Feng Qixiang promised Qiao Lan that he would not show "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" to a third person, in order not to lead to that book, he didn't tell the truth now, "Why, can't these be my words?"

"Uncle packing tickets, it's not that you say it, you can't say it. Zhan Blowing Waves decisively vetoed. If it weren't for Qiao Lan's young age, and everyone couldn't say these words, he might think of Qiao Lan. "I heard that you have summoned hundreds of wounded soldiers and disabled generals of the Dingyuan Army to give them a pension and send them to their deaths. Could it be ...... among them?"

"Neither, don't guess, don't think about ruining your brain. Feng Qixiang interrupted Zhan Blowing Waves' random conjecture, "I have something more important to tell you this time." He took a small purse from his sleeve, tore it open, and poured it over the table, the golden grains pouring onto the white paper, which looked precious, but only looked. Grains are grains, and where can they be precious?

"Rice, little madman, what the hell are you doing, don't make a fool of yourself. Your father and your father are both single-knife and straightforward styles, how can you grind and chirp in your life, like a girl. Zhan Blowing Lang said dissatisfied. Feng Qixiang didn't care about his complaints, and said, "Don't you look at what is special about this rice?"

Qiao Chongrui stepped forward, looked at it carefully, and said, "It seems to be very full, and the grains are relatively large, unlike the rice grown in the country." ”

When Zhan Chuilang heard this, he was also interested, picked up a handful, put it in his mouth and chewed it, "Well, that's right, it's not the rice of the country." Where did it come from? But is there anything else special? Is the yield high?"

"The yield per mu is more than 1,000 catties. Feng Qixiang said.

"How much?!" Zhan Fulang was about to spit out the grain dregs in his mouth, when he heard the words "more than 1,000 catties per mu". He forgot what was in his mouth, and he was startled and foamed at the mouth. Feng Qixiang stood far away and was not sprayed, but he was extremely disgusted, and took a few steps back. He repeated, "More than a thousand pounds." ”

Zhan Chuilang saw that Qiao Chongrui was also so surprised that he couldn't do it, he was sure that he heard it right, this kid did say "more than a thousand catties", but ......, "You are a stunned young man who doesn't understand." Let's play. "Zhan Blowing Waves is going to drive Feng Qixiang out. But Feng Yi was watching from the side, so he had no choice but to give up, "Little madman, uncle is busy." I don't have time to joke with you. Fooling around. Hurry home. Dance and dance with guns and play with guns, and after you have practiced, come to your uncle again, and your uncle will arrange you to be in the army. ”

"You don't believe me?"

"Uncle doesn't believe you. I don't believe in the rice. Do you know how much rice generally yields per mu? Just come up with the sentence 'The yield per mu is more than 1,000 catties.' Don't say such things that you don't know what to say, you will be laughed at in vain. Zhan Blowing Waves has a sense of helplessness that is indisputable.

"Yes, Hengzhu has already told you, you don't believe it, just don't look for me when you turn around. Feng Qixiang got up, put away the rice on the table and put it back in his purse, and then went out.

"Wait, tell me, where did this rice come from?"

"Own master ......" Feng Qixiang wanted to take the matter down, but after thinking about it, the money is still growing sweet potatoes, and it is not difficult to visit Zhan Blowing Waves, instead of hiding it, it is better to say it generously, "Give it to Brother Qiao, and Brother Qiao will give it to me." ”

"Ah, it's Joe Boy. Zhan Fulang sighed inexplicably, and then stretched out his hand, "Then show me what kind of rice again." "What came out of Boy Joe, maybe it's true. "Those words just now were also said by that master, right?"

Feng Qixiang resisted the idea of pasting the purse onto Zhan Chuilang's face, and just threw the purse back on the table. Zhan Blowing Lang was distressed, "Don't, what should I do if I hurt the grains." You didn't say it earlier, such a precious seed, I still chewed it and chewed it, it's a pity. "If it is really a thousand catties per mu, my God, this is rice, it is more precious than gold. "Well, if you look closely, it's really not an ordinary thing, it seems to have a fairy aura around ......"

“……”

"Is there any? ”

"Nope!"

"I'll go back and ask Boy Joe, he must have some left. ”

"Yes!"

Feng Qixiang is busy with such major events as the rise and fall of his family and country, Qiao Lan can't manage so much, and she is also very busy. It is imperative for her to hoard grain and accumulate wealth.

Hoarding food is to be able to quickly help grandpa and dad and their forces after going back, in her cognition, grandpa and dad will never be alone, there will always be a large group of brothers and subordinates around them, especially dad, there are so many soldiers under his hands, in danger, they must be hugging together. The purpose of collecting money is to one day, I am fortunate enough to bring my grandfather and father here, so that they can become rich.

With a head, there is also momentum.

Qiao Lan began to focus more on the West Bank and Qian Mei, and Beicun was less in charge, and sometimes, she was confused, Beicun was still not the field in her name.

There is no border between Beicun and Xinzhuang, and the long-term workers on both sides are often mixed together, and everyone works together, and when there is no work, they recall the eventful years together.

Yu Dana said that it was time to draw seedlings and plant fields, and after seeing the demonstrations and understanding what was going on, the long-term workers in Beicun began to work, and then the long-term workers in Xinzhuang also came to help. Many of them were sick, but they were not slow to do their work, and hundreds of people planted the paddy fields in Beicun within five days, and then they were out of control, and after six days, the fields in Xinzhuang were all green.

Tong housekeeper said, should go to Luzhou, the fish fry back to put in, hundreds of long workers out of dozens of not missing arms and legs, drive the car to set off, a few days later the fry are transported back, the first to put is still the field of Beicun, I don't know where they came from the consensus, there is a job to start from Beicun, Xinzhuang finished.

Yu Dana said to build a wall to enclose the North Village, hundreds of long-term workers went into battle together, masonry and mud, hum, hum, a three-meter-high wall along the boundary of the North Village, and then extended, extended, extended, until Xinzhuang was also included. Yu Dana added that a low wall was built between Beicun and Xinzhuang to separate the two places. The long-term workers carried shovels and shovels, snapped, and built a low wall between Beicun and Xinzhuang, how short it was, anyway, it could be passed by a step, and it was a mud wall, a mud wall that would fall down when touched. Asking for a little more, the long-term workers pretended to be stupid together, "What are you talking about, big steward?" The wind is too strong, we can't hear it, you say it again." ”

Steward Tong said to build a water conservancy to connect Xinzhuang and Yaoshui River, okay, build a water conservancy directly in Beicun, and then borrow the ditch of Beicun to go to Xinzhuang.

Qiao Lan decided to turn a blind eye to Beicun, as long as there was no trouble, she would let those soldiers and ruffians make trouble. Her stocking policy caused the old Dingyuan Army units that came one after another to live directly in the bungalows in Beicun, because the bungalows in Xinzhuang were already full. (To be continued.) )