Inheriting a Legacy and Traveling to Ancient Times

In her previous life, Zhao Qingyan grew up in an orphanage. She unexpectedly activated a pocket dimension and began hoarding supplies. After spending all her savings, an accident transported her to...

Chapter 130 Green Mountain Cottage

Huang and Zhao Qingyan were busy building their new home in Zhao Family Village, while the Zhao family members in the town were also working hard for a better future.

Since returning from the exams, all the men of the Zhao family have attracted the attention of students from all walks of life, and Scholar Wang has instantly become a highly sought-after teacher.

Although the Zhao family members have only passed the county-level examination so far, this is still the first step towards success.

Putting everything else aside, Zhao Qianci and Zhao Yonggeng certainly had a chance of passing the preliminary examination.

The results speak for themselves. Passing the preliminary exam is a certainty. And once you've passed, how far are you from becoming a scholar?

Recently, the Zhao family has received many invitations from strangers, including invitations from the Zhang family's general store for their son's full-month celebration and invitations from the Li family's silk shop owner for his birthday.

There were also invitations from some students who were not yet scholars.

Zhao Jiajun declined, citing his studies as the priority.

It's just a county-level exam, and these people are already extending olive branches. If you accept now, it will delay your studies, and you won't pass the prefectural exam. You'll lose face big time then.

When the attempt to get closer to the men of the Zhao family failed, some people started to set their sights on the Zhao family's eligible sons and daughters.

Recently, the Zhao family's matchmakers have been coming in batch after batch.

Wang Caixia and Tian Xiaolan were getting annoyed with the reception.

"My mother-in-law said that she doesn't plan to get married or marry off her daughter within the next year or two."

Although I am the children's elder, this is a matter of life and death for them, and I cannot make this decision for the time being. Please decline the Zheng family's marriage proposal.

In this weather, it's kind of you to go through all this trouble. Take this money and buy some snacks to treat yourself.

It's really incredibly annoying.

This is already the umpteenth matchmaker I've seen off.

There was no other way, so the Zhao family locked the back door every day. The Zhao family girl never appeared again at the front shop's cashier or food preparation area.

If it weren't for the fact that the shop was so busy, the two sisters-in-law would have liked to send their daughters back to Zhao Family Village.

Upon further reflection, sending them back to the village would be even more troublesome, with all the distant relatives coming to arrange marriages for them every day.

Zhao Family Village has indeed been quite lively lately, with most of the able-bodied people coming to help with the work at Zhao Family Village.

Liu Wang was also temporarily transferred back to work as an accountant, responsible for recording and paying for the daily deliveries of fruit trees, thorn vines, seeds, timber, stone slabs, and sand.

With many hands making light work, the mountain that the Zhao family had purchased underwent a dramatic transformation in just over a month.

The area was surrounded by thorny vines, clearly demarcating a path that allowed two horse-drawn carriages to travel side-by-side. A stone-paved staircase led directly to a wooden cabin halfway up the mountain.

Terraced fields, green trees, grass, and flowerbeds create a beautiful picture.

A sign reading "Qingshan Xiaozhu" hangs at the mountain gate, indicating that this mountain peak has an owner.

Now, in the breeding area on the mountain, more than a thousand fluffy birds have shed their small yellow feathers and grown a lot of white feathers, and their wings have also grown some hard feathers.

They followed behind the mother hens, searching for insects on the ground.

The transplanted fruit trees have survived, and Zhao Qingyan plans to graft them after the fruit seeds in her space have sprouted into seedlings, hoping to enjoy high-quality fruit varieties.

On the fifth day of the fourth lunar month, the Zhao family returned to Zhao Village together.

Tomorrow is the Zhao family's housewarming party; the whole family is moving into their new house halfway up the mountain.

After arriving home, everyone put down their things and immediately rushed up the mountain to visit their new home.

Wang Caixia, Tian Xiaolan, Liu Xiaohua, and Zhang Cuicui, the four women who had married into the family, stood outside their new house, their hearts pounding with emotion.

When she married into the Zhao family, she thought that would be the best of times. Little did she know that the Zhao family could give them an even better life.

My heart is filled with gratitude.

They knew perfectly well that these changes in the Zhao family had nothing to do with them or their men; all the changes were thanks to Madam Huang and Zhao Qingyan.

"Honey, come quick! What are you standing there for? Come and see, this is our house. It's ours!"

Zhao Qingshan excitedly called out to his wife.

Zhao Yonggeng ran over and pulled Tian Xiaolan toward the house with his name engraved on it.

"This, this is our house, we'll live in the same house?"

Liu Xiaohua asked uncertainly.

Zhao Qingshan nodded excitedly.

"Yes, didn't Third Sister go to town to ask us what our thoughts and requests were? I thought she would be lucky to build a courtyard house like that."

Unexpectedly, it was built in this separate and independent manner.

Come on in and take a look! Each house is spaced far apart, and they all look different. No more embarrassing noises at night! Hehe.

After Zhao Qingshan finished speaking, he grinned foolishly, making Liu Xiaohua's face burn as if she had applied the reddest rouge.

"Silly boy, saying all sorts of things in broad daylight," Liu Xiaohua said coquettishly.

"Hehe, it's just the two of us, what are we afraid of? Besides, look, there are only about ten meters between each house, who can hear us? Hehehehe..."

Similar conversations were taking place between the couples.

Zhao Minggeng, a single old man, looked around his room, wandered around for a while, and then suddenly threw himself onto the bed.

"Ah, this is so comfortable. Sleeping in a big bed all by myself is great. At least I don't have to sleep with those two little brats anymore."

When little Zhao Qingbei saw that there was a wooden slide in her room, she jumped up and down with excitement.

"Sister, sister, you are the best sister in the world."

He stuck his head out of the window and loudly expressed his gratitude to Zhao Qingyan.

"I heard you. Study hard and make progress every day from now on. Keep it up, I believe in you."

Zhao Qingyan, who was pruning a fruit tree, heard the little one's call and quickly responded.

"It's beautiful, so beautiful! Much prettier than brick houses. I just wonder if it will be cold in winter."

Zhao Qian asked Huang about it.

"Hey, what are you worried about? Don't be fooled by the fact that the house is made of wood. You didn't see how thick the wood is."

Besides, look at this small two-story building. There's a kang (heated brick bed) on the first floor, and we sleep on beds on the second floor.

In winter or when the weather is damp, we'll heat the kang (heated brick bed), and all the moisture will be gone. Are you still afraid of the cold?

There is also an insulation layer on the roof, so in the summer, whether you live upstairs or downstairs, you won't feel hot.

This house is a wonderful house that I, an old woman, could never have dreamed of. You should cherish your good fortune.

Mrs. Huang was very pleased with herself as she explained the advantages of the new house to the old man.

After the visit, everyone must go down the mountain to retrieve their important belongings from their respective rooms. When they move again the next day, they can only take a symbolic amount.

Going uphill is fast, but going downhill is even faster; in the blink of an eye, the person is gone.