The Fierce Farm Girl Has A Secret Space

Now that we have this Hot Spring Manor, it's fine to plant vegetables anytime—it seems I've been thinking too conservatively.

The next day, Yang Ruxin took Du Chengxiu to the manor. The manor wasn't large—it was about the same size as Xiaoliu Manor. Its name was Tai Manor, situated in a mountain hollow surrounded by hills on three sides. To enter or exit, you had to climb over a small hill, or you might as well call it a large mound of earth. It was indeed somewhat inconvenient.

This Tai Manor used to be an ownerless natural village, but it was too poor, so there weren't many households living here. Even after a hot spring was discovered later, life didn't improve much. It was eventually bought by someone, but the master who purchased it tragically died of a sudden, strange disease not long afterward. When life grew difficult for his family, they sold the manor off cheaply.

Yuan Mengzhu happened to learn about this Hot Spring Manor by chance and bought it, then passed it directly to Yang Ruxin.

"Uncle Du, from now on, arrange for people to come and renovate this manor. The first priority is to dig through the road—don't hesitate to spend Silver…" Yang Ruxin indeed liked this place quite a bit; the environment was exceptionally elegant. As long as it's properly transformed, it could be developed into a resort in the future. "As for the houses, I'll draft a simple blueprint. Later, you can discuss with Uncle Zhong and the others about how best to build them."

"Alright," Du Chengxiu quickly agreed.

Yang Ruxin then summoned the manor head, Zhao Xing, to gather information about the tenants. She instructed him to contact all the tenants—those willing to work for her could stay and sign a contract under favorable conditions, while those unwilling wouldn't be forced.

Zhao Xing was naturally delighted. This new family head seemed far more capable than the previous one. After all, she arrived and immediately talked about building a road! The last owner hadn't even dared to consider it; breaking through that small hill alone would cost at least eight hundred to a thousand Silver. Thus, Zhao Xing eagerly reached out to the tenants.

After delegating everything to Du Chengxiu, Yang Ruxin returned home to focus on the registration for the school.

The enrollment results once again exceeded her expectations. Aside from the dozen or so children from her own estate, more than forty kids from other families signed up all at once. Since there was only a minimum age limit and no maximum, any household with children who could afford it sent them over.

The youngest was five years old, while the oldest was already fifteen.

What was even more encouraging was that the students included both boys and seven or eight girls.

Nearly sixty children were enrolled, some who were already literate and some who knew nothing. Ultimately, they were divided into classes based on their literacy levels, and a schedule was drawn up.

The classes would begin on the first of the month, running for five consecutive days followed by a day and a half of rest. Additionally, there were annual breaks and holidays, all meticulously planned and copied neatly, then posted in the classroom.

By late November, the teachers who had been hired gradually returned to the school. Those who came with families were assigned to separate courtyards, while single individuals were given their own rooms.

Du Juan also returned. Her investigation revealed that the background information disclosed by each teacher appeared to be accurate. Of course, whether there were hidden tricks or falsifications would take time to uncover.

Among the arrivals was Wan Youde, a flower grower who came with his entire family. His original home had been in the south, where they had worked as flower farmers for generations. Later, a disaster befell his family, forcing them to move to the north in search of relatives. However, the relatives had long since relocated, leaving them to scrape by doing odd jobs to make ends meet in this area.