My best friend is living a famine-stricken life; you're going crazy, I'm farming.

Chapter 172 The First Day of Celebrating the New Home

Lin Cuiniang's movements were also very swift.

The beds were made, and the family's clothes were tidied up.

They also put all the bottles and jars they had brought, as well as the seasonings they had stockpiled, into the dining room and arranged them neatly.

Take out all the pots, pans, and utensils and put them in the kitchen.

"Alas, it's a pity we're missing a water vat," Lin Wan Niang sighed.

Xu Yingying said, "Anyway, my father has nothing to do, so let him be in charge of carrying water. It'll also be good exercise for him."

Xu Dazhu, who had just returned exhausted from carrying two buckets of water, was in a bad mood upon hearing this.

Xu Chunsheng, who had been ignored by everyone, jumped up and down and raised his hand, "Sister, what should I do?"

"You... learn hunting from Brother Jingyi," Xu Yingying casually dismissed.

“It’s not Brother Jingyi, it’s Nephew Jingyi.” Xu Chunsheng said with his little hands behind his back, looking quite serious.

Zhou Jingyi, who had just brought up a pheasant, immediately frowned upon hearing this address and punched Xu Chunsheng repeatedly, saying, "Call me Big Brother."

"..."

Yang Fenglan saw the pheasant in Zhou Jingyi's hand and said happily, "Great! Let's eat chicken tonight, as a way of celebrating our first day in our new home."

Although I've only eaten it for a short time, porridge doesn't keep me full for long, and I won't be able to last until tomorrow morning. I'll have to eat it again tonight.

Lin Cuiniang volunteered, rolled up her sleeves, and started kneading dough to make pancakes.

After soaking a handful of dried bracken, Yang Fenglan began boiling water to scald the chicken feathers.

When the water in the bucket was used up, Xu Dazhu went to fetch more water on his own.

Xu Chunsheng paced back and forth in the cramped kitchen, wanting to help but unsure of what to do. Yang Fenglan then instructed him to pluck chicken feathers.

Zhou Jingyi took a sickle and went down the cliff to cut thatch. When it gets cold, he will need to surround the house with thatch to protect it from the wind, so he needs to stock up on some hay in advance.

They had already cleared away all the weeds on this flat area—the thatch was used to cover the roof, and the other weeds were piled up in one place to be used as kindling later.

When Xu Dazhu returned with water, he saw Xu Chunsheng fetching water to wash the chicken. He quickly snatched the chicken away and took it to the bottom of the cliff to wash it.

He'd rather carry chickens than water.

Yang Fenglan cleaned the chicken, chopped it into pieces, and simmered it together with the bracken fern.

The aroma of chicken soup quickly wafted from the pot, but was soon dispersed by the wind.

Lin Cuiniang asked worriedly, "Won't cooking here attract wild animals?"

In the deep mountains and forests, the greatest fear is wild animals.

Yang Fenglan comforted her, "Don't worry, Zhou Jingyi and Xiao Yuanshan dug a trap down there."

“But I’m still not at ease. Since we have nothing else to do, why don’t we build a fence over there in the woods?” Lin Cuiniang looked at everyone.

It would definitely be safer if there were a fence.

No one has any objection.

Without further ado, the next day, everyone went down the cliff to cut down the small tree trunks.

Sharpen it and hammer it into the soil, then wrap it around the flat ground, and finally cut thorny brambles to wrap around it.

It may not look like much work, but it can be deadly.

After just one busy day, Xu Yingying rubbed her sore arms and said, "Maybe we should just give up. This is such a big piece of land, how long will it take to fence it off?"

Yang Fenglan was too tired to continue working.

But thinking about the wild boars I saw before, which ran so fiercely, if they noticed food on the mountaintop and came up with their families, then we'd be in big trouble.

Yang Fenglan patted Xu Yingying on the shoulder, "Don't be afraid, just roll up your sleeves and get to work."

Prevention is always better than cure.

At her insistence, everyone continued to cut down trees to build the fence.

Women can make excuses, like going back to cook, but the two men have no excuses and can only bury themselves in their work.