Transmigration: From Farmer To Empress

Mrs. Du was polite to Aunt Zhou and chatted for a while before sending her away.

When she returned to the back room, she saw that Mu Caiwei had gotten up from the kang and was squatting on the ground to put on her shoes. She hurriedly stepped forward and supported her daughter.

"Oh, Wei'er, you are just in good shape, why are you up? Go back to the kang and lie down..."

Mu Caiwei patted Du's hand gently and said, "Mom, my daughter is fine. Now she wants to move her muscles and bones. If she keeps lying like this, I'm afraid even a good person will get sick!"

Perhaps because she had just eaten a bowl of porridge, Mu Caiwei's face had some color and she spoke with full strength.

Mrs. Du stared at her daughter for a while and saw that she was more energetic than before. She felt relieved and went to work in the kitchen with the basket sent by Aunt Zhou.

Caiwei waved and called her second sister Cai Fei and third brother Chongwen over.

"Mayfair, go get the broom for your sister."

"Wu'er, go to the kitchen and help your sister find a sharp knife."

"I understand, eldest sister."

"I understand, eldest sister."

Fei'er and Wen'er were both obedient and ran back in the blink of an eye, one holding a broom and the other holding a kitchen knife.

"Sister, here it is."

Mu Caiwei stroked the big broom that Fei'er handed over, feeling secretly happy in her heart - luckily the broom at home was made of bamboo.

Just now she was worried that the brooms at home would be tied with finished sorghum ears, just like in modern Northeastern rural areas. If that happens, her perfect plan to get rich may be aborted!

"Sister, why did you cut these bamboo strips off the broom?"

The youngest brother, Mu Chongwu, stood next to Mu Caiwei, blinking his big eyes, looking at the eldest sister working seriously, with curiosity on his face.

"Sister wants to use it."

"Then why do you have to sharpen it at both ends?"

"Make a sign"

"What does sister do to make fortune sticks?"

"Wu'er will know tomorrow!"

"…"

Not long after, Mu Caiwei had five or six bamboo sticks in her hand. She folded them a few times and frowned: "No, it's not tough enough."

Under the kitchen, Mrs. Du was cutting potatoes and planned to cook some mashed potatoes to satisfy the children's hunger. When she heard footsteps, she raised her eyes and saw Caiwei walking in.

"Caiwei, what's the matter?"

"Well, Mom, is there any salt at home?" Mu Caiwei looked around.

"Yes." Mrs. Du pointed to a wooden shelf next to the stove. There was a greasy oil bottle hanging on it, and a black jar with a piece missing.

"Yes, there is, but there's only a little left." Du Shi handed the salt shaker to Caiwei.

Mu Caiwei took the salt shaker, looked at it closely, and let out a long breath: "Fortunately, it's enough."

"Weier, what are you doing looking for salt? Huh? What is that in your hand?" Du asked.

"It's nothing, mother, it's just my daughter tinkering with some gadgets."

Mu Caiwei didn't want to tell her mother about her plans. According to her mother's weak character, she would be frightened to death when she heard that she was going to hunt wild boars, and she would not agree to let her go no matter what. Therefore, all her plans must be kept secret until she hunts the wild boar.

"Mom, please go out first. Our kitchen is too small. I can't even turn around while you are here." Mu Caiwei imitated the little girl's coquettish behavior, shook Du Shi's arm, and then pushed Du Shi , pushed her out of the kitchen.

Du Shi smiled lovingly, reached out and tapped her daughter's forehead, and said angrily: "You girl, you are so naughty with this disease..."