Chapter 23 Plan

Zhou Shuren supported him patiently, "Yes."

Li was the most panicked. Her mother-in-law was looking at her. She said weakly, "Mother."

Zhulan was also panicking. Even taking medicine alone was not enough. She still needed to supplement her nutrition. She didn't want to die early. "I'll catch an old hen from last year and kill it later."

Li suspected that she had heard it wrongly, and her voice was like a Tuoba rat screaming, "Kill the chicken?"

Zhu Lan covered her chest, fortunately she didn't have a heart attack, otherwise she would have died early. She said coldly, "Yes, kill the chicken and stew it tonight, and stew a big bone at noon. I'll get you some noodles later, and use the bone soup to make dumpling soup."

Li was even more panicked than before. Was she going to stop living like this? What had upset her mother-in-law today?

"Mom, the old hen is laying eggs!"

Zhulan was silent. The Zhou family's chickens were well-raised and were indeed laying eggs. The original plan was to give the old hens last winter to Zhao to eat during her confinement and the New Year. She really couldn't bear to kill her own chickens, but going out to buy chickens was even worse, as that would be a show of wealth and would attract more attention.

Zhou Shuren: "Killed him."

Li didn't dare to say anything. She felt that her father-in-law was a bit too much. "Okay, okay, Dad. I'll go right away."

He ran away to death, very swiftly.

Zhou Shuren looked down and saw the young lady looking at him timidly with big eyes. His heart softened and he touched the young lady's hair. "Go help your sister-in-law take care of your niece. We'll have chicken tonight."

Xue Han narrowed her eyes. This was still the father who loved her. He hadn’t changed. “Yeah.”

Zhulan returned to the house and lay down on the kang, which was covered with a mattress. Otherwise, the kang was a little cold and her body could not bear it.

Zhou Shuren also got on the kang, but he didn't lie down but sat against the wall. His back was also cold. "This is in the north, and winters in ancient times were colder. I'm thinking of renovating the house, rebuilding the kang and the fire wall, and resurfacing the floor to prevent it from getting dirty when it snows or rains."

Zhulan, "Okay."

Fire walls and fire pits have existed since the Han Dynasty. They just didn't rebuild them in an extraordinary way. She also wanted to live comfortably. As for the ground, she agreed even more. Clean modern people really can't accept dirt roads, especially indoors.

Zhulan added, "Don't just fix our own room, fix the children's as well. We are not in good health and Zhao wants to have a child. The reason is sufficient and not abrupt."

Zhou Shuren was stunned. His sense of empathy was not as good as Zhulan's. He only thought of himself and Zhulan, not the children. "Okay, I'll listen to you. I'll do it after the follow-up visit, so that we don't have to wait until winter when we are busy with the autumn harvest and the weather gets colder day by day."

Zhulan, "Okay."

Zhou Shuren saw Zhulan's eyelids drooping, but he didn't say anything. Sure enough, after a while he heard her regular breathing. He was infected by the sleepiness and lay down to rest.

Zhulan had a good sleep and felt strong enough. She sat up and watched Zhou Shuren sleeping again. She got up and went to bed. She didn't hear any voices from the eldest and second sons. It was not even noon yet!

In that damn ancient time, it was hard to tell the time. She recalled her original body's memories and thought about buying an hourglass, otherwise she would get even more unsure.

The kitchen was filled with the smell of bone soup. It had been stewing for quite some time and Zhulan was a little hungry.

Li was making cakes and said flatteringly, "Mom, you're awake."

Zhulan hummed, took a large bowl, and then brought back a bowl of noodles, "To make dumplings."

Li took a deep breath and felt distressed. It was a big bowl of white flour. "Mom, it's too much."

"You are the butler or I am the butler, and I will cook your meals."

Li didn't dare to say anything and took the big bowl obediently.

Zhulan smelled the bone soup again. Although Li had many minor flaws, his cooking skills were impeccable, which was his advantage. She looked at the slaughtered chicken again. The chicken was fat enough and had a lot of chicken fat. She thought of chicken oil noodles. She couldn't help feeling even hungrier.

There were sobbing sounds outside.

Zhulan, "........"

I really don’t understand why you are crying. This life is so miserable!