MTL - Peasant Woman’s Decreed Life as a Wife-Chapter 7 Dawafang

  Chapter 7 The Big Tile House

  Ye Muyu recalled those memories of the original owner, and felt that the reason why they were more real might be because the original owner had a simple mind and Chu Heng, a scholar, had a deeper mind.

"Mother, there is still some floral cloth left in my room..." Chu Ziluo saw that Ye Muyu was silent, and opened her mouth tentatively. She didn't see any trace of anger on her mother's face, and she didn't even feel her anger. Ziluo was surprised and puzzled.

  But subconsciously, I feel that such a mother is really nice, if only I don't get angry with her all the time.

   "Then go get it."

   "Okay." Chu Ziluo stood up happily. The little girl looked yellow and thin, but on closer inspection, she had a pretty face, a pair of beautiful eyebrows, and her smile was like a peaceful crescent moon.

   "Go."

  As soon as Chu Ziluo left, Ye Muyu recalled the memory of the original owner. After a while, she got up and walked to the desk.

The desk is placed under the window, and there are two black wooden boxes on the left, which should be Chu Heng's clothes, and she can move the top, and the wooden box below, Chu Heng ordered, not to be moved, and at the same time, it is also locked .

  Beside the desk is the door.

  The courtyard of the Chu family is well maintained, it is a small courtyard with five openings and one entrance.

  The room she lives in is the front room of the right wing, and there is a guest room outside the courtyard, followed by a woodshed.

  Across from the house where she lived, the eldest daughter Chu Ziluo lived alone, and the room next to Chu Ziluo belonged to Chu Jin.

  Beside Chujin's house, there is a mule cart shed.

   Except for the wing rooms on both sides.

  The rest room on the right side of the main room is used as a warehouse. Chu Heng has eight acres of paddy fields and five acres of land under his name.

According to the harvest in memory, one mu of land can harvest about 200 catties of rice, and eight mu of paddy fields can only harvest 1,600 catties a year. Because Chu Heng has a reputation as a scholar and has a tax exemption quota, he does not need to pay taxes. , but need to give 40% to the tenants, and finally the family can leave more than 960 catties.

  But for one hundred catties of rice, only about sixty catties of rice can be harvested, and there are four hundred catties of grain in total.

   Usually, most of Chu Heng is not at home, only Yuanshen and his two children.

   I can't finish it at all.

   But Chu Ziluo, a young girl, is pale and thin, and she obviously doesn't have enough to eat often.

  The reason is also simple, the original body sold half of the food and exchanged it for silver to buy cloth for Chu Heng.

  She never sent these cloths to her natal family, and she didn't even mention it to anyone. She just silently gave them to Chu Heng every year, so that he would have enough to wear.

  Thinking, Ye Muyu stretched out his hand to open the wooden box, and there were indeed several pieces of cloth inside, mostly dark colors.

  Chu Heng is a scholar, not white, so it is appropriate to wear a cyan robe or a black and brown robe.

  Ordinary people mostly wear off-white cloth clothes.

  Chu Heng doesn't like to wear cyan, the original body knows this, and most of the clothes he bought for him are black or brown.

  After hesitating for a while, she took out a black cloth from inside.

  Finding scissors, sitting by the bed, slowly cutting.

  Chu Ziluo brought over the light-colored calico from her room, and also hugged the basket she usually uses for needlework.

   "Mother, I don't have many cloth ends, I can only make two pairs of shoe uppers."

   "Enough." Ye Muyu lifted the cloth head, looked at it, and felt that the color was not bad, because it was a light color, and embroidered some patterns on it, it would look even better.

   It's just that Ye Muyu felt jerky when he picked up the needle and planned to embroider according to the original owner's memory.

   Even if she remembers it, but in fact, she has never done needlework...

  (end of this chapter)