C113 The Life of the Dog

If he let Wu Yuvniang pull the grass, not to mention if the young miss could pull it clean, his hands would not be cut. He only said that the grass he pulled out would have one kind of use to feed the rabbit.

However, rabbits were also pampered animals. If the grass was stained with dirt, they would despise it.

Ning Yan shifted and walked to the center of the courtyard. She observed the two beggars up close.

There was no need for him to rush him, he just started working on it.

After such a short time of interaction, Ning Yan felt that the two children were pretty good.

Raising him up wasn't a difficult matter.

Walking to the kitchen, he saw Old Biddy Jia holding a bucket of water and wiping the rusted iron pot with a cloth.

As he was cleaning the pot, he muttered that the original owner of the courtyard didn't know how to maintain it. He didn't know how long he would be able to use it for.

In this age, to most people, an iron pot was still very precious. After all, the iron that made a pot could make many knives.

"You stay here for the time being to take care of the two children." Old Biddy Jia put down what she was doing and turned around: "Don't worry Elder Lady, this old servant will definitely take good care of the two young masters …"

"…" Ning Yan was still not used to being addressed by this era.

What the heck is Young Master doing?

"I don't worry about what you do." Ning Yan casually said what the future owner of the household often said.

However, these words were like a clap of thunder in Old Biddy Jia's ears.

Even when he served the woman for more than ten years in Hangzhou, he did not get such comments.

Old Biddy Jia was so excited that her hands started to shake.

Once again repeating: "This old servant will definitely take good care of the two young masters, and will not disappoint the Elder Lady's appreciation."

"…" Ning Yan, Ning Yan said that you are happy.

After settling down the two kids, Ning Yan told Chen Huo to return back to the village first. As for Curly Hair, he ran from the village to the town, exhausted to the point of being a dead dog.

Lying on the ground without moving, her stamina was nothing compared to someone who lived in a useless family, it was hard for Ning Yan to take a stroll while holding onto her curly hair.

He could only let Chen Huo bring the curly hair back, while Chen Huo drove the carriage.

In the future, he would not be able to tie the Curly Hair in the yard all day.

Otherwise, after a long period of time, the Curly Fur would probably only be able to be used for guarding the door.

It would be unreasonable for a Tibetan Mastiff to cultivate a guard dog.

Ning Yan walked to north of the city's shop, found a seat, and stretched out her hand to touch the table. It was very clean.

No grease or dust.

After sitting for a while, when it was time for lunch, the number of people in the shop increased.

Fann Jian stood at the back of the kitchen and picked up the wok as if it were plastic, the wok in his hand had no weight at all.

Seeing Fann Jian being so relaxed, Ning Yan almost thought that the people of this world were all very strong.

His voice was busy and harmonious.

After sitting for two hours, he still hadn't seen anyone looking for trouble.

After waiting for the amount of people lessened, Ning Yan asked about the flow of water everyday and felt that there were no problems and decided to head out.

"Manager, wait." The moment Ning Yan walked out of the shop, Fann Jian's voice came from behind.

"There's something."

"It might rain later, with an umbrella." After Fann Jian finished speaking, he placed the oil paper umbrella competition into Ning Yan's hands.

Ning Yan looked up at the sky. Would it rain like this? Ning Yan didn't dare say it out loud, but in her view, it would not rain.

The later generations had lived in the forest for a long time, so Ning Yan naturally had her own way of surveying the weather.

However, the weather in the future was a little different from the weather now, and the way she speculated seemed to be different as well. Other than the occasional mask, everything else was wrong, thus Ning Yan decided not to observe the weather anymore.

He held the umbrella in his hand.

Before he even reached the shop managed by the Ah Wang, rain had started to fall. Fann Jian seemed to be an capable person, such a person staying in her shop and holding a spoon in his hands seemed to be a waste of resources.

If there was someone who could survey the weather during a war, then the most crucial part of the war would be the time when both time and place were occupied.

Walking along the streets under umbrellas, carrying poles and pushing carts, braving the rain.

The taste of life grew stronger.

The autumn rain had a cool feel to it, and when it stopped, the temperature would probably drop even lower.

The Ming dynasty was not like the Ming dynasty in history. It did not have the Ice Age, but it would still be cold in the autumn.

When winter came, if one did not want to think of a method to guard against the cold, freezing and freezing injuries was a common occurrence. Walking in the rain, Ning Yan's idea of growing cotton became clearer.

Not only her race, the entire Gouzi Bay had to be nurtured and spread outwards.

He wanted to plant cotton all over the Xuan Dynasty.

Only when the majority of the people had eaten their fill would the economy rapidly develop and the country's combat effectiveness also increased.

Only then would he be able to live a peaceful life. In this era, if he didn't have the thought of living in peace, then who knows when he would feel cold.

This was also the reason why Ning Yan trained him every night.

As he walked into the shop, he saw that it was still raining. There were quite a few people sitting in the shop, but most of them were just taking shelter from the rain.

Ning Yan did not really care about him.

However …

Aunt Huang was a little displeased as she muttered to herself, "If you don't order something, why are you still sitting here? It's not like you can earn money by delaying the business …"

"…" Typical civic thought.

To give convenience to others was to give convenience to oneself. It seemed that Aunt Huang was truly not suited to working in a shop, it was too stingy. This kind of person was suitable for a Sect Leader, a small house.

The Aunt Huang had given her too much help in the village, so Ning Yan was not a heartless person. She thought for a while and said: "Aunt, I have something to tell you."

Mrs. Huang wanted to mutter something, but after hearing Ning Yan's words, she laughed and followed Ning Yan to the kitchen.

In the kitchen, there were all kinds of fresh meat and vegetables bought by the Ah Wang in the morning.

"Ah Wang is really picky. He clearly has some cheap meat that he doesn't want, yet he still wants these good ones." After walking to the kitchen, Aunt Huang started talking again.

After Ning Yan heard this, she could not even hold back the smile on her face.

After all, she was the one who repeatedly warned Ah Wang to do this.

There were too many plastic meat buns, dead pigs, sick pork and ham, and even fake medicines. As a public servant, Ning Yan hated these heartless merchants.

Those people really could do anything for money.

Ning Yan was a soldier, not a merchant. Even when she started trading now, she still carried the insistence of a special forces deep in her bones.

He would not cheat, nor would he break his own insistence for the sake of the three sons.

In this era, there were some things that had to be changed and things that had to be insisted on.

Forget about this, I, Aunt Huang, have thought about putting a little grass and a little girl in my house. How about this, you change jobs, help me make some sandbags and some clothes and shoes, I will pay according to the rules, and after a month, I will help you guys out.

"You can make money at home?" If not for the fact that she had some understanding of Ning Yan, Aunt Huang would have thought that Ning Yan was playing with her.