Family Cultivation: My Ancestral Home Gets Infinite Upgrades

the next morning.

"Bang bang—"

Jiang Fu'an stood in front of the courtyard gate and gently knocked on the wooden door.

When he led the Miao people home last night, it was already close to dusk.

After settling them in this unused courtyard, he did not stay any longer.

They must have rested enough today; it's time to get down to business.

Faint footsteps came from inside the door.

Before long, the courtyard gate creaked open a crack, revealing a face.

Jiang Fu'an was taken aback.

Standing behind the door was a girl of about sixteen or seventeen years old, with skin as white as fresh snow and lively eyes.

His appearance was even more radiant than his own wife, Su Wanqing.

He carefully recalled the group of people from yesterday, but there didn't seem to be a girl like that among them.

A bright smile appeared on the girl's lips:

"Master, you've arrived! Please come in!"

Jiang Fu'an recognized the voice immediately.

Isn't this the woman who questioned his ulterior motives yesterday, the one wearing a headscarf?

As he stepped over the threshold, he laughed:

"How's it going? Is the yard big enough for everyone?"

The girl's cheeks flushed red as she remembered how she had questioned whether the room was big enough just yesterday.

He quickly waved his hand and said:

"It's enough room, it's enough room. Your courtyard is really spacious, with more than ten rooms. It's more than enough for all of us."

The two talked as they walked through the courtyard and into the living room.

But the scene inside stunned Jiang Fu'an once again—

He recognized the two five- or six-year-old boys who were eating breakfast at the table, but what about the six women sitting on the side?

They were all dressed simply, yet their beauty was undeniable; some were gentle, some were beautiful, some were dignified, and some were aloof…

Surprisingly, each of them is just as beautiful as Su Wanqing!

Upon seeing this, the beautiful woman in red sitting in the middle quickly stood up and greeted them warmly:

"Sir, you've arrived. Please have a seat."

Jiang Fu'an glanced at everyone and asked in confusion:

"What are you all doing here...? Why haven't I seen you yesterday?"

"I'm sorry, sir."

The beautiful woman in red bowed slightly, her face showing an apologetic expression:

"As a widow and her child, we face many inconveniences when traveling, so we disguised ourselves a little."

She paused for a moment, then continued:

"My name is Yan, and I am the concubine of Miao Yunshen of the Miao family of Zhushan. I am also the one who spoke with you yesterday as an old woman."

Jiang Fu'an was shocked upon hearing this—this disguise was truly impressive!

The old woman with a wrinkled face and a hoarse voice yesterday is actually such a beautiful woman who still retains her charm.

The beautiful woman in red pointed to the other five women and continued her introduction:

"These younger sisters are the same as me; they are all Miao Yun Shen's concubines."

She then pointed to the girl who had led Jiang Fu'an in:

"The one who brought you in is my daughter, Miao Ruolan."

Finally, I looked at the two little boys:

"As for these two little ones, they are the children of two other sisters, one named Miao Ruoshan and the other Miao Ruohai."

Jiang Fu'an remained outwardly calm, smiling and nodding to everyone.

But I couldn't help but sigh in my heart:

Miao Yunshen, whom I've never met, is truly blessed to have so many beautiful concubines.

After the introduction was finished, he asked:

"And what about your husband, Miao Yun Shen? Didn't he come along this time?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the smile on Madam Yan's face immediately faded.

She lowered her eyes and her voice became softer:

"He was a monk who died in a fight with the enemy six months ago."

That's good!

Upon hearing this, Jiang Fu'an secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

If the person is still alive, he might come looking for you someday and see that you have taken in his entire family of wives and concubines.

If someone suspects there's some unclear relationship involved, then things could get complicated.

He coughed lightly, steer the conversation back to the main topic:

"Please accept my condolences. I would also like to share my situation."

"My name is Jiang Fu'an, and I was originally an ordinary farmer. A year ago, my daughter was fortunate enough to be diagnosed with spiritual roots and was accepted as a disciple by the Miaoyin Sect."

"The imperial court rewarded him with a sum of money, which Jiang used to build the current residence."

"Jiang intended to take this opportunity to build up his family business."

"It's a pity we don't have enough manpower, which is why I invited you all here on the way yesterday."

Yan and her sisters exchanged glances, and a look of sudden realization flashed in their eyes.

Actually, they were whispering among themselves last night:

Who exactly is this gentleman?

Why would you suddenly invite these complete strangers?

And coincidentally, there was an empty courtyard that could be used to house them?

All of this was too coincidental, making them wonder if it was premeditated.

Now that Jiang Fu'an said this, most of their doubts disappeared.

Jiang Fu'an continued:

"Since your husbands were once cultivators, do you know any skills related to cultivation?"

Yan knew that whether this family could stay or not depended on their next answer.

She dared not hide the truth and answered honestly:

"Of course we know. We have some knowledge of the basic tasks such as planting spirit fields, tending herb gardens, raising semi-spirit beasts, and making talismans."

The information Fu Yuan provided was indeed correct.

Upon receiving confirmation, Jiang Fu'an's eyes lit up, and he pressed for an answer:

"Jiang does not currently possess spiritual fields or medicinal gardens, so we will leave that aside for now."

"What materials are needed to make talismans? Is it complicated to make?"

Upon hearing this, Madam Yan's lips curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile:

"Sir, you've come to the right person. What we Miao people are best at is making talismans from spirit bamboo."

"In addition, spirit wood and spirit beast hides are also commonly used materials."

"As for the difficulty of making it... First-tier talisman paper is not too difficult. We mortals can learn to make it after studying for a while."

Spirit bamboo, spirit wood, spirit animal hide.

Jiang Fu'an frowned slightly—he didn't have any of these things.

The sacred bamboo and sacred wood are said to grow in deep mountains with spiritual veins;

Needless to say, there wasn't a single spirit beast that could be called a spirit beast that he, a mere mortal, could hunt.

Seeing his predicament, Madam Yan added:

"These materials are indeed precious and not easy to obtain."

"Actually, the hide of a half-spirit beast can also be used to make first-tier talisman paper, but its carrying capacity is limited, so it can only be used to draw low-grade first-tier spells."

Although Jiang Fu'an didn't understand what "low-grade first rank" meant, as long as he could make talismans, it was a good start.

He immediately made the decision:

"It just so happens that Mr. Jiang keeps some semi-spirit beasts at home."

"If you have the ability to turn animal hides into talismans, I, Jiang, will take you in and pay you wages according to the number of talismans you produce."

Yan's eyes lit up, and she quickly turned to look at her sisters.

Seeing that they all nodded slightly, she turned around and said firmly:

"No problem, this is not a difficult task for us Miao people."

As the group was talking, footsteps suddenly came from the courtyard gate.

Su Wanqing walked in, holding Yue'er's hand.

Jiang Fu'an glanced at the room full of women, each with their own unique charm, and his heart skipped a beat—

broken.