It's really hard to just farm peacefully.

Chapter 126

"Broom, dustpan, rag, basin..." Jiang Yan responded loudly, "We haven't prepared anything yet. We can't clean the house at all!"

Baoqin looked at Fu Nulang's face which turned from sunny to gloomy. Oh no, how am I going to get through tonight?

Without any cleaning tools, Tingying and the others temporarily stopped unloading the luggage from the mule cart and followed Jiang Yan to search the various courtyards.

The whole farm was neither big nor small. After searching from front to back and from east to west, they only found a broom and a wooden basin in the kitchen and the stable, both of which were in tatters.

Huanyan put her hands on her hips, panting from running so hard. "Damn it! People with farms can't be poor. How come they moved everything out of the house, leaving nothing usable?"

Since there was nothing, we could relax for a while. Jiang Yan said jokingly, "Huanyan, what you said is not accurate enough. The previous owner clearly left a set of tables and chairs in the main house in the main courtyard."

"Hey, you really are..." Huanyan couldn't understand how Jiang Yan's emotions changed so quickly. She was anxious one second and then teasing her the next. "Aren't you worried?"

Jiang Yan tilted her head slightly. "I don't worry about it. It's up to you to decide whether to stay here or go back home first. You can even let me sleep in the mule cart. Well, after those few days of sleeping in the open air on the road, I've grown up."

Fu Weixin couldn't grow up at all. She had the conditions to continue enjoying herself now, so why should she make do with it? Without hesitation, she ordered Tingying to take out a roll of gauze from her private vault and cut it to wipe the dust.

Like fine linen, fine gauze cloth was commonly worn by wealthy families or poor scholars. Coarse gauze cloth, called xi, was also the choice of ordinary people, like coarse linen, and was usually woven by farmers themselves.

Before Jiang Yan came to Dongshan Village, she used coarse gauze and linen woven by her aunts. After she followed Fu Nvlang, she had a few more maid uniforms made of fine gauze.

When Jiang Yan heard that Fu Nulang wanted to use fine gauze as a rag, she couldn't help but marvel in her heart, it's so good to be rich...

The gauze was just the lowest quality fabric that Fu Weixin had, and she didn’t care how she used it, but Baoqin was reluctant to part with it, not to mention, “Girl, the fabric and other large pieces are still at the governor’s house, and they will be delivered one after another tomorrow.”

They were in a hurry to set off today, but there were few available people, so they couldn't bring a lot of luggage in one trip. They could only wait until the chief steward of the governor's office was free the next day or the day after tomorrow to arrange for transportation in batches.

Jiang Yan lowered her head quietly. Although she was partly responsible for the poor thinking and ineffective work, she was almost unable to control the upward curve of her lips.

Baoqin also knew that Miss Fu had no intention of returning to the Governor's Mansion, so after rejecting her idea, she said considerately, "Miss Fu's suggestion has really enlightened me. We brought some old clothes with us. We can pick out a few pieces and tear them apart to use as rags."

Jiang Yan was trying to refuse in various ways. She only had a few clothes, and now half of them were wrapped in layers to keep out the cold. If she took them off, how would she change and wash them and survive the winter?

But when Jiang Yan heard Baoqin's suggestion that Fu Nulang give the unused silk to those who contributed their old clothes, she felt that she agreed from head to toe, and her desire to work burned brightly.

Fu Weixin agreed by keeping silent.

Yile took the scissors and quickly cut the clothes picked out by the maids into pieces of similar size.

Jiang Yan stared at her flying hands. This was probably the joy of making new clothes!

When Zhou Li knocked on the gate and came in with a bamboo basket of tools, he saw five maids, except Fu Nulang and Baoqin, happily sitting in the courtyard.

He stopped Chunying and asked in confusion, "Why are you so happy just cutting a few clothes?"

Chunying was very kind: "Your room is short of rags, right? You can use an unwanted piece of clothing to clean it, and I will mend it with new cloth."

"Aren't rags made from old clothes?" Zhou Li said that, but he also gladly accepted the girl's kindness.

He put the bamboo basket on the ground again and said, "I put all these here. Remember to return them to me after you use them."

"Aren't you only carrying one package? Where did you get it?" Chunying picked out the cleaning tools in the basket, which had a very complete variety.