"You eat the rest of the rice, throw it away if you can't finish it, and cook new ones at night."

"Since there is still rice in the rice vat, let's put more rice, otherwise I won't be full."

After saying that, he left the little girl alone in the kitchen and walked out.

When Su Cai'er heard that the rest was going to be thrown away, her eyes widened.

How can this be thrown away?

Seeing that there was still about a bowl of porridge left in the pot, she poured it all into her own bowl with a guilty conscience.

"My husband is a scholar, so he must have his own rules."

"But I can't throw it away. I have to drink it all."

"It's all white rice down here."

With a small mouth, Su Cai'er picked up the porridge with a layer of white rice underneath.

After taking two sips, he narrowed his big eyes and sighed: "This white rice is so soft...it doesn't scratch your throat at all."

After finishing all the porridge and drinks in the pot, he started to wash the bowls.

...

Over there, Zhao Ce walked out of the kitchen and sighed.

"This is such a condition that even dogs would shake their heads and run away when they see it."

"Just like that, I actually got a hard-working little daughter-in-law."

Zhao Ce thought helplessly that ancient times were not all bad.

He shook his head and got rid of all the miscellaneous thoughts in his mind.

Zhao Ce walked into the original owner's room, ready to look through any other belongings.

After flipping for a while, I was sweating all over.

Zhao Ce, who looked at the messy room and held the deed for two acres of inferior land in his hand, couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"Fortunately, I didn't feel lonely..."

"At least here are two worthless land deeds."

In ancient times, taxes on fields were different depending on the fertility of the land.

This low-quality land means that the land is not very fertile and the crops grown have poor yields, so the selling price will naturally be low.

Looking at the two field deeds in his hand, Zhao Ce wanted to sigh again.

The original owner claimed to be Qingming and said that he was a scholar.

As a result, the kennel was in a mess, and I was too lazy to clean it up.

Zhao Ce was still under the bed and dug out several pieces of "dried salted fish" with a strong historical flavor.

Those robes really smell too strong.

He threw him directly out of the room.

Just as he was thinking about it, Zhao Youcai's voice calling the door came from outside again.

I guess I came here because of the little girl.

Zhao Ce put down the things in his hands and wiped the sweat from his face.

Just walked out.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Zhao Youcai standing outside the door with several people behind him.

But when those few people saw Zhao Ce opening the door, their expressions became strange.

There were two young ones among them who couldn't help it and made a "poof" sound.

Laughed out loud.
Chapter completed!