When the news reached the city, it was the first day of school for the three children.

When Qian Chunhua learned that the remaining bandits had all been arrested and were about to be executed, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that he no longer had to worry in fear.

Qian Chunhua had no sympathy at all for what happened to Zhao Yongqiang and his wife.

They deserved it. They had taken so much money from Zhao's mother and beaten Qingsong for eight years. Now they both had to experience the feeling of being beaten.

Since then, Zhao Yongqiang's family gradually faded out of Qian Chunhua's life.

Qian Chunhua sent Qingsong and the other two to the Dan Academy early in the morning.

Qian Xingshan also came to learn at the cloth shop arranged for him by Dong Mingshan, and started as a clerk.

Only Qian's mother and Qian Chunhua were left at home.

"Mom, I'm going to the bookstore to buy some pens, ink, paper and inkstone."

With free time, Qian Chunhua plans to start writing storybooks.

Before writing the storybook, Qian Chunhua still needed to pretend to practice calligraphy.

In fact, before traveling through time, Qian Chunhua had been practicing calligraphy since childhood under the supervision of his parents, and his best handwriting was in small regular script.

Now that I have traveled through time, my original self couldn’t even recognize words, so how could I write?

You can use Qingsong and the others as an excuse to teach you how to read, but writing beautiful regular script is not something you can learn simply by being taught.

Qian Chunhua still needs to practice pretending to be good at it.

Although there were nearly 40,000 taels of silver notes in the space, Qian Chunhua always felt uneasy because there was no stable cash flow every month.

"Okay, you go ahead."

Qian's mother was holding a hoe and digging the ground in the front yard. She planned to plant vegetables in the yard so that her family could be self-sufficient in vegetables.

Qian Chunhua neither opposed nor agreed with Qian's mother's ideas and practices.

As long as she is happy.

Since Qian Chunhua traveled through time, Qian's mother has been of great help to her.

After all, I had three children with me at the time, the oldest was only eight years old and the youngest was only four years old.

Without her mother Qian's help in taking care of the children, it was difficult for Qian Chunhua to free up her hands to do her own thing.

Even though they have moved to the capital, Qian's mother is still responsible for all the housework at home.

Qian Chunhua felt sorry for her mother's hard work and wanted to buy a few servants.

"Why work so hard? Life now is like heaven compared to the past." These were Qian's mother's exact words.

Qian's mother didn't feel it was hard work, and she didn't want Qian Chunhua to buy someone.

It's just a few dollars, don't waste it like this.

Qian Chunhua took tens of thousands of taels of silver notes and did not tell anyone.

The three children of Qingsong took the red envelopes and handed them directly to their mother. No one knew the exact amount in them.

In Qian's mother's mind, her daughter only had the one thousand taels of silver given by Wang Tai.

You can't just live off your savings before you have some income.

So Qian's mother firmly opposed her daughter buying someone.

Mother Qian had not been dazzled by the prosperity of the Dong Mansion. She knew very well that the Dong Mansion was the Dong Mansion and she was herself.

An occasional experience is enough. I don’t envy the life in the Dong family, nor do I complain about my own daily life.

Qian's mother had a good attitude and was in the right position, so Qian Chunhua liked this old lady more and more.

So Qian Chunhua was at a loss whether to laugh or cry when she saw her mother clearing wasteland in the yard and growing vegetables.

Forget it, let her be, just think of it as exercise.