Chapter 3 is my overthinking

"Yes, yes, thank you, Lord Liu for your reward." Zhao Laoshi quickly bowed to express his gratitude, feeling utterly moved in his heart; Lord Liu is truly a great person

The silent thumb of the right hand instinctively rubbed against the four fingers, and a meaningful smile appeared on the handsome face. Although this was a strange ancient continent, I have a golden finger. Just thinking about the extraordinary life I will lead in the future, tsk tsk tsk...

Although there was fish and meat, Shen Mo only ate half a bowl of rice before losing his appetite. The fish was incredibly fishy, just the smell made him want to vomit. The boiled pork was pale and unappetizing, and just looking at its color made him lose his appetite. If it weren't for the fear of going hungry, this foodie from the twenty-first century truly did not want to take a single bite. It seems he would have to take matters into his own hands.

Ah... I have met Lord Liu. The young villager was startled to see the silence and quickly bowed to pay his respects

Having met Lord Liu, Zhao Laoshi and his son, who were repairing farming tools in the room, quickly bowed and paid their respects upon learning of Shen Mo's identity

A cold wind rushed towards him, carrying with it a nauseating smell of excrement. Although Shen Mo raised his hand to cover his mouth and nose, he could not help but retch, nearly expelling the little food he had just eaten.

When Shen Mo woke up, it was already noon. Xiao Hong assisted him in getting dressed and washing up, while Xiao Lu brought in steaming hot dishes.

On the night he was summoned, his cheap old man had repeatedly reminded him that Master Liu was not an ordinary manager. He was one of the meritorious elders left behind by the ancestors of the Shen family, having worked hard and achieved great contributions. His status in the Shen family was transcendent; even the current head of the Shen family, Shen Liang, had to show him some courtesy. The younger members of the Shen family treated him with the respect due to an elder. As for the attitude, it is hard to say how many truly respected him. In short, in the Shen family, Master Liu was a figure of great significance.

In response to Lord Liu, the Zhao family, consisting of honest father and son, are skilled carpenters. They are responsible for repairing all the farming tools in the village.

This young master wishes to ask for your father and son's assistance in making something

Silently, he turned his head and looked around, searching for something to draw on. In this era, paper had already been invented, and while it was not very expensive, it was still beyond the means of ordinary people. At least, the Zhao family, consisting of the father and son, could definitely not afford it

Silence nodded slightly, receiving the bow from the father and son with a bold demeanor. In this feudal society where imperial power reigns supreme and social hierarchies are rigid, the disparity in status means that if one were to be overly courteous to Zhao Laoshi and his son, it would instead frighten them.

The weather was cold, and Zhao Laoshi and his son lit a fire in the room, using dry firewood, which was somewhat irritating to the eyes

Silence really wanted to scold him harshly, asking why he had to defecate everywhere without a care, not knowing the importance of hygiene. However, after some thought, he held back, as there were indeed no toilets in the village. Defecation was simply a matter of finding a secluded spot, digging a small hole, and covering it with soil afterward. As for urination, it was even more casual; one would just loosen the belt and pull down the pants to relieve oneself. Household waste was thrown around indiscriminately, resulting in strange odors permeating the village. Hygiene? I'm sorry, but that was not a habit they had.

The rocking chair, which can also be referred to as a rocking chair or a lazy chair, is best made from resilient bamboo strips. Bamboo strips that have been soaked for a year and then dried are ideal, as they are tough, resistant to pests, significantly lighter in weight, and suitable for use in all seasons. Silence was very satisfied, and one should never underestimate the wisdom of the ancients

Wrapped in silence and clad in a fur coat, he wandered aimlessly in the village. Along the way, he had come to a realization: since his soul had occupied this body, he would not take the blame for all the troubles caused by the previous owner. Who else would bear the burden if not him? He had firmly accepted his role as the scapegoat.

The entire estate has more than 250 servants and laborers, among whom there are about 100 able-bodied men. They have been the family slaves of the Shen family for generations. Including the housekeepers and maids, the total population of the estate is over 300, which classifies it as a small-scale estate. In contrast, larger estates can accommodate two to three thousand servants and laborers.

"Master Liu, it is not permissible, it is not permissible..." Zhao Laoshi was taken aback and quickly waved his hand to refuse. His family had been servants of the Shen family for generations, and this work was inherently his responsibility. Moreover, although he liked silver, how could he dare to accept Master Liu's silver? Wouldn't that be courting death?

"Alright, you take me there." Silence nodded

Shen Mo harbored curiosity and a hint of reverence for Master Liu Wu. He understood clearly that his comfort here depended entirely on a single word from Master Liu Wu. If he truly angered him, it was entirely possible that he could be killed. Such a formidable person is best approached with respect and kept at a distance.

Silence walked to the fire pit, crouched down, reached out to pick up a piece of dry wood, and took out a piece of charred charcoal from the fire pit. After testing it and finding it not hot, he picked it up in his hand, then took a piece of wood and drew a shape on it with the charcoal, explaining as he drew.

Well, since he has been exiled by his family and driven away from the center of power, he can contentedly live as a debauched wastrel, carefree and at ease, eating whenever he wants and enjoying himself as he pleases. This kind of life is actually quite comfortable. Of course, the premise of being a wastrel is having money, a lot of money, and money that never runs out

"Excuse me, is there anyone in the village who can do carpentry work?" Suddenly, silence reminded Shen of something, and he called out to the young villager.

"Hmm, when does Liu Langjun want it?" Zhao Laoshiren, true to his name, is indeed very honest. It is currently the coldest season of winter, with frigid temperatures and frozen ground, leaving little agricultural work to be done. The farming tools in the village have also been mostly repaired, so the father and son are quite idle. The materials are sufficient, and it should take about three to four days to complete. The most time-consuming process should be the planing.

"Alright, no need to rush, just make two. One for me and one for Liu Wuye. Once they are ready, deliver the first one to Liu Wuye. This is the payment." Shen Mo said, taking out a little over two taels of silver coins from his pocket and placing them on the workbench.

Under the guidance of the young villager, Shen Mo arrived at the carpenter's workshop where Zhao Laoshi and his son usually worked

Before I had the chance to curse, a young farmhand emerged from behind a nearby haystack, walking while lowering his head to fasten his belt. It was obvious without a doubt that this scoundrel was the culprit.

To instill good hygiene habits among all the people in the village, it must be enforced. Although he is a descendant of the Shen family, he has been exiled by the family, placing him in a very awkward position where he cannot command anyone in the village. The true authority and decision-maker is Master Liu Zheng, also known as Liu Wuye.

Yesterday was exhausting from the journey, my stomach growled with hunger, and upon arriving home, I devoured my food without taking the time to savor its taste. Today, I have plenty of time to slowly appreciate the culinary standards of this ancient continent

Mr. Liu Lang, this is... Zhao Laoshi is about forty-five or forty-six years old. His carpentry skills have been passed down through generations, and he has been working as a carpenter for most of his life. Just by looking at the drawings done by Shen Mo, he could already grasp the general idea. After listening to his explanation, he understood that this is a rocking chair, quite a novelty.

"Please give your orders, Lord Liu." The Zhao family, startled, quickly bowed and replied

"If you want to take it, then take it; consider it a reward for you and your son." Shen Mo's expression changed instantly, and Wang Ba's imposing aura erupted.

One must be self-reliant and ensure an adequate supply of food and clothing; he can only comfort himself with the words of the founding emperor

The weather is extremely cold now, bitterly so, and the roads are slippery. There is nothing much to see. I wandered around the estate in silence. The Shen family's property covers more than 250 acres, with about a hundred acres of arable land. The estate occupies a considerable area, wider than two football fields. It features several rows of residential houses, warehouses for storing grain and miscellaneous items, a vegetable garden, a pond, and enclosures for chickens, ducks, pigs, and cattle. Notably, there is a small river flowing in front of the estate.