C12 (1/2)

Even in the cold winter, there was nothing to do with cotton clothes.

The rich wore fur coats, and the poor wore old clothes that couldn't be any more patched up into thick layers of clothes. Then, they would pour in some bark and grass and live through the winter.

If you can't survive this, you'll freeze to death. This was also the reason why mortality was relatively high in this era.

In that case... Ning Yan looked down at his son who was not even as tall as her thigh. She did not want Little Bun to feel so bad in the winter.

Even if there was no down jacket, there had to be one.

However, the original owner did not even have anything related to cotton in his memory. He would probably need to rely on these seedlings to grow cotton.

The little boy standing in front of Ning Yan thought that Ning Yan was just a rare plant planted by her master herself, and did not know that someone had already started to set up a potted plant.

”Lady Ning, do you still want to see Mister?” The boy called out again.

Ning Yan turned her head, smiled and nodded, then looked at the boy whose image was exactly the opposite as white and tender as snow, revealing a loving smile like an aunt.

The boy shivered, then looked up at the sun hanging in the sky.

The sun was so bright that it gave rise to goosebumps all over his body. He must have provoked something unclean. It would be better to let the mister have a look later.

Ning Yan walked to the Mr Xue's study room and looked at the pile of books in the study room, then looked at the Mr Xue, his gaze becoming more cautious.

Books these days were extremely precious.

In this era, the description of a scholar was mostly in the words of ”rich learners”.

According to the meaning of the words, a person who had read five carriages of books could be called a scholar.

The person in front of him, who was very famous in the village, was probably not simple.

However, this had nothing to do with her.

The reason why she was here was because of the Village Head's words. She wanted to find this person in front of her to take a look at Feng Shui.

”Mr Xue …”

”Wait a minute!” Before Ning Yan could finish her words, she was interrupted by the Mr Xue.

Mr Xue did not even raise his head as he held onto the wolf Bristles, and drew out a proclamation map on the paper. Of course, this map was not perfect in Ning Yan's eyes. However, in this era, there were very few people who could traverse the entire country. It was even more difficult to draw up a map, and the old man's identity seemed to be worth considering.

After drawing the map, Mr Xue raised his head, and realized that Ning Yan's gaze was fixated on the Proclamation of Liberation. His mouth was twitching, and his white beard was trembling, he did not think that Ning Yan would recognize the Proclamation of Liberation.

”Why is Young Lady Ning here?”

”If you want to build a house, I'll have to trouble Mister to take a look at feng shui.”

”Sure, if you're not in a hurry, I will come over tomorrow.”

”Thank you, sir.”

After explaining her purpose for coming here, Ning Yan prepared to leave. Lowering her head, she realized that Ning Yu was staring at the books on the bookshelf, the look in her eyes could be considered to be burning.

Ning Yan was embarrassed, back then when she was still in school, she did not put in so much effort, even the dregs of her studies had a kind of innate admiration for good students.

It was a good thing that his son wanted to study.

After walking out of the Xue Family courtyard, Ning Yan asked: ”You want to study?”

”Yes!” Ning was resolute and decisive. After studying, no one dared to bully him.

”Alright, Mother will think of a way for you.”

When the two of them returned to the courtyard, they first checked the items from the kitchen. Very good, this time there was nothing missing. It seemed that the Ning Family area would be peaceful for a few days.

To deal with those kinds of people, one had to use their fists. Logically speaking, it definitely wouldn't make sense.

He picked up a branch and drew a few words on the ground. It was the name of 'Ning'.