Two Daughters at Home

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

Having someone cook was quite nice—he only had to wait to eat!

Lu Shaolin remembered that he still had not collected 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 roughly half an hour, the meal was ready.

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

Then she turned back to the kitchen and brought 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 standing to one side after all the dishes had been served.

Dong Linger gazed longingly at the food on the table, saliva practically dripping from her mouth, 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.

"Where did all these rules come from? Sit down and eat!"

Lu Shaolin waved a hand.

"Young master, without rules, there can be no square or circle."

Dong Jia insisted.

"You aren't servant girls. Sit down and eat with me!"

Lu Shaolin deliberately put on a stern face.

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.

It had to be said, Dong Jia's cooking was quite good, no worse than a tavern chef's.

Since she had seen Lu Shaolin's appetite at noon, Dong Jia had steamed plenty of rice—enough to fill him up.

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

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

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

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

As for practicing those poses from the Tendon Tempering chapter, Lu Shaolin did not even consider it. Better leave it to the system!

That was just how brazen one could be with a system!

The night passed without incident.

Early the next morning.

While Lu Shaolin was still sleeping groggily, sounds came from the courtyard.

Hmm? Could a thief have broken in?

Lu Shaolin woke instantly, grabbed the spear by his bedside, and headed into the courtyard.

When he looked, he found Dong Jia washing clothes, including several undergarments and bodices.

"Young master."

Dong Jia discreetly tucked the undergarments to the bottom of the wooden basin and greeted him softly.

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

"She hasn't slept this peacefully in a long time, so she hasn't woken up yet. Does young master need something?"

Dong Jia rose and explained.

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

Lu Shaolin replied.

"What about your clothes, young master? I can wash them together."

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

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

Previously, he had always bathed directly in the courtyard. Now that there were two women in the house, it was no longer appropriate, so Lu Shaolin had simply gone to sleep yesterday without bathing.

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

Lu Shaolin then got up and went 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 spear against the wall, and walked over to the well to wash up.

After he finished washing, Dong Jia came out of the kitchen.

"Young master, breakfast is ready."

Dong Jia said gently.

"Mm, then let's eat! Afterward, I'll make a trip to the county town to collect my clothes."

Lu Shaolin replied with a smile.

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

Breakfast consisted of steamed buns and chicken soup, complete in color, aroma, and flavor, with a fragrance that filled the air!

Lu Shaolin picked up a steamed bun and finished one in two bites, taking gulps 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 spear and headed for the county town.

As soon as he stepped out of the courtyard gate, 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.

Then he strode like the wind, reaching the county town gate in less than an hour.

Entering the county town, he headed straight for the clothing shop.

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

The moment she saw Lu Shaolin, her eyes lit up. She stood with a coquettish smile. "Customer, you've come!"

"Mm."

Lu Shaolin nodded faintly.

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

The proprietress said resentfully.

"Something came up yesterday."

Lu Shaolin offered an 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 matters to attend to, so I'll be leaving first!"

Lu Shaolin accepted the bundle, turned, and left.

Inside the shop, the proprietress stamped her foot and rolled her eyes at Lu Shaolin's departing back.

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

Walking back and forth like this truly wasted too much time. He needed to buy a horse or donkey for transport.

After returning to the village, Lu Shaolin walked up to 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 and patted her little head before walking into the courtyard.

Once inside, he saw that the courtyard floor had been swept spotlessly clean.

Entering the house, he found that the floor and all the furniture were likewise spotless, without a speck of dust!

"Hehehe! Young master, isn't it clean? This was all thanks to my sister and me."

Eight-year-old Dong Linger wore an expression that practically begged for praise.

"Mm, it's very clean. Ling'er and your sister are amazing!"

Lu Shaolin praised them.

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

"Young master is back, so 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 there."

Lu Shaolin replied.

Naturally, his family had farmland, but as a modern man who had transmigrated here, how could he possibly know how to farm? He had simply left it there and had not 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 the household expenses."

Dong Jia said, her face full of regret.

"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 don't lie abandoned."

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

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

Lu Shaolin said after giving it some thought.

"Then after lunch, young master should take us to identify the fields. Otherwise, after too much time passes, others might encroach upon them."

Dong Jia reminded him.

"Alright!"

Lu Shaolin nodded in agreement. He had underestimated how much the common people of ancient times valued land.

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

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

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