After he and his mother-in-law separated, he built a house and stocked a warehouse full of grain and

After the discussion, the five dolls fell silent.

Bai Ziqian was also autistic, so he reluctantly said, "Okay, I'll try it at your house first."

If he finds out that they lied to him, he will not hesitate to go to another village to find something to do!

No matter what, he must not go back empty-handed because he always makes fun of other people's children.

Shui Qing watched the change of expression on Bai Ziqian's face, and gradually understood in her heart.

After all, he was still a half-grown child who didn't know how to hide his emotions. His parents protected him very well, but instead of raising him to be stupid and sweet, he raised a stupid and angry person.

It might as well be silly and sweet, but it is still sweet and can provide emotional value.

She said no longer politely: "Go, wash the dishes, boil water and wash up. Later, a villager will come to hand over chicken head rice. By the way, you can read the scale, right?"

Bai Ziqian's face was blue and white.

Okay, Shui Qing understood, "If you don't know how to read a scale, then you can only do physical work. You mix chicken food and feed the chickens;

It's too late today and it's easy to wash your clothes. You wake up early tomorrow to wash them, and then follow me to the back hill to plant fruit trees... That's pretty much it. You don't have much time to live, so you can do it. "

Bai Ziqian opened his mouth. Isn't this a short life?

After Shuiqing gave the instructions, he clapped his hands to several children: "Okay, let's go to work."

She tried her best to give them better food and drink, and they couldn't let their life skills go to waste.

She is not a mother who does all the work and suffers all the hardships, while her children do not have to do any work.

Her purpose has always been not to raise idle people.

Before Shui Qing could finish her words, the five children stood up in a hurry, each doing their own work with a clear division of labor.

Bai Ziqian only saw Yan Qiuxing holding the scales and the basket.

Fan Jiang Fan He went to the spring to fetch water.

Little Fan Hu is clearing away the dishes.

He could only follow Fan Hu, who was still a glutinous rice dumpling, and asked: "I will do all this work from now on, what will you do?"

Fan Hu counted on his fingers and told his elder brother: "Brother, we have a lot to do. Look, we can go to the vegetable field and continue farming before it gets completely dark. We can grow more vegetables in the future." .

Get up tomorrow, first read and write."

"Wait, you can still read and write?" Bai Ziqian was really shocked.

Aren't they country people? It's not that he looked down upon him, but it was because pen, ink, paper and inkstones were all expensive, let alone reading and literacy.

Do they have money?

Fan Hu proudly raised his chin and said proudly, "Of course."

"Then where did you go to school?"

Fan Hu answered all questions: "We don't need to go out, my father taught us well."

Bai Ziqian just realized that Fan Jin was wearing a scholar's gown, but he didn't expect that he was still a scholar.

However, "Paper, ink, pens and inkstones are very expensive. If you don't have any," he can give them some... Stop, those are also things belonging to the Bai family, not earned by him.

Fan Hu keenly heard the kindness in his elder brother's tone. He waved his hands like his mother-in-law and explained: "No, no, we don't use pen and ink.

Dad found some smooth slates in the back mountain. We only need to use a brush dipped in water to write on the slates. Isn’t it very smart? "

Bai Ziqian touched Fan Hu's furry head and praised, "Very smart."

There is a way for fish and shrimps, but there is no way for snails to turn around.

He saw that Fan Hu's small stature was struggling to carry the stoneware basin, so he took it over. Doing these menial tasks was not as difficult as he thought before.

"You three are studying and practicing calligraphy, and what are your two sisters doing?" Aren't the girls the ones to wash the clothes?

Fan Hu put all the bowls and chopsticks into the big wooden basin, raised his head and said, "They also need to read and practice calligraphy."

Bai Ziqian was stunned. It was not common for girls from wealthy families to study and practice calligraphy, let alone from peasant families.

“My grandma said that girls’ hands are long and beautiful, and they are best used for holding pens and writing;

Grandma also said that our men’s hands are broad and thick, and they can rub clothes cleanly and quickly, so now the eldest brother and the second brother wash all the clothes in our house! "

Bai Ziqian: I can’t say what’s right about it, but it sounds very reasonable.

"Brother, when you do the laundry tomorrow, can you wash it cleanly and quickly, better than my eldest and second brothers?" Fan Hu asked with gleaming black eyes and full of trust.

Bai Ziqian puffed up his chest: "Of course!"

Fan Hu nodded with satisfaction, and the corner of his mouth raised into a smile the moment he lowered his head.

He evenly sprinkled a layer of plant ash on the bowls and chopsticks. Bai Ziqian's brows jumped as he watched, "What are you doing?"

"Remove the oil, otherwise it will be difficult to remove the oil stains on the bowl and basin. Plant ash is easy to use. After rinsing it a few times, the bowl will be as clean as new."

Bai Ziqian said no more, rolled up his sleeves and joined in washing the dishes.

Shui Qing and Fan Jin looked at everything here from a distance.

"Shui Qing, can the child do well?"

Can a rich man with clothes on his hands and food on his hands and a mouth open for him, surrounded by servants and maids, be able to do menial work?

Shui Qing said indifferently: "If you can do it well, you can stay. If you can't do it well, leave. Our family doesn't have enough money to support freeloaders."

She will make him do well and make him meet her expectations.

She has no experience in raising children, but managing and cultivating employees is her strength.

Besides, if they give him a meal, he will be grateful. But if they keep giving him free meals and raising him, he may be grateful to them at first. As time goes by, he may gradually think that Of course.

In the future, if they don't feed him, or make him work before feeding him, they might even incur resentment.

So, why not set the rules at the beginning and let him earn it through his own labor?

She didn't want his gratitude, she just wanted a laborer.

Don't call her cruel, after all, he is not her child, and she has no obligation to raise him in vain.

Fan Jin has always supported Shui Qing's decision unconditionally.

And tomorrow, he has to teach several children to read and write in the morning, and in the afternoon he has to go out to 'buy' grain and other fruit trees to transport back. He can't spare time to dig holes during the day.

Digging holes is a very tiring and boring job. Before, he was worried about who would dig holes during the day, but now he didn't have to worry about it.

Bai Ziqian felt that after coming to Shanshui Village, he slept later than a dog, woke up earlier than a chicken, and worked harder than an ox.

The Fan family was not polite to him at all.

Except that the food tastes different than others, nothing is as good!

There was no bed or quilt. Fan Jin, an adult, and four boys were squeezed into the small thatched house. It is no exaggeration to say that he could not straighten his legs at all!

But he couldn't say yet, because other people's legs couldn't straighten, and it was because of his arrival.

Then he washed clothes, collected and washed dishes, pulled weeds from the vegetable field, plowed the ground, sown vegetable seeds, dug holes... The tasks that he had not done in the first 13 years, after coming to Fan's house, he put in the work that he had done in his previous eighteen lives. All done!