The original owner of the space was indeed the ancestor of the Xu family. Although the space was not large and could not be upgraded, the licensee felt that this was enough!

Her dream is very simple, just be content with a small wealth.

These three thatched huts have the function of time to stop, and nothing will change after decades.

And the two acres of land are also magical. The crops planted on them are equivalent to ten days outside. I don’t know who created such a magical treasure. Now it’s cheaper.

But it’s a pity that after so many years of dispersion, the medicinal materials and other things that were originally grown by the owner in the space have all become nutrients for the space.

Fortunately, there are some medicinal seeds in another room in the thatched hut that can be replanted.

Farming in the space does not require physical labor. As long as you have an idea, the seeds can be scattered into the soil by themselves, which is very convenient.

The licensor didn't want to plant all herbs for such a large piece of land. She used her mind to divide the land into two pieces. One acre of land was used to plant herbs.

The licensee plans to circle a small piece for feeding a few chickens for the remaining acre of land. It will be very convenient to eat chickens and eggs wherever they go in the future.

Don’t ask her why she doesn’t raise pigs. Isn’t she even not having to buy pork? The reason is actually very simple. She dares not kill pigs!

Plant fruit trees around the land, open a small vegetable garden and a small piece of grain.

Although there are not many, the flow rate of ten times is enough for her and Zhang Yuan to spend too much!

After planning it in mind, the licensor scattered some of the seeds taken out of the thatched hut in the soil and left it alone.

Anyway, the efficacy of many medicinal materials is distinguished by the longer the year, the better the efficacy.

Not to mention the ginseng and Ganoderma lucidum inside, it takes longer.

As for those medicinal materials that were short-lived, the licensor also planted some and picked them when they were used.

If the crops planted here are mature and do not harvest, they will continue to grow in the ground and will not fall off halfway.

Since the space was opened and there were additional surprises, the licensee was relieved and had been in for a while. The licensee was afraid that someone would be discovered, so he sprinkled some medicine and then left the space.

Fortunately, the situation in the house was exactly the same as when she entered the space. The licensor quietly breathed a sigh of relief, got up and got out of bed, washed with the boiling water in the boiling water bottle, and prepared to go to the kitchen to take a look.

When I opened the door, the yard was quiet. I don’t know where Zhang Yuan went. When I walked to the kitchen, the authorized person opened the lid of the pot. The heat was so hot that the scent of eggs was still there.

When the heat dissipated, the licensee also saw the eggs and rice porridge that Zhang Yuan had left for her with oil flowers in the pot.

After the licensor finished his meal, he washed the pot and bowls and went out with the key.

She was going to take a walk around the village, familiar with the environment, and asked someone to ask if there were any seeds to sell. She entered and left the house twice, and never had a good look at the surrounding environment.

The licensor now lives in the middle of the village, with homes on both sides, only a small alley one meter wide apart.

However, every household here has a house with a yard. Once the courtyard gate is closed, it will be an independent space. The licensee still likes this.

It is now work time, and every household has no younger people at home except for the elderly and children.

The licensor is the alien. Her body cannot be used as a worker. Now all the villagers in Zhangjia Village know that Zhang Yuan married a sick man who could not take his shoulders and could not carry his hands and could not carry them home.

Some people sympathize and some people laugh at it. As soon as Zhang Yuan went out, he was asked about her beautiful wife by people around him, which made him very upset.

The licensor walked on the road for three or four minutes, but he didn't even see anyone, which made her unable to find someone even if she wanted to ask about the road.

The licensor frowned, feeling something was wrong, and he felt something was wrong in the village.

She accelerated her pace and walked towards the house with a trumpet on the roof of the village.

Not long after leaving, the licensee heard a loud noise, mixed with the insult of a woman.

She walked a few more steps forward and saw many people watching the fun at the door.

After walking to the crowd, he looked in. When he saw one of the men in the room with air conditioning, he twitched the corner of his mouth.

This is a coincidence. Why do you watch the fun twice? The protagonist is the same person every time, and she is still a man!

When I watched the excitement, I saw her head coming up. I am afraid that only the licensee can understand this sourness!

Fortunately, the licensee is not that anxious. After not seeing Zhang Yuan, he rushed forward. Since he was here, let’s figure it out first.

She glanced at a kind-faced woman, came forward and asked in a low voice.

"Auntie, what's going on here? Why are there so many people crowding?"

Aunt Cuifen felt someone gently pulling her clothes. When she turned around, she saw a young wife looking at him with big watery eyes open and asking her.

When Aunt Cuifen saw that the young wife was very ill, she still explained it to her.

"No, Zhang Yuan beat Wang Pozi's youngest son. Wang Pozi is looking for the village chief to explain!"

The licensor followed the place where Aunt Cuifen pointed his finger and saw two other parties involved. A man in his early twenties with two purple pieces of mouth and eyes was now lying on the ground, hugging and wailing.

Another elderly woman and a middle-aged man who was a few years younger than the woman were crying on his thighs.

The licensor immediately understood the form of the room. The man lying on the ground holding his legs should be Wang Pozi's youngest son.

As for Mrs. Wang, needless to say, there is probably no other woman who is holding the village chief's thigh.

"Auntie, why did Zhang Yuan fight with Mrs. Wang's son?"

The licensor pretended to be curious and continued to ask Aunt Cuifen.

Aunt Cuifen thought the licensor was the young wife of the first family who had just passed the game, so she kindly gave her science popularization.

"It's not that her youngest son is a slut, and he has to say anything bad. He insists on Zhang Yuan's young wife who just entered the door. What does it have to do with him when he is weak? He just leans in front of him and says that Zhang Yuan has married a hen who can't lay eggs, a sick and short-lived ghost! You're going to be beaten!"

Well, the licensee did not expect that the fire would eventually burn on her head, which really corresponds to the old saying.

‘When a person sits at home, the pot comes from the sky!’

She stayed at home safely and didn't cause any trouble. Why did the fire hit her? The licensee curled his lips and was very unhappy.

"Thank you aunt for your explanation, I'll go ahead and take a look."

The licensor said, pretending to take out four or five fruit hard candies from his pocket and stuff them into Aunt Cuifen's hand, and squeezed forward without looking back along the gap.

"Hey, you haven't told your aunt yet which little wife you are!"

Aunt Cuifen looked at the candy in her hand and lowered her voice to call the licensee.

The licensee pretended not to hear it and continued to burrow around the crowd, his body very flexible!
Chapter completed!