"In addition to the charcoal we've saved for burning at home and making charcoal pencils, we've already stockpiled three thousand kilograms. It's time to start selling it."
"I'm planning to go to the city and pick them up when Big Brother is off duty."
Mrs. Hu was worried. "It's snowing so heavily outside. If you're in a hurry, walk slowly. Take this leather jacket to your eldest brother. He was wearing too little when he left this morning."
Ji Fengshou took it and kept the matter in mind.
Ji Changying handed him a hood, the furry inside was made of rabbit fur.
"This is what my mother and I made. Whether it works or not, you can just make do with it. Don't be disgusted by it!"
The hat was sewn crookedly and didn't look very good, but you could roughly tell it was a hat.
Ji Fengshou's face had not yet shown an expression of disgust, but his expression immediately changed when he heard his daughter's words.
He looked at the hat in his hand with a face full of love: "This is a gift from my wife and children, how could I despise it? I cherish it so much!"
Ji Changying showed a satisfied smile on her face: "That's enough for you to know."
"Okay, enough talking, I have to go!"
Watching his nephews put baskets of charcoal onto the mule cart, Ji Fengshou asked them to put two boxes of charcoal pencils on, and then he led the mule out with a solemn oath.
There is nothing to do during the winter except eating and drinking.
The whole family simply crowded into the main hall and kept two charcoal braziers burning brightly, each busy with their own affairs.
Ji Changying showed You Tianming the picture of the bookshelf she had drawn: "The bookshelf in Xiaochuan's room should be designed like this. You can put a few books you need on it when you write."
You Tianming understood immediately: "In this case, we need to make the desk wider, otherwise the surface won't be big enough and it will be difficult to unfold the rice paper."
"That's up to you."
Ji Changying only provides a rough appearance, and the details must be determined by the craftsman.
Ji Mingxue sighed, "Why are we still studying? It's useless since we won't be able to take the imperial examination in this lifetime anyway."
Ji Mingxuan couldn't read the book in his hand anymore.
He also felt confused during this period.
Everyone seems to have his own things to do, but where is his future?
There is no way out at all.
He seemed to only know how to read, and couldn't even burn firewood to cook. He was not as eloquent as his uncle, and even as an accountant, he was not as good as his third brother in using an abacus.
As for my second brother... he can be ignored.
Ji Changying said nonchalantly, "Who has the right to say such things? What if the old emperor dies and the new emperor grants amnesty to the whole country? We are not slaves. After ten or eight years, who will remember this? What will happen if we really take the imperial examination?"
The whole family gasped. Mrs. Hu stepped forward and quickly covered her mouth: "Auntie! How can you say such things casually? What if someone hears it!"
The only outsider here is You Tianming, but this person's indenture is in her hands.
If she is not having a good time, the other party will definitely be worse off than her. Ji Changying is sure of this.
Zhou pulled down Hu's hand and said, "Why are you covering it? Ah Ying is right. Who knows how many more years the old emperor can live?"
She curled her lips, not quite caring.
Hu was frightened by what they said, her chest pounding. "Shut up! No one is allowed to say anything more!"
Ji Mingxuan picked up the book again and tried hard to ignore Ji Changying's words, but he was still distracted.
Ji Minghao's heart was filled with huge waves, and he had a bold guess in his mind. This idea made his heartbeat infinitely amplified.
Why didn't the emperor carve words on their faces? And why did he exile them but not classify them as slaves?
Is it really because of being soft-hearted?
No, he doesn't believe it.
Maybe this is a big game, and they are just insignificant pieces in the whole world.
His blood began to boil at the thought of this.
Who says chess pieces can’t turn over?
His hands were shaking with excitement. He couldn't help but take out his charcoal pencil and found a clean page in his notebook to write down:
Has the emperor already chosen a successor?
So, could Ji be the person the emperor prepared for the new emperor?
After writing down these two questions, Ji Minghao decided to start with the emperor's life.
I plan to wait for my father to come back and ask him about what happened before and after the founding of the People's Republic of China.
Ji Changying didn't realize that she was just talking nonsense, and her third brother was thinking about all these things in his mind.
The charcoal fire made the entire main hall warm. The remains of my grandparents were placed on the high hall, waiting for the next spring to find a good feng shui place for burial.
Time passed minute by minute. Mrs. Hu had already prepared dinner and was waiting for the two brothers Ji Fengshou to come back, but she never saw them.
Instead, she was feeling anxious and uneasy. The closer it got to dark, the more restless she became to sit still. She even pricked her fingers several times with the needle while sewing the quilt.
Ji Changying finally couldn't bear it anymore and snatched the needle and thread from her hand: "Auntie, are you tired? Why don't you take a rest?"
Mrs. Hu nodded anxiously, "I don't know what's going on. I'm so worried. Why haven't your father and uncle come back yet?"
Ji Changying frowned and looked outside.
I stretched out my mental power very far but didn’t see Ji Feng coming back.
Instead, snowflakes kept falling to the ground, making the whole world seem exceptionally quiet.
On the back mountain of Xiaotian Village, two people appeared halfway up the mountain in the wind and snow.
Seeing the quiet village at the foot of the mountain, their faces lit up with joy and they looked at each other: "We found the place!"
"I'll wait here, you go back and inform Ye Hu!"
"good."
One person turned and ran in another direction, and the person left behind looked at the village at the foot of the mountain with greedy eyes.
Food, women, medicinal materials, no one can escape this time!
Ji Changying used her spiritual power to look in the direction of the county town but couldn't find anyone. She felt a little worried, but she tried to comfort Hu: "Maybe the county government had a lot of things to do today and delayed him. Let's wait a little longer."
"Yes, mother, take a rest first! Maybe father and uncle will be back soon."
Seeing that his mother was uneasy and could no longer sit still, Ji Mingxuan stood up and came over to comfort her.
"Oh! My stomach is growling with hunger." Ji Mingxue rubbed his stomach and complained heartlessly.
When Mrs. Hu heard this, she was in no mood to pay attention to him. She could only pray in her heart that the two of them would return safely and quickly.
Ji Changying felt a little stuffy in the room, so she got up and left.
Suddenly her eyes focused and she felt a large number of people approaching rapidly.
The spiritual power instantly spread over an area of ten miles, and many people with rough appearance and clothes were seen riding horses and galloping towards here.
With bows and arrows on their backs and scimitars slung at their sides, they were everywhere on the mountain roads! They would be here in less than a quarter of an hour.
She turned abruptly and went back into the house. "Something seems to have happened outside! I'll go take a look. You guys quickly pack up the food and valuables in the cellar!"
Mrs. Hu's head buzzed with excitement, and before she could pull her back, she saw her running out of the yard.
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