Two Daughters at Home

Lu Shaolin shook his head with a smile, then went to sit in the main hall.

It was nice having someone cook. He only had to wait to eat!

Lu Shaolin remembered that he still had not picked up the clothes he had ordered from the clothing shop.

There had been too many things going on today, and he had forgotten.

After sitting for about half an hour, the meal was ready.

Dong Linger carried a plate of greens into the main hall and set it on the table.

Then she turned and returned to the kitchen, bringing out another plate of greens.

Dong Jia came out carrying a large basin of stir-fried diced chicken.

The two of them bustled back and forth. Only after all the dishes had been served did they stand to one side.

Dong Linger stared eagerly at the food on the table, practically drooling, yet she remained standing without moving.

"Sit down and eat with me!"

Lu Shaolin said with a smile.

"Young Master should eat first. We'll eat after you've finished!"

Dong Jia said softly.

"Why so many rules? Sit down and eat!"

Lu Shaolin waved his hand.

"Young Master, without rules, there can be no order."

Dong Jia insisted.

"You're not servants. Sit down and eat with me!"

Lu Shaolin deliberately put on a stern expression.

Seeing Lu Shaolin's expression, Dong Jia had no choice but to sit down.

Dong Linger followed suit and sat down as well.

"Alright, let's eat!"

Lu Shaolin said with a smile. Picking up his chopsticks, he began wolfing down the food.

Dong Jia's cooking was quite good, truly no worse than a tavern chef's.

Because she had seen Lu Shaolin's appetite at noon, Dong Jia had steamed a great deal of rice, enough to fill him up.

After the meal, the sense of distance between the three of them had diminished considerably, and they were no longer so restrained.

Watching the sisters clear the table, Lu Shaolin went into the courtyard for a walk.

After the sisters had cleared the table and cleaned the kitchen, they went into their room to organize their luggage.

Lu Shaolin, meanwhile, picked up his long spear and began practicing the Mad Demon Staff Technique.

As for practicing the poses in the Tendon Tempering section, Lu Shaolin did not even want to think about it. He would still rely on the system!

Having a system was just that awesome!

The night passed without incident.

Early the next morning.

While Lu Shaolin was still half-asleep, he heard movement in the courtyard.

Hmm? Could it be a thief?

Lu Shaolin instantly woke up. He grabbed the long spear beside his bed and walked into the courtyard.

When he looked, he saw Dong Jia washing clothes, including several pieces of underclothes and dudou.

"Young Master."

Dong Jia discreetly tucked the few pieces of underclothes to the bottom of the wooden basin and greeted him softly.

"Mm, morning." Lu Shaolin rubbed his nose. "Ling'er isn't up yet?"

"She hasn't slept this peacefully in a long time, so she hasn't woken up yet. Do you need something, Young Master?"

Dong Jia stood and explained.

"It's nothing. I was just asking."

Lu Shaolin replied.

"What about your clothes, Young Master? I can wash them together with these."

"I haven't changed yet. We'll talk after I change today."

Lu Shaolin waved his hand, turned, and went back into the bedroom, intending to catch up on some sleep.

He had previously bathed directly in the courtyard, but now that there were two women in the house, it was no longer appropriate. So yesterday, Lu Shaolin had simply gone to sleep without bathing.

Half an hour later, Dong Linger got up, and the courtyard filled with her chirpy voice.

Lu Shaolin got up and went out into the courtyard.

"Young Master, you're up!"

Seeing Lu Shaolin, Dong Linger called out sweetly.

"Mm."

Lu Shaolin nodded with a smile, leaned his long spear against the wall, and walked to the well to wash up.

Once he had finished washing up, Dong Jia came out of the kitchen.

"Young Master, breakfast is ready."

Dong Jia said gently.

"Mm, then let's eat! Afterward, I'll head to the county town to pick up my clothes."

Lu Shaolin replied with a smile.

The sisters brought breakfast to the table in the main hall.

Breakfast consisted of steamed buns and chicken soup. It looked, smelled, and tasted delicious, its fragrance filling the air!

Lu Shaolin picked up a steamed bun and finished one in two bites, washing it down with mouthfuls of chicken soup from time to time.

He had not even known there was flour in the house, nor did he know where Dong Jia had found it.

After breakfast, Lu Shaolin carried his long spear and headed for the county town.

As soon as he stepped out of the courtyard, he ran into villagers heading out to work in the fields. After casually asking around, he learned that Li Ping's wife had not returned yet.

He then moved as swiftly as if flying, reaching the county town gate in less than an hour.

After entering the county town, he headed straight for the clothing shop.

When he arrived, the charming proprietress was lazily sitting behind the counter, combing her hair.

Her eyes lit up when she saw Lu Shaolin, and she stood up with a coquettish smile. "Customer, you're here!"

"Mm."

Lu Shaolin nodded indifferently.

"I waited for you yesterday, Customer, and didn't close the shop until dark!"

The proprietress said resentfully.

"Something came up yesterday."

Lu Shaolin offered a brief explanation.

"Here are your clothes. Would you like to try them on in the inner room?"

The proprietress handed him a yellow cloth bundle.

"No need. I have things to do, so I'll be leaving."

Lu Shaolin took the bundle and turned to leave.

The proprietress in the shop stamped her foot and shot Lu Shaolin's retreating back a glare.

Carrying the bundle, Lu Shaolin left the county town and headed toward Panshan Village.

Walking back and forth was truly a waste of time. He needed to buy a horse or donkey for transportation.

Upon returning to the village, Lu Shaolin reached his door and knocked.

"Who is it?"

A crisp voice rang out. It was clearly Dong Linger.

"It's me."

Lu Shaolin replied.

"Young Master is back!"

Dong Linger shouted as she rushed over and opened the courtyard gate.

Lu Shaolin smiled, rubbed her little head, and walked into the courtyard.

When he looked around, he saw that the courtyard ground had been swept spotless.

Then he entered the house. The floors and every piece of furniture were all spotless, without a speck of dust!

"Hehe, Young Master, it's clean, right? My sister and I did all this."

Eight-year-old Dong Linger looked as though she were waiting to be praised.

"Mm, very clean. Ling'er and your sister did wonderfully!"

Lu Shaolin praised her.

At Lu Shaolin's words, Dong Linger's big eyes curved into crescents.

"Young Master is back. You must be hungry, right? Lunch will be ready soon."

Hearing the commotion, Dong Jia came out of the kitchen.

"I'm alright."

Lu Shaolin said with a smile.

"By the way, Young Master, doesn't your family have any farmland?"

Dong Jia suddenly asked.

"I do. But I'm too lazy to farm it, so I just left it alone."

Lu Shaolin replied.

His family naturally had farmland, but as a modern man who had crossed over, how could he possibly know how to farm? So he had simply left it there and never even gone to look at it.

"What a waste! Even if Young Master doesn't grow grain, you could grow vegetables. That would also reduce household expenses."

Dong Jia said with a regretful expression.

"There's no need for that, is there? Besides, I don't know how to grow vegetables."

Lu Shaolin said with a smile.

"Ling'er and I know how. We can grow vegetables too. If Young Master agrees, we'll cultivate the fields so they won't go to waste!"

Dong Jia said excitedly, waving the spatula in her hand.

"Forget farming. It's tiring. If you think it's a pity, then grow vegetables."

Lu Shaolin said after thinking it over.

"Then after Young Master finishes lunch, take us to identify the fields. Otherwise, after enough time passes, others might seize them."

Dong Jia reminded him.

"Alright!"

Lu Shaolin nodded in agreement. He had underestimated how much importance ancient people placed on land.

After lunch, Lu Shaolin took them to his family's fields at the edge of the village.

Three mu of excellent paddy fields, passed down from his ancestors.

Looking at the three mu of fields, Dong Jia's eyes were filled with delight.