Chapter 10

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The system feels that this current host is a strange person. As the saying goes, it is easy to go from frugality to luxury, but it is difficult to go from luxury to frugality. Qingchuan has been an official for so many years, and no matter how easy it is, there are housekeepers, servants, and scholars who can take care of the inside and outside. So at first Qingchuan said that he would live in seclusion in the mountains and forests, alone. Life, it feels a bit unreliable.

Even if there is a system for daily necessities, he still has to do laundry and cooking by himself, as well as filtering mud and making bricks and other physical tasks. How can he, a pampered official, still be able to move his arms? I have been complaining for several months, and the system has prepared various words of comfort.

The results were beyond the system's expectations. Qingchuan did very well. It only took him two days to master the skills of cooking again, as well as washing dishes, cutting firewood, sewing, and other survival skills that poor people must master.

And although there are traces of official hats on his forehead, Qingchuan still does not have any burden of being a scholar. He is very open-minded. When it is too hot, he will take off his shirt to expose his arms, roll up his trousers, and stir. The mud in the large tank is surrounded by some mosquitoes.

Just looking at the way he worked, he looked like an authentic low-level craftsman. Who would have thought that this man had once been an official.

"I came from a modern era of material abundance and spiritual openness to this era of closed poverty. I don't have anything I want. Have I said anything? Now I am just a young official turning into an old farmer. Is there anything I can't adapt to? Human beings' ability to adapt is great. It's terrible. Sometimes I complain a few times or don't cooperate, but I'm just not ready to struggle a few times." Qingchuan feels that the system is very strange.

He wrapped some dried mud bricks in oil paper and placed them one by one. He had a bright smile on his face, the same expression as the farmer looking at the warehouse full of grain.

Today's work was done, and he went to the big tank to fetch water for a shower. The water was fetched in the morning and came from the creek at the foot of the mountain, which was the nearest water source.

He has been coming to this little-known place for half a year. In the beginning, people came to see him, but in recent months, no one from the outside world has come.

The old lady of the Jiang family passed away a few years ago. Her only wish before leaving was that she could leave with peace of mind after seeing Qingchuan have a future. Qingchuan adopted the youngest son from his eldest brother's family and changed the family tree to adopt his name. But he doesn't have the patience to raise a child, let alone a child who has been taught by his parents to have ulterior motives and be unwilling to do so. Moreover, the situation at that time was not suitable for raising a child, so the adopted son stayed at his eldest brother's house. Qingchuan hired two gentlemen to teach him his homework, and also gave his eldest brother a sum of money every month for living expenses.

Half a year ago, his hometown also knew about his resignation. Brother Jiang even came here with his children. However, seeing how bad the environment was, Qingchuan said that he was not good at raising children and took the children back. The Jiang family is now developing very well. All their sons and nephews are studying, and they have already passed the examination of two children and one scholar. They have built big houses and bought fields in the countryside, and they can be regarded as landlords.

The brothers planned to let their children move forward on the path opened by Qingchuan. Unexpectedly, Qingchuan resigned without saying a word, and there were some complaints in his words.

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