Husband, Let Me Touch Your Abs

Chapter 8

Lu Yao's impression of ancient clothing mostly came from TV dramas and movies, where he always thought that the ancients wore long robes with wide sleeves.

In fact, it wasn't so. Long robes were worn only by the nobility; even the wealthy families in town mostly wore narrow sleeves. As for ordinary people, their clothing was not much different from later times, made as simply and economically as possible.

Take the stone-blue shirt Lu Yao was wearing as an example. The length of the shirt barely covered his buttocks, and its design was very simple. It had two overlapping fronts, with inner ties to secure it around the body, and an outer wide belt tied around the waist to keep it clean while working.

The clothes that Second Sister-in-Law Tian cut for Xiaonian and Xiaodou were similar to his, divided into front and back pieces. The back piece was whole, while the front had a placket, and two sleeves sewn on made a small outfit.

After looking through the patterns twice, Lu Yao had learned enough to try cutting one himself next time.

He sat in the courtyard sewing clothes with needle and thread, while the two children pulled weeds in the vegetable garden. Before he knew it, a day had passed.

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Today marked the seventh day since Lu Yao had arrived here. Sometimes, habits could be truly terrifying.

When he first arrived, Lu Yao was worried about using the dry toilet, but now he could hold his nose and calmly scoop manure to fertilize the vegetable patch...

Actually, he still found it disgusting, but there was no choice. There were no chemical fertilizers in ancient times, and the land relied entirely on human waste for fertility.

It took him and the two children three days to clear the vegetable patch behind the house. They found some chives and a few scallions growing at the edges. These scallions might have been planted by Zhao's father when he was alive. With no one tending them over the years, they had grown thin and short, almost invisible if you didn't look closely.

Lu Yao carefully dug up these scallion seedlings and transplanted them next to the chives, filling the soil and spreading manure. In no time, they would grow well.

Old Lady Zhao gave him a handful of cabbage seeds. If sown now, they would yield a crop of cabbages by autumn. These cabbages could be stored for winter consumption, ensuring they wouldn't lack vegetables when the weather turned cold.

In his previous life, Lu Yao's parents lived in the countryside. Every year, the elderly couple would store a cellar full of cabbages, radishes, and potatoes. The old lady would also make pickled vegetables. Although Lu Yao had never done it himself, he remembered the steps and could try it in the future.

Speaking of his current location, it should be somewhere in northern North China. Here, the seasons were distinct, and the spring planting season lasted from March to May, during which the fields were cultivated and sown.

From June to July, men began serving corvée labor, which continued until the autumn harvest in August.

Even after the autumn harvest, there was no rest. They needed to prepare firewood for the winter. This place was extremely cold in winter, and without adequate warm clothing, firewood became crucial for heating. Not having enough could mean freezing to death at home.

It was just mid-June now, several months before winter. Lu Yao wanted to take advantage of the warm weather to raise a few chicks and ducklings. By next spring, they would start laying eggs.

But the lack of money was a big problem.

To say the least, the original body had not a single copper coin.