"A woman's house?" Guan Dashan didn't react to the meaning of these words for a while, but Mu Tun Chang whispered a sentence on the side, and Guan Dashan nodded suddenly in realization.

After thinking about it for a while, Guan Dashan gave Osmanthus an answer, there are only widows in the whole village, and there are not many people who don't have a man to support them, there is only one, and this family is still very familiar with Osmanthus, that is, Mrs. Liu's family.

As soon as she heard that it was Cuihua's ** family, Osmanthus subconsciously looked at Cuihua who was busy preparing lunch, and nodded, which was considered to know.

"In this case, there are only twenty-two households in our two villages combined. Two uncles, one person from each of these twenty-two families, will come early tomorrow morning to help me clear the wasteland. For the rest, we have to trouble the two of you to go to other disaster-stricken villages in our town to inquire and ask, and it doesn't matter if the people who open up the wasteland use families who don't have men in their families, or those who don't have strong laborers, or if they come to work one day earlier or one day later. As for the salary, it's the same as everybody's. ”

Chief Mutun heard that Osmanthus wanted to give those widows a chance to earn food alone.

This reclamation seems to be not difficult, but if it is really done, it is indeed not a difficult task.

It's autumn and the weather is dry, so you don't need to set fire to the weeds, so you can only get rid of them by hand or with tools such as a sickle.

But it was much lighter than the houses and mud they built.

Guan Dashan and Mu Tun Chang both expressed their attitudes, and said that they would leave and try to send the news in the evening.

Osmanthus told them to remember clearly who came out to work, and when they went back to count the grain, Osmanthus was only responsible for sending a total number, but she didn't care about the subdivision of the work.

As soon as they arrived at the gate of the village, Osmanthus saw a carriage rushing towards Qinhe Village from a distance.

Looking at the style of the carriage, it is not rich, but it is very familiar.

Waiting for the carriage to get closer and closer, Osmanthus remembered that the carriage was not the one Mu Shaohua was riding in when he came before?

Seeing that Mu Shaohua was coming, Osmanthus hurriedly took a few steps forward.

As soon as the carriage stopped, Osmanthus heard Mu Shaohua's voice from inside, "Girl, it's done!" It's done! ”

"What happened?" Osmanthus was stunned for a moment, then her eyes widened suddenly, and she exclaimed: "The matter of grain is done?" ”

"It's not just about food!" Mu Shaohua laughed, stretched out his hand towards Osmanthus, and said, "Come on the car, let's talk in the car." ”

At this time, where can Osmanthus still use Mu Shaohua to pull herself in the car, as soon as she heard that the food was ready, she immediately climbed into the car with both hands and feet, what clothes were not folded, wrinkled, completely ignored, and followed Mu Shaohua directly into the carriage.

As soon as she came in, Osmanthus was stunned in place, but she didn't expect that Mu Shaohua was not the only one in the carriage, but also a teenager who looked like he was sitting in the carriage.

Seeing that although the young man looked to be only thirteen or fourteen years old, he was very stable and dressed in gorgeous clothes, and he saw that his identity was definitely not ordinary.

Mu Shaohua was stunned when he saw Osmanthus, hurriedly pulled her sleeve over, and introduced: "Osmanthus, this is the little son of the landlord's family I said, Young Master Feng." ”。

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