The moment the children stepped into the room, they saw a three-seater brown sofa.
“It’s called a sofa,” Chu Fuyu explained. “The outside is cowhide, and inside is cotton. It’s very soft to sit on.”
But before she could finish, the children had already swarmed onto it and sprawled out. They quickly discovered they could curl up inside it—and it was incredibly comfortable.
“Wow! The cowhide is so smooth! It’s so comfortable to lie on!” Huaiyu exclaimed in amazement. “Mother, did you buy this in Xing’an Town too? How come I didn’t see it?”
Chu Fuyu touched her nose and gave the excuse she had already prepared.
“Of course. It was recommended by Shopkeeper Zhou. You were off buying candy figurines with Grandpa Wang at the time.”
Huaiyu accepted the explanation without suspicion and immediately lost himself in excitement again.
In addition to the sofa, Huaiyu’s room also had a writing desk with ink, brush, paper, and inkstone. On the shelf beside it was a bow.
His eyes lit up instantly.
“Mother! Is this bow for me too?”
Chu Fuyu smiled and nodded.
“Yes. I asked Aunt Zhang a couple of days ago about letting you learn martial arts. She recommended the son of Carpenter Chen. I bought this bow first so you can start practicing. Later, I’ll invite him to teach you properly. Aunt Zhang said he’s very skilled at hunting and knows some martial arts.”
She treated all three children with genuine care.
Even though she had never been a mother before—and now had no power or status—she still wanted to give them the best she could.
Whether it was living conditions, food, or education.
She planned to teach them literature herself, but martial arts could not be neglected either.
After all, their father was a famed war god, the Prince of Jin. Who knew—maybe they had inherited his talent for battle.
She didn’t believe in “forcing children to succeed,” but she still hoped they could grow into capable people.
In addition, Huaiyu’s room had a thick, fluffy carpet. Walking barefoot on it felt incredibly soft.
Huaiyi happily stomped around on it.
“Second brother! I love your room! I love this carpet!”
Chu Fuyu smiled.
“This is called a carpet. Don’t wear shoes on it, alright? If you like it, I’ll put one in your room too.”
“Wow! Mother is the best!”
Huaiyi cheered and ran around excitedly, his eyes full of wonder.
Huaiyu was also very satisfied—especially with the bow. Just looking at it made his blood feel like it was boiling. He wanted to pick it up and try it immediately.
But now he was even more curious about Huai Jing’s room, so he urged everyone to go see the last one.
Huai Jing cleared his throat, pretending to be calm and indifferent, but his heart had already flown ahead.
The last room was slightly more secluded and quieter, and also a bit larger.
Chu Fuyu had designed everything fairly, without favoritism.
She knew Huai Jing loved reading and needed a quiet space, so she gave him the best environment for studying.
As soon as he entered, Huai Jing’s lips curved upward.
Huaiyi’s mouth even fell open wide, making Huaiyu wonder if he could fit an egg inside.
This room was especially beautiful.
The windows were bright, covered with bamboo-patterned paper. Sunlight streamed in and landed directly on the writing desk. Beside it stood a large bookshelf filled with books—even though they couldn’t read many yet.
Huai Jing’s eyes lit up instantly.
Before he learned to write, he had always envied Daniu for attending a private school. Sometimes he even begged him to teach him characters with sticks on the ground.
Now, seeing so many books prepared for him by his mother, he couldn’t look away at all.
Everything else—the plants, bed, screens—he barely noticed.
Chu Fuyu watched their reactions and knew her efforts had been worthwhile.
A gentle smile appeared on her face.
She glanced at the small green plant on the desk.
“I placed a plant on each of your desks. If you study or write for a long time, remember to look at green things to rest your eyes, understand?”
The children nodded obediently and immediately began chattering and exploring the room with great excitement.
Chu Fuyu quickly called them back to eat breakfast—after eating, they still had writing practice.
She also tidied up the main hall, but didn’t place anything too special there.
The bedrooms were for comfort and privacy, so she could safely furnish them with soft items like sofas and carpets. But the main hall was different—it was a place where people came and went, so it was better to keep it simple.
She also reminded the children not to tell outsiders about what was in their rooms, so as not to attract unwanted attention.
The children nodded vaguely and went to eat obediently.
While they ate noodles happily, Chu Fuyu started thinking about lunch.
Maybe some shrimp?
Or stir-fried beef?
They needed protein to grow healthy and plump cheeks.
Just as they finished breakfast and were about to clean up—
a sudden donkey bray echoed from the courtyard.
That donkey was usually calm, especially after being fed fresh grass and water.
Something was wrong.
Chu Fuyu immediately stood up and walked outside.
And as expected—someone was there.
A woman in rough cloth clothing was peeking around near the donkey shed.
Chu Fuyu’s eyes sharpened. She looked toward the gate—and saw it was already open.
Frowning, she shouted coldly:
“Hey! Who are you? What are you doing here? Get out!”
The woman turned around, smiling, and walked a few steps forward.
“Don’t be angry, Miss Chu. I just saw your gate open and came to remind you. But your donkey looks strong—you must’ve spent quite a bit of silver. And your house is newly renovated too. You’re doing well now, aren’t you? Found some kind of fortune, have you?”
Chu Fuyu frowned deeply.
Her memory quickly searched for the identity of the woman in front of her.
It was the village matchmaker of Lishui Village—
Wang Cuihua.