someone who can't read. I found a book called "One Hundred Home-Style Recipes" among the pile of books, hoping she could learn it.

This is bad. The people are completely illiterate. It's not realistic to teach them one by one.

So he said, "It's alright, I'll start teaching you to read tonight."

“I saw my husband running around and he was already very tired. Besides, I am just a woman. It would be useless for me to be literate.”

Li Qinglian quickly refused.

Helpless, Chu Chen took out the home-style cooking recipe book and said, "This is a kitchen secret I came across by chance. I thought I'd give it to you so I'd have an endless supply of delicious food. So, you must be literate to understand it."

Li Qinglian took the book with delight and began to read it as if it were a treasure.

Inside were many colorful pictures, unlike anything you'd ever seen in this world, and the dishes in the pictures looked incredibly appetizing.

She immediately said she would study hard, with the goal of taking good care of Chu Chen's stomach.

That night, the two engaged in an in-depth exchange and study in bed.

The next morning, Chang Wei and Lai Fu brought many workers and set up tents on the open ground.

On the road, oxcarts carrying building materials were heading towards Mashan Village.

They didn't disturb Chu Chen and his companion, who had been studying late into the night and were still in bed even when the sun was high in the sky.

Chu Chen pushed open the door and looked at the lively scene, a satisfied smile appearing on his face.

Being an EPC general contractor is so comfortable; you don't have to worry about anything.

The neighbors also gathered around.

"Hey, Chu boy, judging by your appearance, you've really struck it rich."

"Of course! Look at the stone and the fine wood. Even building a house in the city wouldn't be this good."

A group of young women and wives started talking all at once to Chu Chen.

Chu Chen smiled without saying a word, while Li Qinglian was in the kitchen brewing tea and greeting the people who had come to watch the excitement.

"Mr. Chang, thank you all for your hard work. How should we solve the problem of food?"

Chu Chen stepped forward and asked Chang Wei with concern.

"It's alright, Young Master Chu. Leave everything to me, but there's the money."

Only then did Chu Chen remember that he had only given a deposit of one hundred taels.

So he turned around, went into the room, took out five hundred taels of silver notes, and handed them to Chang Wei.

"Look at my memory, I forgot about this. Just let me know if you need anything in the future."

After saying that, he called over Chu Dazhuang and Huzi: "These are my second uncle and cousin. When I'm not here anymore, Mr. Chang can also tell them about anything."

Chang Wei nodded and then called on everyone to get started.

Some were laying foundations, others were leveling the land; it was quite a lively scene.

Chu Chen was relieved that Chang Wei had returned home and started having breakfast with Li Qinglian.

After all, he's the top person in charge of building houses in Qingyun City, and he has his own team. So, let the professionals handle the professional work.

Trying to interfere too much will only cause problems.

Looking at the silent Li Qinglian, Chu Chen thought of something else.

"Qinglian, haven't we been back to your parents' home for a long time?"

Chu Chen asked tentatively, but the original owner didn't even know where Li Qinglian's home was, let alone her family situation.