So much money can be exchanged for tens of thousands of yuan now, for Ren Nanyang, these money are useless, but tens of thousands of dollars of money that can be circulated now can change his life for him!

Song Xiaoyue has space and knows that she will be rich in the future, so she doesn't want to pit Ren Nanyang.

She prefers a win-win situation to an injury to one side...

........

After a few decades, the collection value of these boxes of banknotes will rise gradually, and even one of them is in the condition of tens of thousands of yuan, plus a lot of Ren Nanyang's money is a serial number.

Song Xiaoyue's heartbeat became faster the more she counted, no wonder Ren Nanyang couldn't stand it, if it was her, she wouldn't be able to stand it!

Looking at the little girl counting the money on the ground, Ren Nanyang's heart also jumped, this person is the immortal who saved their family, if his father suffers for a few more years, he will be able to see this picture, and he will not die of depression prematurely.

It took half an hour for Song Xiaoyue to count all the money, and finally converted it into a second set of yuan, worth nearly 60,000 yuan.

Wang Yongfeng had a dry mouth and a red heart when he saw it, not to mention the party Ren Nanyang.

"You, do you really have a way?" Ren Nanyang stammered.

"There is a way, but I just said that I want to distribute the income, after all, others can't work for you in vain. Song Xiaoyue said.

Ren Nanyang was stunned, but when he thought of not changing it, this would be a pile of waste paper, even if he divided it equally, he would still make money, and it would be a big profit.

Song Xiaoyue is not uncommon for half of the handling fee, but if she doesn't charge a fee that doesn't match her identity, how can a businessman get up early if there is no profit?

"By the way, do you want food or money?" Song Xiaoyue asked, asking for money and tickets is a little mysterious, she is now doing the most cotton and grain.

"You can actually exchange more than 30,000 yuan of grain?!" Before Ren Nanyang could speak, Wang Yongfeng was the first to exclaim.

The whole city is combined, and there are still more than 30,000 grains still mysterious!

"What kind of grain can be exchanged for?" Wang Yongfeng asked excitedly, the grain should also be graded, for example, the value of big rice is of course, and white rice noodles are better than yellow rice noodles.

Wang Yongfeng is now looking at Song Xiaoyue's eyes as if he is looking at gold ingots, cash cows, and cornucopias.

He originally thought that this was a hammer deal, and he would never see each other after doing this, but he didn't expect that there was so much food behind the little girl, and the other party wouldn't be in charge of food.

"At the moment, the most are cotton and bud. Song Xiaoyue was actually thinking about how long it would take to plant food at the current speed of the space.

She plans to expand the scale, and it would be better to get another flour grinder and make some white rice noodles to make money.

Ren Nanyang was a little undecided, this is an era of asking for bills everywhere, even if you have money, it is very inconvenient to have no tickets, and you don't know how many years it will take 30,000 yuan......

But if you want food, with Wang Yongfeng and his means, you will definitely be able to make money in the end. ......

He couldn't make up his mind.

Wang Yongfeng didn't care about him: "Can I buy some more? I don't have any money now, but this batch will be rich immediately!"

"Okay, give you two and a half months, and we'll meet again in half a month. The last sentence was said to Ren Nanyang.

"Good, good, good!" both nodded in agreement.

Song Xiaoyue also needs time, so they all give both parties a more free time, and when she was about to go out, Ren Nanyang stopped her.

"Is this safe?" Ren Nanyang worried, now there are people patrolling the road, and when they see someone carrying a basket, they have to stop to see what is in the basket to prevent someone from speculating.

"It's okay, my people are at the mouth of the alley. ”

"Oooh. "So those people are still there.

"That's right, you wait!" Ren Nanyang stopped Song Xiaoyue, who was leaving, and quickly ran to the house, and came out with a small basket after a while.

"There's a little money here, it's usually used to light the fire, it's not worth a few dollars, you take it back. These are the tickets he usually uses to light the fire.

Song Xiaoyue took it with a smile. Decades later, where is the first set of renminbi that is not valuable? The most worthless ones are also several thousand, and he will give them away now, and the worst ones in the future will be thousands of yuan.

Song Xiaoyue turned a few corners, passed by a public toilet, went to the space to check everything and pile it up, and then got out of the toilet and went straight to the bus.

This time, Song Xiaoyue took the initiative to hand over the 5 cents ticket, the conductor looked at her, took it without saying anything, and let her get on the bus, without asking her why she was alone.

At this time, 5 cents is a lot of money for the farmer, working in the production team, the whole family earns only about 2 cents, so everyone would rather walk back and forth when there is something, and few are willing to take the car.

Along the way, Song Xiaoyue summed up the experience of this transaction, and first made serious self-criticism, which was really thrilling. It can be successfully completed, all by God's favor.

I calmed down and thought about the past few days.

I was just reborn the day before yesterday, and I was ignorant, and I thought I was dreaming. Then I found the space and had another busy night to calm my excitement.

Then I drove for another day and saw Fang Yuan. This early in the morning, I made a big deal and got a huge amount of money.

Now she just needs to guard the calligraphy and painting, as well as those pen and paper, eat and drink by the space, and slowly wait for her fortune.

But does she really want to do this? In her God-given life, when Ren Nanyang's money is about to reach the highest value, it will probably be after she is forty years old, and she will do nothing before the age of forty.

How can it be!

She used to be rich, and she had many, many times more money than she does now, so it was a joke for her to stop fighting for this money, and wait for death to eat.

What made her happiest after being reborn was not the money, but that she met Jiang Sheng again and protected him.....

But now that Jiang Sheng is far away in the sky, she can't get close and can't get close. In those free years, what is she going to do, sell grain to make money?

Ren Nanyang opened a door for her.

She can do a lot, and when she used to watch TV, a lot of cultural relics were either taken abroad or destroyed without her knowledge, and she can do a lot.

Song Xiaoyue smiled and muttered, "Win-win, why not?"

......

As soon as Song Xiaoyue left, Wang Yongfeng put away all the looks on his face, pulled the stunned Ren Nanyang and ran home.

It wasn't until they saw several sacks of cotton and budding rice that the two of them felt like they were separated from each other

Everything is true, not an immortal jump..... It's really a good thing!

"What day is today?" Wang Yongfeng asked.

"It's not a good day." Ren Nanyang Road.

"How could it not be, today is our brother's way to make a fortune!"

Ren Nanyang nodded fiercely.

Song Xiaoyue got off the long-distance car, and before she had taken two steps, she saw Fang Liangyuan striding towards her.

"You kid, why are you so wild! You dare to go to the provincial capital! Look at what you can!" Fang Liangyuan reprimanded in his mouth, but he faintly admired in his heart.

He was running errands in the village, when he received a notice from the commune, saying that a child from their production team went all the way to the city, and then took a car to the province, and met the secretary, which was a strange adventure.

"Still laughing! If you are caught, what will you do, how can you have the money to go and come back?" Fang Liangyuan asked.

What is the situation at Song Xiaoyue's house, Fang Liangyuan knows it clearly, and it costs a dollar or two to go back and forth this time.

Regarding how to lie, Song Xiaoyue and Jiang Sheng have already confessed to each other. ！

Countrymen get married very early, some little girls get married at the age of fifteen or sixteen, and they have their first child before the age of twenty, Song Xiaoyue is 12 years old, and she is regarded as a big girl who can be ready to marry in the countryside, and she can't let people know that she went to Song Jiangsheng.

A girl who is not too big and a half is going all the way to send a teenager...... No matter how many reasons there are, it's not good to say.

And if the commune knows, it is equivalent to the brigade knows.

And Jiang Sheng didn't know what rhetoric he used, and the secretary didn't know how to explain it, in short, Fang Liangyuan only knew that he was going to pick up people, and he didn't know anything else.

That's why Fang Liangyuan is curious.

"I went to help Grandma Su with the money. ”

"Oh, oh. Fang Liangyuan suddenly realized, this is possible, the only one in the village who can have some intersection with the provincial capital and can command him to pick up people is only Mrs. Su.

"What's the matter, the old lady can still have something to do to go to the provincial capital?"

Although I don't know the specific age of Mrs. Su, but the old lady is a prestigious old man in the village, as long as Song Xiaoyue doesn't say it, in fact, Fang Liangyuan doesn't dare to ask after her.

"Last winter, Grandma Su fell down in the meadow, and I found her and helped her back, and then I often went to Grandma Su's house to help her work. "This can be said, at least I can tell Fang Liangyuan.

However, Song Xiaoyue still added: "Grandma Su has a bad temper and doesn't like others to interfere in her affairs, even if the captain knows it, you have to pretend not to know." ”

"Oooh. "Old Mrs. Su has always been withdrawn and eccentric, and it is not strange for him to ask for anything.

After waiting for a long time, she didn't see Song Xiaoyue explain what she was going to do, Fang Liangyuan was not surprised, it must be Mrs. Su who didn't let her say.

He came to pick up Su Yuchun back to the village, and the two got into the donkey cart together.

Along the way, Fang Liangyuan was chatting with Song Xiaoyue, mainly telling her not to run around like this in the future, saying that there were traffickers, and then secretly trying to find out what Mrs. Su asked the little girl to do in the provincial capital.

As soon as the key question was asked, the little girl smiled at him.

It seems that this little girl is not as wooden and honest as she usually becomes, but she is very fine! Not to mention a teenager, it is a lot of adults, it is not difficult for him to say something!

How is this little girl weird, could it be that the previous Mu Na was all pretended, and I don't know who this character looks like......

In the evening, the ox cart arrived at the head of the village, and Song Xiaoyue said goodbye to Fang Liangyuan and walked towards Mrs. Su's house, which was located in the depths of the meadow.

Fang Liangyuan kept looking at her, saw Old Lady Su open the door, watched Song Xiaoyue walk straight in, saw Old Lady Su close the door, and completely believed her words.

If Song Xiaoyue had Mrs. Su's support, her status in Fang Liangyuan's mind would have risen a lot.

Fang Liangyuan left with a pensive face.

Song Xiaoyue returned home, although she didn't know when she would come back, but Grandma Su was preparing food, and listening to Song Xiaoyue's interesting stories on the road was fascinating.

It turned out that there was another large-scale number of educated youths going to the countryside, and there were also some in the fifties, and those were all good sons and daughters of the motherland

Why is this little girl so happy, although Grandma Su likes the current Song Xiaoyue, but it's also quite strange.

......

Dinner had been prepared, and Mrs. Su brought out Song Xiaoyue's share, which made her heart warm and her face even more smiling.

This time, Fang Liang was far away, otherwise she would have kept a basket to fill some corn outside and came back.

Next time!

After dinner, Song Xiaoyue wanted to go back to the West House, and Mrs. Su rarely said a word, she said: "The window is pasted."

The window in the Westinghouse is broken, and the wind blows at night.

...... It's caring about her.

Song Xiaoyue's eyes turned red all of a sudden, she received too little attention when she was young, so a little kindness from others would make her burst into tears.

Song Xiaoyue went back to the house, carefully thinking about the death of Mrs. Su in the previous life.....

In her previous life, Mrs. Su was found by the villagers a few days after her death because she didn't like to associate with Ren, and her body was well preserved because it was winter.

At that time, after Song Xiaoyue heard the news, the old lady had been dead for half a month, and no one could tell whether she was killed by a fall or a natural death, and she was in her eighties when she died.

It was found out by the village organizers who went to the Wubao households to help.

Like Mrs. Su, who lived to be in her eighties, she could already be regarded as a long life, but it was a pity that she couldn't see Grandma Su for the last time.

Song Xiaoyue thought about it and decided to mix a little space well water into the water tank every day in the future to improve Grandma Su's physique.

After locking the door, Song Xiaoyue entered the space.

Now the space is much more vibrant, corn and cotton are the most, and the rest is still vegetables, fortunately, the space is the crop is ripe and falls off by itself, otherwise picking cotton is enough for her to work.

Song Xiaoyue grows several common vegetables, and the general maturity period is 2 months, that is, 6 days. Two days have now passed.

Cucumbers and beans and the like need to be put on a shelf. It stumped her, there were no branches in the space. So she went out of the house again and went to the roadside to pick up branches.

Her home is in the plains, and the nearest mountain is 80 miles away. There is no forest near the brigade, and there is only a small grove in the brigade next door.

However, because the soil here is not good, there are birch trees everywhere, and it is not difficult to pick up suitable branches.

There are large meadows in their village, as well as sour jujube wood, and the firewood of sour jujube wood is very resistant to burning, which is not a rare thing.

It was already completely dark, and she could barely see her fingers, so Song Xiaoyue was relieved to enter the space and returned to the Su family.

Taking care of several vegetables, Song Xiaoyue looked at the remaining large area of land and began to worry.

This space is only as far as the eye can see, it looks small, but in fact it is not small at all, because crops grow fast, if you don't plan well, you may have to move in the space 24 hours a day.

If all 10 acres of land are planted, she may have just finished planting here, and she will have to harvest it quickly. I have to be in this field every day.

But if you don't grow food and have nothing to exchange, how can you realize your ambitions?

"Hey, it's a pity that there are no cultivators, seeders, rice transplanters, harvesters, threshers, mills, and I have to convert them to solar engines, otherwise I will be blind. "Gasoline, she just has money and tickets, and if she buys this small body, people have to get to the bottom of it.

But now these things can only be owned by the collective, and the little people have no way to buy them at all!

"If only it could be harvested with consciousness, as in some novels. Song Xiaoyue muttered.

Suddenly, the brain "buzzed", and the whole space became a shrinking image appeared in my mind.

Small wooden houses, small barns, small vegetable patches.

In the dark, Song Xiaoyue felt that she must stay calm now! Don't panic, don't be alarmed, otherwise once this state is interrupted, there will be no next time.

Now the whole vegetable garden is a three-dimensional form in her mind, and she keeps her mood stable and lets the space develop on its own.

She saw the heavens and the earth, and in the mist, mysterious characters were whirling and floating.

In 3D, the place she stands in is just a tiny dot that stretches out to the infinite expanse of land if she wants.

She thought about those things, and her consciousness flashed over them, and they were clear. She felt like she was going to be around her as soon as her mind moved, and she didn't have to go to the warehouse to rummage through it.

Everything is under her control, zooming in or out, it's just a matter of thought.

In the field was a small basket she had asked for from Ren Nanyang's house, containing some corn kernels, and next to it were broken wooden basins and tea pots mixed with well water.

She still has to step up to grow grain in order to receive all the renminbi from Ren Nanyang.

Consciousness drifted to the corn kernels, and as soon as the mind moved, a corn kernel flew up out of thin air, fell to the land next to it, and fell into it in a blink of an eye.

A small balloon of water flew out of the basin, exactly what she was used to, and it landed where the corn kernels had sunk.

In the blink of an eye, a seed sprouts, grows, blossoms, and bears fruit.

Looking at the golden corn, Song Xiaoyue's heart moved, and she felt that it was time to harvest, and sure enough, the fruit fell down with a click.

It turns out that she doesn't need to wait until it falls off automatically, as long as she manipulates it with her consciousness, she can create the effect of tens of millions of people growing food together, and she doesn't need to contribute at all.

Even if the food or cash crops that fell to the ground are not put away, those grains and crops will slowly lurk deep underground, and she can still see them in 3D.

If it is not picked up for half an hour, it will slowly melt into the ground. If they are picked up, even if they are not put in the warehouse, as long as they are placed in baskets or bags, without direct contact with the soil, they will always exist.

Because all things are too mysterious, this space is the most mysterious, so Song Xiaoyue learned not to take it seriously.

Song Xiaoyue looked at the three ears of corn on the ground, and they flew into the basket next to them.

Song Xiaoyue suppressed the excitement in her heart, repeating the operation just now, sowing, watering, and harvesting......

At this rate, it will not take a few days to grow grain and cash crops in exchange for Ren Nanyang's pen and paper.

Sowing, watering, harvesting......

Unconsciously filled four bags of marijuana, just as Song Xiaoyue was thinking about what to take again, her brain suddenly felt dizzy.