Famine and exile: I brought the Spirit Spring to save the entire Marquis's mansion.

"Really? Then, will your fourth sister-in-law be able to find water?" Qiao Dangui asked worriedly again.

"I don't know if we can find it, but if you want to get some benefit from it, then help us out."

"What help?"

Li Yuzhi talked about going to the streets to promote the idea.

Both Qiao Dangui and Mo Cuiyu were puzzled.

Why make a big fuss about something that hasn't even been resolved yet?

Isn't this leaving yourself no way out?

“My fourth sister-in-law is the head of our family. Whatever she says goes, and we just do as she says.” Li Yuzhi didn’t say anything more and walked forward with Huo Jingya.

Mo Cuiyu was about to follow when Qiao Dangui stopped her.

"Sister-in-law, are we really going to follow this publicity campaign? Isn't it too hasty? What if we can't find water..."

"If we can't find water, at most we'll be laughed at. But if we can find water, our Huo family will be great heroes who save the people from suffering, and everyone will respect us from now on."

"Dan Gui, Fourth Sister-in-law is gambling for the entire Huo family. We can't offer much help, so let's just follow our sister-in-law's lead and spread the word."

“Okay, let’s go together,” Jordan Gui said.

Anyway, my mother-in-law isn't home today, so she won't know what they're doing.

Mo Cuiyu caught up with Li Yuzhi.

Li Yuzhi quietly asked her, "Did your second aunt scold you again?"

"No."

Mo Cuiyu also spoke up for Ding: "My mother-in-law was probably in a hurry that day. When I got back, she apologized to me and gave me a piece of cake to eat."

Moreover, she didn't scold Feng'er when she discovered the egg she had secretly given her.

This is already good.

She has never been favored by her mother-in-law, so it would be better if she could treat them like they were invisible, just like before.

Li Yuzhi frowned. The way her second aunt cursed that day didn't seem like a momentary outburst of anger; it was more like she wanted to skin someone alive.

"Anyway, be careful. If you get bullied, have Feng'er come and tell us."

"I understand, sister-in-law."

*

Sang Ning watched as Liu Dong and his son smashed the kang (a heated brick bed), and Old Man Liu immediately understood the reason behind it.

It's indeed quite similar to that of Lu.

At that time, there was no cement or steel reinforcement; all that was used were adobe bricks and long strip bricks called "pi".

There are two maze-like walls between the brickwork and the kang (heated brick bed), with the gaps between the bricks sealed with acid mud.

Sour mud is a thin mud made by mixing local loess, wheat husks, and wheat straw with water.

It's the same material used for the walls of the houses here.

The top is covered with a flat stone slab to form the kang (heated brick bed), and then another layer of mud is applied to the surface.

Once the mud dries, you can lay out a mat to sleep on.

The stone slabs on the kang (heated brick bed) in the main room are still intact. All we need to do is buy two more stone slabs for the kang from the stonemason, along with some bricks.

As for the rest, Old Man Liu said he could do them all himself.

"I'll leave the matter of buying the stone slabs to you, Uncle Liu. Just negotiate with them about how much silver or grain they need, and I'll settle the bill when it's delivered."

“If Madam Sang trusts this old man, then I will go.”

Sang Ning smiled and said, "I can trust you."

This kang (heated brick bed) looks simple, but it tests the craftsman's meticulousness and responsibility.

Neither Old Man Liu nor Liu Dong and his son were cunning or deceitful people.

She felt relieved.

"In addition to the final wages I will give you, I will also provide lunch, so you don't need to bring any food."

"That's good, that's good..."

The two didn't ask how much they would be paid in the end. Anyway, the other party paid for the materials. If they didn't do a good job the first time, they would take whatever they were paid.

They cleaned the old kang (heated brick bed), and Sang Ning went to the kitchen.

She wanted to make something for the child to eat.

Unexpectedly, Huo Chang'an was there.

He sat in his wheelchair, holding a piece of broken tile, carefully peeling potatoes.

My movements were still a bit clumsy, but I had almost mastered them, since there were already three scraped nuts on the cutting board.

His hands had distinct knuckles, his nails were newly grown and very short, and his skin was fair, revealing faint bluish veins underneath.

These are powerful hands.

Just now, she saw him teaching Jintang to dance with sticks through the window.

The moment it was swung, the wind howled and the stick clanged.

And he himself was like a newly sharpened sword, unstoppable and unstoppable.

This was the youngest son, whom the old lady had described as the most useless.

Just how outstanding are the previous ones?

Sang Ning was unaware that she had been standing there for far too long.

After a while, Huo Chang'an had already peeled six potatoes and turned around to ask, "Want to peel more?"

Sang Ning was startled and came to her senses.

Mommy!

She could resist touching Huo Chang'an's good figure, and she could resist looking at his dashing figure just now.

How did this feeling of a husband hunched over in the kitchen scraping potatoes captivate her?

Let's just forget about it!

The character is not right!

He shouldn't be here.

"Wasn't it supposed to be Third Sister-in-law who did the shaving? Why did it become you?" Sang Ning deliberately grinned in disgust.

The boy's eyes flickered, unable to fathom Sang Ning's thoughts.

She stared at it for a long time, thinking...

However, his tone of voice was disdainful.

Do I like it or not...?

"Third sister-in-law, she went out with mother, saying she wanted to get some more stuffing for pillows."

Sang Ning had taken a bolt of cloth from Manager Cao, intending to make a new pillow for each of them. Since she didn't know how to do it, she naturally left it to her sisters-in-law who were good at embroidery.

Using buckwheat hulls obtained from villagers, mixed with some dried wild chrysanthemums, as a filling is beneficial for sleep.

There were too many pillows, but not enough filling. I wonder what they went looking for.

"Oh."

"Let's shave a few more."

He came all this way himself, so why not take advantage of it!

A man who can't cook isn't a good man.

Huo Chang'an's eyes lit up, and he immediately picked up the tile again.

The corners of her mouth also curved into a noticeable arc.

The two of them, one scraping and the other cutting, quickly filled a bowl.

Sang Ning then directed him to start a fire.

If Huo Chang'an didn't know how, she would teach him.

Squatting in front of the stove, Sang Ning took a handful of dry grass and demonstrated.

"Start from the bottom, then stand the dry grass up. See how big the flames are getting? Throw some in, first some thin pieces of wood..."

The fire started, and Sang Ning retreated.

Unbeknownst to them, Huo Chang'an had somehow moved his wheelchair forward.

She tripped over her heel and landed on the boy's lap with a thud.

His hand instinctively wrapped around the woman's waist.

This isn't the first time she's bent over.

These two nights...

But he was still so nervous that his heart was trembling, and this time, his body was stiff and his breathing almost stopped.

Because she was conscious.

Sang Ning thought she was going to hit the back of her head, but instead she sat on a cushion.

Oh my, she slapped the handrails on both sides.

This wheelchair is really well made; it gives you the feeling of sitting on a dragon throne!

She even reached out and pinched the fleshy pad underneath, but he didn't feel anything anyway.

Since arriving in Liangzhou, Sang Ning has never massaged his legs; he massages them himself.

He would also use his hands to force his legs to move and exercise.

I must say, it works quite well. My legs haven't become limp, and the muscles aren't as hard anymore; they're still quite firm.

If the meridians are opened, one can stand up with a little exercise.

"You start the fire!" Sang Ning slowly stood up.

"I drank too much water, I'll go out for a bit."

Huo Chang'an lowered his head, reached out and grabbed the hem of his clothes, pulling it down forcefully.

Should I push you?

Did she make him pee when she squatted down like that?

Is your sister sitting on your bladder?

"No need!" the boy hurriedly refused.

As if she were really afraid of her helping, she skillfully turned the wheelchair around and hurriedly left the kitchen.