Rebirth: Peasant Girl is Good at Farming

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'.

Towards Ning's confused little eyes, Ning Yan explained, "This is your name, after we built the house, we started to arrange for you to go study. Now, follow me and learn a few simple words."

"My name?"

Ning Yu lowered her head and stared at the three words on the ground. It seemed as if she wanted to imprint those words onto her heart.

"Write it by name."

"En!"

Seeing her serious look, Ning Yan felt much more at ease in her heart. All the teachers in the world probably liked students like her.

Seriously, self-abnegation.

Ning Yan sat under the tree and watched Ning Mo draw out the crooked lines again and again. She got up and said, "Write on first, Mom will go to your Grandma Huang's house for a while."

"Yes." Ning who was engrossed in his studies answered and continued practicing writing.

The words Uncle wrote were much better than the ones he drew, so he had to work hard.

Walking out of the courtyard, Ning Yan was still a little worried. She said, "If someone from Ning Family comes over, you don't have to worry about anything else. Go find me first."

"I know."

Hearing that she had more than enough time to respond, Ning Yan was relieved. She picked up a piece of limestone by the side of the road and continued to walk towards the Zhang Family's Blacksmith Shop.

Mrs. Huang was still not home. Ning Yan walked to the forging room and started hitting the iron rod on her hand with the hammer. The sweat on her forehead started to drip.

The boy in the horse coat, who was squatting beside the bellows, had been replaced by a girl with braids. The girl, Zhang Tiehzhu, had died a long time ago, and his face was flushed.

"Isn't the knife you bought suitable?" Seeing Ning Yan in the courtyard, Zhang Tiehzhu asked.

Ning Yan shook her head and explained: "There's nothing inappropriate about it. I just want to borrow your forging room to use it on a little thing."

"Women can't do this job, the hammer is heavy."

"I'm strong."

"That won't do, it's too hot here, you can't take it."

"Heh, what you mean is that I can't even compare to a child." Ning Yan's gaze swept across the little girl who was pulling the bellows.

Zhang Tiehzhu was completely speechless, he stayed silent for a long time before saying, "If you can't forge iron, you will be injured."

"No, I will pay attention." Ning Yan shook her head. She must be here to familiarize herself with the Forging Room and other things. On the way, she would also take out some small things, such as the Trident Thorns.

As for not knowing how to forge iron, was that a joke?

She had once learned from a declining old blacksmith how to use primitive tools to make the best weapons. Due to time constraints, she didn't participate in the smelting process, but there was a rumor in the circle that using handmade weapons would increase one's spirituality.

Although it was only a legend, the stubborn Ning Yan still gave it a try.

It was easy to use, but no one knew if it had something to do with the spirit of the rumors.

Zhang Tiehzhu placed the things he had prepared in his hands into the cold water, and with a "squelch" sound, white mist came out from the barrel.

As his voice grew softer and softer, Zhang Tiehzhu finally said in a conflicted tone, "Why are you so disobedient?"

"Let me try. Just once."

"Alright, I'll watch from the side." Zhang Tiehzhu could only agree to Ning Yan's request.

He chased the little girl out, afraid that Ning Yan's immature technique would implicate the others.

"No problem." After Ning Yan finished speaking, he took out a red metal piece from the furnace with a fire pincer.

The scorching temperature grilled her hands, causing her clothes to be drenched in sweat. Ning Yan did not care about that, and took out the limestone she was carrying out and grinded it into the furnace, then placed the scarlet red metal piece into the furnace once again. There was an indescribable smell in the air.

"What are you doing?" Zhang Tiehzhu suddenly stood up, his tiger eyes staring straight at the smelting furnace.

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