The other villagers had no objections either. The examiners wouldn't dare to even think about it; if the child really had that destiny, their ancestral graves would be emitting auspicious smoke.

Song Anxin added, "However, my family doesn't have enough space to accommodate so many children studying."

Song Anxin wasn't lying; her front yard was piled high with duck eggs, and there were also vegetable patches and rabbit hutches. The backyard was full of wooden basins for cultivating bacteria, so much so that it was a bit crowded for several people to pickle salted duck eggs there. The kitchen and main room were filled with dozens of jars of salted duck eggs.

Several piles of culture medium for inoculating mycelium have already been stacked up on the side of the yard, and it has already fermented. She urgently needs to buy land to build a workshop and mushroom house, and now that the autumn harvest is over, her family members have free time to come over.

Lin Lizheng said, "That's no problem. The children can study in the Lin family ancestral hall. Each family can bring their own desks and chairs, and we'll send someone from each family to clean it up later."

The women had no objections. In the countryside, children of all ages have to take on household chores, so they only come to class in the evening. Song Anxin and Song Anbang discussed it and decided to officially start class this evening, which would be the first day.

Because he had previously wanted to send Lin Fenghe to the academy, Song Anbang stayed behind and took on the task of teaching in Linjia Village, so Linjia Village now had a school.

She consulted Lin Fenghe about whether to go to the county academy or stay there. In the end, Lin Fenghe chose to continue having Song Anbang tutor him alone.

The more Song Anbang taught his third nephew, the more amazed he became. His sister's four sons were all incredibly smart, and the third one was simply a prodigy in his studies!

Because we were very busy around the time of the autumn harvest, the evening story time was not continued.

After Song Anxin retells the story to the children that evening, Song Anbang felt that it was only natural for Lin Fenghe to be so smart; his older sister was actually telling them military strategy as a story.

Song Anbang was amazed; it seemed he had learned a lot from his older sister.

Once the news spread that Song Tongsheng from Aunt Lin's family had stayed to teach, Song Anxin's family received a steady stream of donations from villagers over the next few days.

Some families had sick members who needed money for medical treatment, and they didn't have much food left. So they cut several loads of firewood and brought them over, and some people also brought mushrooms and wild vegetables.

Song Anbang was not a greedy person. Even if the villagers did not pay him, he would still be willing to teach them if they wanted to learn. However, he could not resist the villagers' simple and honest nature.

After the villagers dispersed, Song Anxin called out to the village head: "Uncle Village Head, wait a moment."

Lin Lizheng turned around and said, "Fengnian's mother, is there something you need? Just tell me, and I'll do whatever it takes to help you."

Lin Lizheng now feels nothing but admiration and gratitude towards Song Anxin; this Fengnian Niang is a great benefactor to their village.

Song Anxin smiled and said, "It's nothing serious, Uncle Village Head. I'd like to buy those few acres of wasteland in my backyard. You can see that my yard is getting so crowded because of this business that it's hard to even walk around. I wonder how much the wasteland costs?"

Lin Lizheng paused. This year's harvest was bad, and few villagers came to buy land to reclaim wasteland. More than ten years ago, only some villagers who fled the famine sold some land.

The money had long been spent on purchasing and repairing public facilities in the village and supporting some elderly people living alone, and the village had not received any income for a long time.

He thought for a moment and said, "The villagers sell wasteland for eight coins a mu, but those wastelands have been sitting there for a long time and no one has bought them. I won't take advantage of you, I'll give you five coins a mu, is that alright?"

Song Anxin smiled and said, "Then thank you, Uncle Village Head. However, I don't know the exact number of acres to buy yet. I'll have Fengnian talk to you about it later, okay?"

She doesn't have a good grasp of the concept of "mu" (a unit of land area), so she'll have the eldest brother estimate it later.

“Alright, Fengnian’s mother can come to my house and tell me whenever she’s ready,” Lin Lizheng said.

Song Anxin finally settled on five acres of land. Actually, it was too much just to build mushroom houses and workshops, but she would need it for other purposes in the future, so she simply bought it all together.

Lin Lizheng came over and measured the land. Song Anxin paid 2 taels and 500 coins. Yesterday, Lin Fengnian had a bumper harvest and delivered goods to the restaurant. Because Tianxuan Restaurant was included, he received a total of 12 taels and 640 coins this time.

Song Anxin currently has over thirty taels of silver, so these two taels are still affordable for her.

Lin Lizheng said, "Fengnian's mother, if there are no problems with this land deed, you can sign it. I'll take it to the county government office to get it stamped tomorrow."

The land deeds were prepared by the county government and placed with the village heads. All that was needed was to write down the acreage and the amount of money and sign the deed. However, this particular deed seemed to have been pressed for a long time; the paper was yellowed and the words were somewhat blurred, but it was still legible.

After signing her name, Song Anxin handed it to the village head.

This was the first time Lin Lizheng had ever seen anyone in the village sign their name. Most villagers would just put their fingerprints on the document. Seeing this, Lin Lizheng felt that it was the right decision to send his grandchildren to school.

After buying the land, we need to start building the workshop. We also need to repair the roof of our house. Yesterday it rained heavily outside and lightly inside.

After the rain, the ground was too muddy to sleep on, so in the end, Zhang Mei had to come and live with her and the two children, while Lin Fengshou and Song Anbang, the three grown men, shared a room.

After deciding to build a house, Song Anxin and her family began making adobe bricks. The workshop would also be an adobe house. Song Anxin had planned it out: a door would be opened in the backyard leading directly to the five acres of land. A total of seven rooms would be built, three for making salted duck eggs and two for cultivating mushrooms.

There were also two rooms built next to Lin Fengnian's house for Lin Fengshou, Lin Fenghe, and Lin Fengyao to live in.

Although she wanted to build a large brick house, the thirty-odd taels of silver she had were really not enough.

At this moment, Song Anxin, Lin Fenghe, and Feng Yao were pouring the clay bricks out of the mold and moving them to an open space to dry. Lin Fengnian, Lin Fengshou, and Song Anbang were then pounding the clay together before placing it back into the mold.

The family worked for most of the day, but the number of adobe bricks produced was still pitifully small. They still needed to lay the foundation! No, the family couldn't waste all their time on this.

She said, "With the harvest, go ask around in the village if anyone still has adobe bricks. We'll buy them for ten yuan a penny, the more the better."

If you have too much of this stuff, you can leave it there and use it again later.

Lin Fengshou agreed and went. The others didn't object either; they knew the house was already cramped, and their mother still needed to grow mushrooms. As for the duck eggs, although Fengshou was watching over them, they weren't comfortable leaving them in the yard every day.

After giving her instructions, Song Anxin got up, washed her hands, greeted the younger children, and went to the village head's house.

Along the way, Song Anxin encountered many villagers who greeted her warmly.

"Fengnian's mother, come out."

"Where is Aunt Lin going?"

"Second sister-in-law, my Tiezi picked a lot of wild fruits on the mountain today. I'll have him deliver them to your house later."

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