Transmigration: The Evil Mother-In-Law Is Actually Innocent!-Chapter 23 - Plan_1

Zhulan went silent; the Zhou family’s chickens were indeed laying well, and the plan was to eat last year’s hens during Zhao’s confinement and the New Year—they really didn’t want to slaughter their own, but buying chickens to eat was even less acceptable, as it would show off their wealth and draw envy.

Zhou Shuren, “Kill it.”

Lady Li dared not say more, feeling chilled by today’s eunuch, “Okay, Father, I will go now.”

She ran off as fast as one escaping for their lives, very efficiently.

Zhou Shuren, looking down at his daughter with big eyes looking at him somewhat timidly, softened his heart and stroked his daughter’s hair, “Go help your sister-in-law watch your niece.

We’ll have chicken meat tonight.”

Xue Han smiled, her father was still the loving man he always was; he hadn’t changed, “Yes.”

Zhulan lay back down on the kang bed, which was covered with a mattress to avoid the cold since her body couldn’t withstand it.

Zhou Shuren also got onto the kang but didn’t lie down, leaning against the wall instead, which felt cold on his back, “We’re in the north, and winters were naturally cold in ancient times.

I’m thinking of renovating the house, redoing both the kang and the heated wall, and relaying the floors, so they don’t get dirty when it snows or rains.”

Zhulan, “Okay.”

Heated walls and fire pits existed in the Han Dynasty; they were simply rebuilding, which was not improper.

She also wanted to live comfortably, and regarding the floor, she agreed even more—a modern person used to cleanliness truly couldn’t accept dirt roads, especially indoors.

Zhulan continued, “Don’t just renovate our own house; fix the children’s as well.

Our poor health combined with Zhao’s impending childbirth is a sufficient and not excessive reason.”

Zhou Shuren paused, as he hadn’t been as immersed in this role as Zhulan; he only thought of himself and Zhulan, not their children, “Yes, your wish is my command, we’ll do it after the check-up, so we don’t get delayed by the autumn harvest and the increasingly cool days leading into winter.”

Zhulan, “Okay.”

Seeing that Zhulan’s eyelids were fighting a battle and she remained silent, he soon heard even breathing—the signs of sleep—and feeling sleepy himself, he lay down to rest too.

Zhulan had a good sleep and felt energetic.

Sitting up, she saw Zhou Shuren still asleep, so she got off the kang, not hearing the voices of the older children—it wasn’t noon yet!

The d*mn ancient times, where time was hard to gauge—she had to rely solely on her past life’s memory and thought about buying an hourglass; otherwise, timing became even more elusive.

The kitchen was filled with the smell of bone broth, which had been stewing for quite some time, making Zhulan hungry.

Lady Li was baking flatbreads and said obsequiously, “Madam, you’ve awoken.”

Zhulan hummed a response, took a large bowl, and returned with a bowl of dough, “For making the dumplings.”

Lady Li inhaled sharply, feeling pained by the waste, “A whole bowl of white flour, Mother—it’s too much.”

“Are you the steward or am I the steward?

Just cook the food.”

Lady Li kept silent, obediently taking the large bowl.

Zhulan sniffed the bone broth again; Lady Li had many little problems, but her cooking skills were really good—an advantage.

She also looked at the well-prepared chicken; it was quite fatty, with lots of chicken fat.

The thought of noodles cooked in chicken oil made her even hungrier.

A sobbing sound came from outside the house.

Zhulan, “…..”

She couldn’t understand why there was crying again—these days truly wore on her spirit!