The mercenary queen traveled through time and space to ancient times and only wanted to farm

Chen Qingwen simply held the other quilt in his hand, put it to the tip of his nose and smelled it: "There is no strange smell at all."

That’s right. I don’t know how long I have used that tattered quilt at home. It would be strange if it didn’t have any smell.

The quilt that Lin Daya gave me was a little torn, but it was very clean and could be used as a blanket.

Don’t use the bed you already have at home for now. Wash it and dry it before using it as a cushion under you.

Chen Qingxin took out two 8-jin cotton battings and planned to use them as quilts.

She explained to Chen Li: "Mother, these four quilts should be covered with a layer of gauze, and the thicker ones can be used as pads.

You can first sew a pocket that is large enough to hold the batting, and then seal the bag after putting the batting in it.

Then sew a few lines in the middle, and put on the gauze on both sides and the cotton pad in the middle. This is to prevent the cotton pad from being torn, understand? "

Chen Li understood, and she nodded immediately:

"Mom, I understand. The sealing stitches need to be more dense.

When sewing in the middle, just like when sewing a quilt, the stitches exposed outside can be slightly smaller; it’s okay if the stitches hidden inside the batting are a little larger.

This way, the batting and gauze can be fixed without making the quilt too stiff. "

Chen Qingxin gave Chen Li a thumbs up: "Smart! As expected of my mother, you understand it immediately! You are amazing, my mother!"

Chen Li's cheeks flushed with praise, and she said angrily, "You are so talkative. I wonder if you are praising yourself or mother?"

"Of course we are praising our mother!" the three brothers and sisters spoke in unison.

Xiao Qingwu also shouted happily: "Mother, mother!"

Chen Qingxin scratched his younger brother's nose lovingly: "Look at our little Qingwu, he knows that the eldest sister is praising mother, right?"

Chen Qingwu giggled so much that his saliva flowed all over the floor. He clapped his hands and continued to shout, "Eldest sister, mother!"

Chen Li waved to the children and continued to sew the quilt:

"Xin'er, Ying'er, you see, it's best to use four threads to fix the cotton batting, dividing it into three equal parts horizontally and vertically. This way, a quilt can be used for 4 or 10 years without breaking."

Chen Qingxin gave her a thumbs up again: "Tall! Mother is really tall!"

Chen Qingwen, who was joining in the fun, followed his elder sister's example and gave his mother a thumbs up: "Mother is awesome!"

Chen Qingying picked up the needle thoughtfully and began to sew according to her mother's instructions.

The five-year-old girl actually did it quite well, which made Chen Qingxin marvel at it.

She actually knows how to do some needlework, and during those years in the old house, she was busy with all kinds of housework every day.

She rarely has time to go up the mountain to dig wild vegetables and collect firewood.

At that time, the family was large and there was a lot of housework to do.

The clothes of grandparents have always been washed by their third room. In ancient times, clothes were long and made of thick fabrics.

It was okay in the summer, but every winter her hands would get frostbite.

My mother had to work in the fields with her two sisters-in-law, and the three women took turns preparing breakfast and dinner.

However, little Chen Lai relied on the fact that her mother-in-law was her aunt, and always found excuses to push the work that should have belonged to her onto the honest and loyal Chen Li.

Chen Qingxin felt sorry for her mother and sometimes helped out.

Chen Qingying was also not idle. She had to take on the responsibility of taking care of her younger brother at the age of three.

Chen Qingwen started collecting firewood in the mountains and fishing in the river when he was 5 years old. He did everything that boys did.

When he reached the age for enlightenment, Chen Guanghui went to his parents to discuss: "Dad, Mom, Qingwen is already 7 years old. Should we send him to Mr. Wan next door for enlightenment?"

Chen Lai rolled her inverted triangle eyes upwards and scolded unhappily:

"I already have three children in school, where can I get the money to send them to school?

Besides, Qingsong, Qingbai and Qingbao are all your nephews. When they achieve academic success in the future, they will definitely honor you.

Three people are enough to bring honor to the family.

The three younger ones will now farm at home and fully support their older brothers.

How could it be possible for all the children in a family to study?

We are just ordinary farmers. We don’t have the ability to support them even if we want to.”

"Your mother is right. Our family cannot afford to send all the boys to school, so we can only let Qingwen and Qinghu go. As for Qingwu, we'll talk about it when he grows up."

The old man seemed to have given the third room some hope, at least he didn't beat the man to death with one blow.

But who can tell how things developed later?

Isn't it? Chen Qingwen was delayed, and Xiao Qingwu would not be able to go to school in the future by relying on the old house.

Older gingers are more spicy!

The old man used this delaying tactic very skillfully, coaxing Chen Guanghui into continuing to work wholeheartedly for the family.

Chen Qingxin almost gave him a thumbs up.

It's a pity that he used his intelligence to plot against her family, so she will have to get revenge sooner or later.

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Chen Qingxin has been very busy in the past three days since he came back.

The family is facing too many difficulties right now, and she can't just sit back and watch.

The most important thing is to solve the problem first.

The dilapidated bamboo house is in a good location. If I can buy it, I will find a way to build a house there myself.

I originally planned to repair the bamboo house or build a new one.

But what if it snows in winter and the animals in the mountains can’t find food and have to come down the mountain to find food?

Do bamboo houses keep out large animals?

So it is best to build a brick house. There are no more than five families in the village who own brick houses.

But I’m also afraid of attracting too much attention and causing jealousy.

After much thought, I still can't find a good rule.

My mother and sister have already sewn two quilts, and she has also cut the quilt covers to go over the quilts.

After explaining this, he pulled Chen Qingwen and said:

“Let’s go! Come with me to the village chief’s house, mother, you and your sister should go to bed early after you finish washing up.

Xiao Qingwu used two small wooden basins, and the others used one large and one small wooden basin each.

Wash your face and feet separately, make a mark and use your own."

After saying this, the brother and sister went out.

Near the village chief's house, Chen Qingxin took out an extra-large oil-paper bag with 10 hot buns inside.

There are 5 people in the village chief's family, and each of them has 2.

"Knock! Knock! Knock!"

"Who is it?" Liu Zou asked loudly across the courtyard gate.

"Aunt Zou, this is Qingxin. Is the village chief at home?"

Liu Zou glanced at her husband and saw him nod.

"I'm coming, I'm coming. I'm here, new girl. Please wait a moment!" He answered while trotting to open the gate.

Village chief Liu's house is a two-story blue brick courtyard house, which is one of the best in the village.

Although the Chen family's old house is also a blue brick and tile house, it only has one entrance.

Most of the money used to build the house was earned by Chen Guanghui.

It’s a pity that the house he built cannot be lived in by his wife and children. It’s really ironic.

As soon as I saw Chen Qingxin and his sister coming to my house, holding a big oil-paper bag in their hands, I could smell the aroma of meat from afar.

The smile on Liu Zou's face grew even wider. "New girl, why are you two here so late? Do you have something to ask your village chief uncle?"