Until the evening Osmanthus fell asleep, there was still no news of the Holy Decree, although Osmanthus was anxious, but also understood the twists and turns.

Shang Pinzhai was first squeezed by the Drunken Immortal Pavilion, and now the holy decree is also two holy decrees coming down together, at least if he inquires a little, he can know that this holy decree is for a village girl.

If he came to the village to make a holy decree by the person who gave the holy decree, wouldn't it mean that his identity as Lu Dazhi was the same as that of the village aunt of Osmanthus.

So it's not unusual that he'll hold back the footsteps of the messenger.

Early the next morning, Osmanthus and Chu Yannian arrived at Yangchang with the copper coins they had prepared long ago.

At this time, there was already a lively scene on the field, some mothers-in-law were holding melon seeds in their hands, and some daughters-in-law were holding needlework, and they were gathering together to chat.

Seeing the osmanthus and them coming, these people stopped what they were talking about and greeted the osmanthus with a smile.

In the past few days, there have been forty-two people who have made cakes, and Osmanthus is not stingy, and one person has given a salary of one hundred yuan, which can make these women very happy.

"Ladies and uncles, this money is not only the wages I told you before, but also the reward given to us by the shopkeeper of the Drunken Immortal Pavilion Restaurant. If someone really asks, don't just say that I gave it! Osmanthus smiled and told everyone, this is naturally to distract some people from their bad thoughts about their own home.

Anyway, the Drunken Immortal Pavilion family has a big business, and they are not afraid to carry more things.

"Yes, yes, yes! is still the generosity of the shopkeeper of the Drunken Immortal Pavilion, and in just three days, we have been paid a salary of 100 Wen! ”

Immediately, a mother-in-law in the crowd began to respond, and for a while, people said that the voice of the drunken fairy pavilion was good, but it far exceeded the voice of saying that osmanthus was good.

Osmanthus is not angry, this is what she wants.

After getting the silver, these people laughed at each other and dispersed, and as for the osmanthus, they turned around and went to the greenhouse.

And at this time, in the greenhouse, Liu Daniu, Guan Dashan, and a few honest and hard-working men in the village have already been waiting there.

For the greenhouse planting, in fact, there is nothing special to explain about osmanthus, but she just talked about the salary, and she really doesn't know as much as these men.

These people are also real people, and after listening to the wages given, they all smiled and said yes, and then they carried the tools and began to get busy. As for Guan Dashan, after being a notary, he also left.

The original three rows of greenhouses became two rows, plus Chu Lishou and Liu Daniu, a total of six men came to do the work of these two greenhouses, which was not so tiring.

There is nothing to do with osmanthus in farming, so Osmanthus went to the greenhouse where Lao Liaotou was, discussed with Lao Liaotou to see which day to move the sugar making tools, and then left.

In his own small greenhouse, there are already seedlings that have produced green fruits, which is something that Osmanthus did not expect.

But what she didn't expect even more was that this thing that bears fruit looks a bit like a persimmon.

"God, it can't really be a persimmon!" Osmanthus squatted on the edge of the ground, staring intently at the fruit that was not yet big enough to cover his fingers, and his heart was surging.

"If this is really a persimmon, then wouldn't I have to make a big deal?" Osmanthus was excited for a while, and wanted to reach out to touch the fruit, but she was afraid of touching it, so she finally withdrew her hand and continued to squat there and look at the persimmon excitedly.

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