After lunch, Hua Qingcheng returned to the kitchen to organize the things she brought back from the mountain in the morning.
The hen soup was still stewing on the stove. Yu Xiaotian took the two wild rabbits and the wild rooster to the yard and kept them there first. He also gave the herbs in the backpack to Han Yichen to deal with.
"Li Ge, wash the dishes and these bayberries and share them with everyone."
Mu Lige, who was washing dishes, looked up when he heard this and saw his wife opening a package wrapped in lotus leaves, revealing the bright red mountain bayberries inside, which were bright and juicy and very tempting.
"Okay, wife."
Looking at his wife who always cared about them, Mu Lige felt a soft touch in his heart and gave Hua Qingcheng a warm smile.
“Cough cough cough…”
Unexpectedly, the original owner's doctor smiled so beautifully that Hua Qingcheng stared at him for a while. After a moment, realizing her own loss of composure, Hua Qingcheng felt a little uncomfortable and covered her lips with her fist, pretending to cough a few times and clearing her throat.
"By the way, should we go to town or buy tables, chairs, and benches somewhere else?"
Hua Qingcheng was completely unfamiliar with this place, so she made small talk to divert the awkwardness and asked about Mu Lige.
"We do have ready-made ones available in town, but they're quite expensive. Aunt Qianyi from our Huaqiao Village is a carpenter with excellent craftsmanship. Village daughters and sons often have their furniture custom-made by her, as it's more economical than buying ready-made furniture. And if we provide the fir wood ourselves, we only need to pay her for the labor, saving a significant amount of money."
"I see..."
Hua Qingcheng seemed to be lost in thought when she heard this. The place where the original owner lived was indeed bare. Although they now had a hundred taels of silver notes, things in the world are unpredictable, so they always had to keep some money for emergencies. Naturally, they had to save as much as possible on daily expenses.
"Okay, I'll go to the back mountain to cut some fir trees this afternoon. When you're done, go find Aunt Qianyi and order a set of tables, chairs, benches, four single beds, a large bed, five wardrobes, and a new wooden door for the yard."
Hua Qingcheng decided to buy the essential items first and then deal with the other things later.
"Wife, this...isn't this too much? We don't need to make new beds for the four of us, and we don't need wardrobes either. If you want, just make one for your room first."
Hearing Hua Qingcheng's words, Mu Lige felt a pain on his face. How much money would it cost to do so much?
Hua Qingcheng felt a pang of distress at the frugal doctor, knowing he had been forced to do so by the long years of hardship he had endured with the original owner. Although Hua Qingcheng also enjoyed saving money, she never treated herself badly, always spending when she needed to. Earning money and improving one's quality of life should be a virtuous cycle, not a contradiction; otherwise, making money loses its meaning.
"You have to spend what you need to spend. If you lose money, you can earn it back. That's it."
Looking at his wife who made the decision directly, Mu Lige didn't know what to say.
"Every 1st, 4th, and 7th day in town is a market day. Tomorrow, the 17th, is market day. You can go to the market to buy pots, pans, and other utensils."
"Okay, I'll go with you tomorrow."
Hua Qingcheng thought about the treasures lurking in the deep mountains of Pinglan Mountain. She thought she could pick some more while she was logging this afternoon. She could go to town tomorrow and maybe even sell some mountain products or find a stable livelihood.
Mu Lige washed the dishes, cleaned the stove and kitchen, washed the bayberries, and distributed some to everyone, though he left most of them for Hua Qingcheng. Then he went out to ask Aunt Qianyi in the village to order some furniture.
It was noon, and the sun was shining brightly, so Hua Qingcheng decided to go back to her room to rest for a while. Thinking of the little tiger in the morning, Hua Qingcheng locked the door and entered the villa in the space.
The little tiger cub opened its mouth and cried for food. Hua Qingcheng quickly fed it a bowl of slightly warmed milk. After it was full, she was about to put it back on the blanket to sleep, but she found that the blanket was wet and there was some smelly excrement on it.
Hua Qingcheng was speechless and devastated. This was just like raising a child. She found a cardboard box, padded it with an old piece of clothing, and placed the little tiger cub inside. Then she took the dirty blanket and went out, because she remembered there was a small river not far from the villa.
As soon as she left the villa, Hua Qingcheng saw the things she had stored in the yard during her time at Pinglan Mountain. There were bamboo shoots, mushrooms, wild vegetables, bayberries, and many other herbs, as well as a group of running rabbits and pheasants.
It was just strange that the bamboo shoots, mushrooms, wild vegetables and bayberries all looked very fresh, as if they had just been picked; moreover, these wild rabbits and pheasants were surprisingly well behaved and did not make any noise.
At this time, Hua Qingcheng didn't know that the food was kept fresh because the space in the villa was relatively static, and the animals were not noisy because the king of beasts lived in the villa. Although he was small, that was due to the fear and obedience suppressed by his blood.
Hua Qingcheng took the dirty blanket out of the yard and drove the wild rabbits and pheasants to the open space outside the villa yard, letting them eat grass and catch insects on their own.
The last time she came here, there was a large flat open space. But this time when she came back, Hua Qingcheng found that there were many agricultural machinery and equipment parked outside the villa yard, including those for land preparation, seeds, harvesting, and even plant protection.
But, looking at the neatly parked tractors, rotary tillers, ridgers, seed drills, harvesters, and so on, why did they seem so familiar? Weren't these the same things she had used while working undercover on a farm for six months while investigating a major case?
Looking at the boundless vast land, Hua Qingcheng's mouth twitched slightly. Could it be that the time-traveling god sent her here to farm?
Hua Qingcheng washed the blanket in the river and then went back to hang it in the yard. She also brought some wild vegetables and bamboo shoots into the kitchen. She had eaten a lot at noon, so she stopped eating. She only washed a few grapes for herself and then went back to her room to lie on the comfortable bed and eat while enjoying the air conditioning.
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