Jiang Shuyun truly felt that she was lucky. In her previous life, her parents had laid a material foundation for her, allowing her to live as she pleased for over forty years.
In this life, having met Yi'an, he no longer had to worry about daily necessities, except for studying hard for the imperial examinations.
"I don't know, it depends on their luck."
Mu Yi'an knew that in ancient times, there were many ways to make money; it all depended on how one chose.
She did hope that when Shao Ming and the others grew up, she would have a sufficient material foundation. That way, the children's path would be easier.
That's all for later. Let's go check out the woodland and that hilltop first, and see what we can plant.
Shao Yun, whom his parents had mentioned, was traveling around with Master Zhao, looking for a perfect place to build a martial arts training ground, preferably one where horses could run.
Master Zhao said that he can learn to ride a horse next year.
On a flat area not far from the wasteland, Steward Li had already sent someone to deliver building materials.
Uncle Jiang Mian and the villagers are working hard to build their own houses. Everyone is excited and energetic.
It's not too far from the main courtyard, and it's located upwind of the wasteland. There's also a well nearby, making life very convenient.
The village not only grows crops but also vegetables, producing and selling them themselves, which yields much higher profits than simply growing grain.
Medicinal herbs can be planted in the woodland, and fruit trees can be planted on that hillside. Chickens can be raised in the fruit orchard, and medicinal herbs can also be grown there.
In the past few days, Mu Yi'an has explored the entire estate and has formed an intangible picture in his mind.
Mu Yi'an's painting skills were mediocre, so he entrusted this task to Jiang Shuyun: to draw a plan of Zhuangzi.
The whole village came alive; everyone had something to do and everyone got involved.
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