My domineering ex-husband is living off his wife in ancient times.

Chapter 125 A family of scholars and farmers, yet they don't even know how to farm!

Cheng Ruoan took ibuprofen again that night before going to sleep. When she woke up the next morning, she had fully recovered and the fever did not recur.

In the study.

Si Shaoheng clicked his tongue and said, "Your fever is strange. Even Dr. Hu said it was serious, but two ibuprofen pills were enough to clear it up."

Cheng Ruoan glanced at him and said, "I'm not really sick, I'm just being haunted by Lin Shishi."

"Now that I'm back, aren't you afraid of her bad luck?" Si Shaoheng smiled knowingly.

Cheng Ruoan rolled her eyes, "I'm too lazy to argue with you."

Tough talk.

But what she really thought was that Si Shaoheng's words yesterday made her less afraid of Lin Shishi.

"Have you finished writing? Why don't you go out and buy the book yourself? I can't wait any longer," Cheng Ruoan urged.

Cheng's mother and Cheng Ruotong were waiting for her in the front yard; the three of them were going to visit Zhao Dong's family together.

Knowing that she was going out, Si Shaoheng asked her to bring back a few books for him.

These are all "tutorial books" designated by the county school and required for the college entrance examination.

These were all things that Magistrate Fang had advised him on.

“It’s written. Just take this paper to the shop owner and he’ll help you get the rest.” Si Shaoheng picked up the paper, shook it in mid-air, blew on the ink, and then handed it to Cheng Ruoan.

Cheng Ruoan took it and repeated his actions while walking briskly out the door. Her brisk walk was no different from before, and she seemed to have really recovered completely.

Si Shaoheng shook his head helplessly, turned around and sat back down at his desk, leaning back in his chair and closing his eyes to rest.

But in reality, they entered the space.

He went to check on how the wheat seeds he had planted were growing.

The time flow rate of the courtyard land was adjusted to the fastest speed, a hundred times faster than the outside time flow rate. One day outside is equivalent to a hundred days or more than three months here.

The seasons are not apparent inside the space, and the temperature remains constant. Si Shaoheng and Cheng Ruoan simply assume that it is spring-like all year round inside.

If his planting method is correct, the spring wheat in the space will have matured within a day outside.

But what Si Shaoheng saw when he entered the space was... all the seeds had rotted in the ground!

He took a long stride and quickly walked to the large farmland behind the villa to take a look.

Sure enough, just like the land in the courtyard, eighty percent of the three acres were seeds that had rotted in the ground.

Si Shaoheng: "..."

He returned to the courtyard dejectedly, still unable to understand where things had gone wrong.

He was clearly following the agricultural planting books in his study when he tilled the soil, sowed seeds, and watered the plants...

"Could it be because we didn't fertilize it?" Si Shaoheng squatted down in front of the plot and used tools to turn over the seeds that had rotted in the ground.

I went through each plot of land one by one, and then felt my self-esteem being hurt again and again.

He couldn't quite accept the fact that he didn't even know how to farm.

Wasn't the original owner's family a family that prided itself on being a family of scholars and farmers?

How can you not even know how to farm!

Frustrated and frustrated, Si Shaoheng's gaze fell on the bucket of homemade fertilizer that Cheng Ruoan had carefully placed in the courtyard...

Cheng Ruoan seems to really know everything.

And he...

Si Shaoheng suddenly realized that since he came here, he couldn't take good care of his children, and his farming yielded rotten seeds. It seemed that besides living off Cheng Ruoan, his only other option was to study.

Si Shaoheng had always felt that being an official in this dynasty was risky, so he only planned to pass the imperial examination and become a Juren (a successful candidate in the provincial-level imperial examinations).

If the family wants to start any business, they can already provide a lot of support.

After all, the imperial examination was not as simple as Cheng Ruoan thought, and he doubted whether he could pass the examination and become a Jinshi.

"Hey……"

After Si Shaoheng dug out all the rotten seeds, he piled them aside and then went to the study in the villa.

The flow of time inside was kept at a minimum, and he immediately buried himself in his book as soon as he entered.

Before, it wasn't certain whether I could pass the exam; now, I'm determined to pass it no matter what.

Cheng Ruoan and her two daughters went out onto the street.

To demonstrate the effectiveness of the hand cream to Zhao Dongjia later, Cheng Ruoan brought Xiao Cui'er, Xiaomian'er, and Aunt Zhang along with her.

Today, the mother and her two daughters wore fine cotton fabric instead of the coarse cloth dresses they usually wore for work.

As soon as Cheng Ruotong went out, she walked and bought food along the way, which Xiao Cui'er carried.

Cheng's mother gritted her teeth and said angrily, "You bought so much, can you even finish it all? And couldn't you have just left those fried dough sticks?! You only have one decent dress!"

Cheng Ruotong wore a yellowish-brown narrow-sleeved short-sleeved top and a chestnut brown pleated skirt. These were chosen for her by her mother at a clothing store; they were darker colors suitable for her age.

It's because I know she's carefree and easily gets her clothes dirty.

I just watched her buy sugar-coated fritters. The way she handed over the money and took the fritters was so precise that her skirt almost brushed against the edge of the dark, greasy oil pot.

Cheng's mother felt as if her heart had learned some kind of kung fu and was flying around inside her stomach!

"Okay, okay, I won't buy fried dough sticks anymore, Mom, don't be angry." Cheng Ruotong begged for forgiveness, but the next moment, seeing someone selling crispy cakes next to her, she dragged Xiao Cui'er forward again.

"Cheng Ruotong! This outfit of yours cost three taels of silver! If you dare to get it dirty, I'll beat you to death!" Cheng's mother was so angry that she stood on the street with her hands on her hips.

Cheng Ruoan covered her mouth and laughed.

"Mom, don't get upset. Look, it's already late autumn, and they still sell crispy mountain delicacies. Shall I treat you to a bowl?"

The crispy mountain of Daxia is like modern ice cream. Cheng Ruoan ate it once when he went into a city to buy supplies during his escape.

Astonished.

Because it's really not much different from modern ice cream.

The only downside is that it's expensive.

One bowl can sustain a family of five in the village for ten days to half a month.

However, before Cheng Ruoan transmigrated, the Cheng family was used to spending money lavishly. When Cheng Ruoan and Cheng Ruotong insisted on eating, Cheng's mother would pay for it.

The mother and her two daughters, each carrying a bowl of crispy mountain delicacies, entered the Youjian Inn.

Manager Luo quickly came out from behind the counter to greet them: "Ladies of the Cheng family, you've finally arrived! Our boss has been waiting for you for a long time."

Cheng Ruoan handed the uneaten crispy mountain to Xiaomian'er and gave a polite bow, saying, "Then I'll trouble Manager Luo to lead the way."

Manager Luo glanced at the three servants following behind the three women, scratched his head somewhat awkwardly, and said, "Second Madam Cheng, let's talk in private."

Cheng Ruoan followed him a few steps to the side before Manager Luo said, "Our master brought a lady with him today. She doesn't like having many people around when she's discussing business, and she especially dislikes having servants around. Look at all the maids and servants you've brought..."

Manager Luo was surprised that the Cheng family, though small and humble, were so well-mannered; the mother and her two daughters each had a servant with them when they went out.

Cheng Ruoan was both amused and exasperated, and quickly waved her hand to explain, "No, no, no, Manager Luo, you've misunderstood. These aren't servants we bring along to show off, but rather workers from the Cheng family who also serve as 'hand molders'."

"Hand model?"