The daily life of a space tycoon raising children, doting on his husband, and farming.

Chapter 93 Two Circles
“Of course.” Stone understood and smiled, gesturing for the four to sit down. “It was agreed that we’d eat with the family, so there’s no reason for us to be at two separate tables.”

Ma Jieyong smiled awkwardly and quickly sat down.

The people on both sides weren't very familiar with each other, but with Shi Tou, who was good at chatting, the atmosphere at the dinner table was quite lively.

After dinner, Shang Wan showed He Sizhi the sketch of the new house that Lu Chengjing had drawn.

"Master He, take a look, is it possible to build it according to the blueprints?"

He Sizhi put down his teacup and took the blueprint to examine it closely.

After Shi Tou brought the four of them to his home, before it got dark, the three of them, master and apprentice, didn't even pack their luggage. They first walked around the foundation of the old house, then looked at the materials that could be salvaged and reused, as well as the red bricks and lime that Shang Wan had brought back, and got a general idea of ​​the situation.

After looking at the blueprints, He Sizhi pondered for a moment, pointed out several unreasonable points, and asked, "Can this blueprint be changed?"

“Of course,” Shang Wan said. “Do as you please.”

Having received permission, He Sizhi then pulled out something resembling a charcoal pencil from his sleeve, covered with a dark blue cloth so that his hands wouldn't get dirty when using it.

Based on his experience, He Sizhi modified several corners and joints of the house, added a chimney to the kitchen, marked the location of the fire wall, the location of the doorway, and the layout of the interior rooms... Although the drawing was rough, after his modification, the places that Lu Chengjing had glossed over on the drawing became clear instantly.

Ordinary bricklayers don't have He Sizhi's skills, so there's a reason why his wages are high.

Shang Wan glanced at Lu Chengjing, who looked at the drawings and asked slowly, "Master He, have you ever studied painting before?"

“My family is poor, where would we get the spare money to learn those things?” He Sizhi put away the charcoal pencil and laughed. “These are all things I figured out by guesswork. Rich people love this kind of thing, so I’m just catering to their tastes.”

Lu Chengjing inexplicably felt as if he had been shot in the knee.

Shang Wan suppressed a smile and discussed several house-building issues with He Sizhi. He Sizhi stopped talking when he got to the mud, and said kindly, "I'm using an ancestral recipe."

It means it's not to be shared with outsiders.

Shang Wan asked out of curiosity, and seeing He Sizhi's difficulty, she skipped the topic of mud and started talking about other things.

As night deepened, everyone washed up and went back to their sheds to sleep.

The next day, as dawn broke and the rooster crowed, waking the entire village.

Shang Wan yawned, rubbed her head against the shoulder of the person next to her, and muttered with slight disdain, "It's uncomfortable."

Lu Chengjing, who had just woken up: "..."

My mood instantly soured.

Noticing the change in the person beside her, Shang Wan raised her hand and touched Lu Chengjing's face haphazardly, asking in a muffled tone, "After drinking so much medicine, has anything changed in your body?"

Ignoring the hand groping his face, Lu Chengjing looked down at the person whose face was half buried in the blanket and asked calmly, "What changes?"

Shang Wan glanced at him and asked, "Should I ask you or should you ask me?"

"My legs don't hurt when I'm sitting or lying down," Lu Chengjing answered honestly. "However, I still have no feeling in my right hand."

Shang Wan rested her head on his shoulder and nodded gently, "A severed tendon can't be rushed; it needs to be treated slowly. Besides these changes?"

Lu Chengjing said seriously, "He sleeps better than before, and his memory seems to have improved as well."

His memory used to be good, but it couldn't compare to his current near photographic memory.

A guess flashed through Shang Wan's mind: Could it be that the spiritual spring water was modifying this guy's brain?

She asked: "What else?"

Lu Chengjing frowned slightly, "It seems... my strength has also increased. Within fifteen minutes of taking the medicine, I was able to lift two round balls with one hand."

Thinking of her son's chubby little body, Shang Wan's eyes flashed with a clear smile. She asked, "And in fifteen minutes?"

Lu Chengjing said, "A round one."

Shang Wan: "..."

Round, a new unit of measurement.

Perhaps sensing that her parents were talking about her, a sweet, soft little voice came from inside, "Daddy! Mommy! Open!"

The little paws banged on the door.

The door couldn't withstand her pounding, so Shang Wan quickly got up, carried the little one inside, placed him on the bedding, and reached for her neatly folded coat to put on.

Yuan Yuan sat obediently, her two little hands folded in front of her, her big eyes following Shang Wan's figure.

Shang Wan turned to look at her, "Did you wet the bed again?"

Yuanyuan: !!!
She didn't say anything, and neither did Aunt Xiaohuan. How did Mother know?!
Shang Wan bent down and pinched her chubby little face, chuckling, "Sweetie, you practically have 'bedwetting' written all over your face."

Yuan Yuan's eyes widened in surprise, and she quickly raised her little hands to cover her chubby cheeks.

Cover it up, cover it up, Mother can't see!
Shang Wan was amused and burst out laughing. Even Lu Chengjing couldn't help but laugh, propping himself up and patting the little one's head.

Yuanyuan puffed out her cheeks, her little head unable to understand how her mother and father knew she had wet the bed.

Little Grey stared at Yuan Yuan expressionlessly. Is this your reason for disturbing a wolf's sleep?
Yuanyuan reached out to touch it, about to have another friendly chat, when its little body was suddenly picked up.

"Wash your hands and eat." Xiao Huan carried the child to the well to wash their hands. Just then, Liangliang was also washing up, and Yuanyuan immediately waved her short arms enthusiastically to greet the little boy, "Duoduo!"

Liangliang was taken aback. Was she calling him?
While washing Yuanyuan's hands, Xiaohuan explained, "Yuanyuan is calling you brother."

Meeting Yuan Yuan's big, bright eyes, Liang Liang clutched her washcloth tightly, nodded quickly, splashed the water out of the basin, and fled as if escaping.

Yuan Yuan scratched her head in confusion. What's wrong with the little brother?
After breakfast, He Sizhi and his apprentice didn't waste a moment before grabbing their tools and getting to work.

Shang Wan and Shi Tou took out the partially processed herbs and laid them out separately on the stone slab to dry.

Drying is also a step in the preparation process.

Lu Chengjing practiced calligraphy with his left hand without fail. Even if his right hand would fully recover, he was idle anyway, so practicing calligraphy would pass the time.

"Sister, I'm going to check on the fields." Shi Tou picked up his hoe, ready to turn over the land his family had reclaimed.

The sun must be shining brightly today, perfect for turning over the soil underneath and letting it dry in the sun.

The villagers say that if you let your plants get plenty of sunshine, they won't get sick as easily when growing vegetables and grains in the fields.

Xiao Huan tidied up the mess in the kitchen, then carried a wooden basin to the river to wash clothes and chat with everyone.

She discovered that the washing area by the river was a great place to listen to gossip. Without even asking, you could find out what was going on in the village just by chatting.

Shang Wan had a rare moment of leisure. After playing with Yuan Yuan and Liang Liang for a while, she sat down to the side, petting the wolf while checking the spirit fields in her space.

The bok choy is growing very well; look at it, it will be ready to be picked and eaten in just two more days.

Shang Wan silently calculated in her mind that it would take about ten days from planting the bok choy to harvesting it. In other words, the flow of time in the spirit field was at least three times that of the outside world.

This is much slower than Shangwan had anticipated.

The plan to get rich by relying on spiritual fields seems to be doomed to fail.

(End of this chapter)