After rebirth, I went from a peasant girl to the richest man

It was already noon when Father Bai returned home.

Since Dayang Village was newly relocated, we had no time to deal with it before because we had to catch up with the busy farming season. Now there are many trivial matters piling up in the village that the village chief and the head of the village have to sort out together, and we don’t even have time to go home for lunch.

After returning home today, Mr. Bai thought he would have a warm bed with his wife. But when he saw a third person in the room, his eyes widened in surprise: "Little boy, why are you here? When I left this morning, I heard from your mother that you were all drunk last night. How are you now?"

"I tell you, you are still young, so you should drink in moderation. Otherwise, you will have a splitting headache from the hangover and it will be very uncomfortable." Father Bai was tired after a day of work. As he spoke, he sat next to Mother Bai, picked up the tea on the small coffee table and drank it up without any courtesy.

Only after he drank a whole pot of tea did he sigh comfortably and lean back on the sofa to rest.

"You don't know, but there are so many things to do here. Just reorganizing the household registration information of the village population is a huge project. The population of each household, the neighbors, what the people in the family do, their temperaments... all need to be recorded in the register."

"After the booklet is made, a copy must be sent to the provincial government office. Every year after the autumn harvest, someone from above will come with the booklet for verification."

"Fortunately, Lord Wen is an honest official. He didn't collect any extra taxes from the sale of potatoes this time. He said that all taxes would be collected after the autumn harvest, which happens only once a year. All extra income from the fields would go to the villagers. Otherwise, I would have to unify the tax payments for each family's potato income this time, which would be a headache."

Father Bai looked at Mother Bai, who had no extra expression throughout the whole process, and deliberately teased her, "Daughter-in-law, it would be great if you were the head of the village. You would be able to handle all the work of checking the accounts and records."

"I can't even read a few words. I went to a private school for two years when I was young, and I even made the teacher so angry that he asked a doctor to come several times. Now that I'm the village head, I finally understand what the teacher meant when he looked at me with such disappointment!"

Father Bai talked nonstop from the moment he entered the door, as if he had been separated from Mother Bai for a whole day, and he wanted to finish what he had not said all day in the shortest possible time.

But the situation today is a little different. The person who would have gently handed over a handkerchief to wipe the sweat off his face is now sitting upright. Looking closely at his delicate and dignified face, one can still see some remaining anger.

Father Bai hesitated and said, "Who offended you?"

Mother Bai didn't know what had happened since then, but her eyes became as calm as a still pond. Although she listened to her husband talking endlessly about his day's experiences, she, who in the past would always agree with him gently, was silent today, an unusual moment.

It was not until she heard Mr. Bai's question that she turned her beautiful eyes and looked at Mr. Bai deeply: "I remember you said before that you would slowly take care of the children's upbringing, right?"

Father Bai looked at the pair of eyes that had attracted him countless times in the past, and now he was unusually timid: "Yes... yes."

His two dark eyeballs moved quickly, as if he remembered something, and he quickly added: "Did those brats get drunk last night and do something to piss you off today?"

He asked angrily, stood up, rolled up his sleeves and began to look around the room for a suitable weapon, but anyone with a discerning eye could see that there was no anger on his face.

Bai's mother and Bai Qingyun looked at the people pretending and did not try to stop them. Instead, they found the show somewhat funny, adding a nice spice to today's torture.

About a cup of tea later, the two of them sat on the sofa and listened to countless complaints from Bai's father about his three children. Finally, they realized that they were the only character in this play and it was no different from a one-man show. Then they sat dejectedly on the sofa waiting for Bai's mother's "judgment".

"Tell me what those brats did. I will definitely catch them and bring them to you to make them admit their mistakes."

In his heart, he did not think that drinking last night was a big deal. When he was his age, he often stole his father's wine. When he grew up and went into the mountains to hunt, he could not do without wine in his cowhide bag.

After all, the old saying that alcohol makes cowards brave is true. If you see a bear or a tiger, drink some wine and then run away so your legs won't be so weak.

It must be no small matter that could make my wife so angry.

He had already made plans to take the wooden sword to the training ground to "torture" the three boys!

Bai's mother looked at Bai's father with amusement. It seemed that what this man said in the room at night was so sincere that if he really started fighting, he would be reluctant to do it because of the pain!

Although such a father is better than those children in the village who run around the village with branches and beat them at will, but... it doesn't make sense that she, as a mother, has to bear the brunt of the anger of raising a child!

My mother-in-law once said that with some kinds of anger, it is easy to get angrier if one person is feeling it, but if two people are feeling it, maybe watching each other being angry can become fun!

Father Bai: “…” My dear mother, I am blessed to have you!

Bai's mother rolled her eyes and asked, "They were drunk last night and delayed Bai Yi's morning class today. Do you think they should be punished?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Father Bai nodded quickly like a chick pecking at rice, fearing that he would hesitate for even a moment longer.

Bai's mother nodded in satisfaction. "I have already punished the other children. The eldest and the other three were punished to carry a water jar and do embroidery. Although Shu'er and the others have practiced martial arts for many days, their foundation is still weak, so they were punished to do embroidery alone."

Father Bai didn't wait for Mother Bai to finish, and immediately said, "Yes, it's right for you to punish me like this. No matter what, I can't let it affect my studies!"

He knew that his wife attached the most importance to the children's studies. The children in the family had originally started learning late, and now the family no longer had to worry about having enough food, so the children's studies could not be delayed for a single day.

What he said was also in line with what his daughter-in-law felt.

"Since the punishment is good, then take a look at the results of today's punishment!" After saying this, Bai's mother ignored Bai Qingyun's red face and directly took out several embroideries hidden behind the sofa pillows.

"The children's works are all here, so it's a good opportunity for you, as a father, to appreciate them as well!"

Father Bai glanced at his daughter who buried her head in the fox's hair, then picked up the paintings suspiciously. Even if he was slow to react, he realized that the problem probably lay with his youngest child, not with those brats.

His brows furrowed immediately. This was much more difficult to deal with than having this happen to a few brats!

Father Bai's eyes were focused on the work in front of him, but his mind was racing, thinking about how to deal with this happy yet troubled life today.

Fortunately, he had a lot of life experience, and he quickly came up with a temporary plan in his mind.