Grandpa Song was responsible for answering the questions of the men in the village.

Mrs. Ma was in charge of answering questions from the women in the village.

There was no one around, and they were busy and surrounded by groups.

"Patriarch Ren, I really don't know what I have to hide from you. The man only said he had something to ask. Didn't you see that they came home and appeared in front of us? It's just that there is something really wrong, and we are not given a chance to ask. That kind of person, can it be that our little people come forward to ask? ”

"His aunt, my third son doesn't know what's going on, he's confused, saying that he can only know when he goes, can I know?"

"What are we fooling you about? If there is any news, a village lives, can you not tell it? ”

Grandpa Song and Mrs. Ma, as diplomatic spokespersons on the other side of the river, spoke in a unified voice.

Last night, they discussed it, when Song Fusheng was found by the money and grain officials, and when he came back, he would leak the word to the people in the village that we were not requisitioned, and we were exempted from taxation in exchange for helping to plant chili peppers.

At this time, it is not clear to pretend.

At that time, it was said that Song Fusheng was found this time, and people had just told him, so we only knew.

can't stop the people in the village from being able to associate it, and they have already figured it out in their hearts.

There was a beautiful man riding a horse and wearing a fox fur by the river, and the beautiful man was awe-inspiring, and the little guys around him were proud of everyone.

The attitude of the officials towards the gang on the other side of the river.

That group of people was able to miraculously open a shop in Fengtian City, as if a few dim sum shops had suddenly sprung up from the ground, and they had never heard any news before. Just like this time.

Before the Chinese New Year, horse-drawn carts, ox carts, and all kinds of carts frequently appeared in the village to look for the gang on the other side of the river.

And there were those who gave gifts to the gang.

The hearts of the people in the village began to become hot.

Ren Zisheng, Song Fusheng.

Every household in the village began to face it squarely, and at this moment they really realized that in addition to Ren Zisheng, there may be another capable person in the village, Song Fusheng.

Probably Song Fusheng is also their last straw, belonging to someone above who can speak.

The people in the village think that no matter if they can help in the end, even if they don't work in a good team like the two boys of Ren Gongxin's family, at least they can get some gossip from Song Fusheng. To see if they can use food and money to pay, it is better than the two of them having their eyes dark.

Whenever there is such a "big event" in the village, the big white fat girls can't rush forward.

Otherwise, her family would not be able to live by the river, and the different surnames in the village always seem insignificant in front of the big surname "Ren".

Therefore, the main characters such as Grandpa Song and Mrs. Ma can be surrounded by people with heads and faces in the village.

The big white fat girls can only start from the children.

She grabbed Song Jinbao: "You know me, right?" ”

"I know, you have sent frozen tofu, dried tofu, soybean curd, soybean paste, and my fat sister's soy milk to my house."

"Ouch, you have a really good memory." The big white flesh grabbed a small pinch of fried beans from his pocket like pain. Life is not good, and my mother-in-law said that there will be no snacks for her to eat in the future.

"Here you go."

"I don't want it."

"It's delicious, crunchy and burnt when you bite it."

Song Jinbao swallowed and spitted: "Then don't either," we have three disciplines and eight points of attention.

Dabai couldn't pay a bribe, so he could only fool around, "I know, your family is exempt from military service." "Thinking about the child's small size, deceive.

"What are you talking about?" Unexpectedly, Song Jinbao frowned at her, and asked rhetorically: "Who are you listening to, I want to ask that person!" ”

"Me?"

"Who the hell is it!"

"Huh?" Da Bai looked at Song Jinbao and was really anxious, "What I said is what I said." ”

"Hmph, it's not good for you to do this," Song Jinbao turned his head and ran away.

Big white fat girl: They weren't exempted, you see that kid is in a hurry.

Song Jinbao: Hmph, we have three disciplines and eight points of attention. If their own group leaked the secret, he had the right to supervise, and then he would report to the third uncle who was not strict-mouthed.

Fortunately, it was the woman in the village who said it.

It's not their gang that leaks air.

If someone asks Jinbao, what are the three disciplines and eight points of attention do you have?

He will tell you that one of the three major disciplines of their gang is to keep secrets, and not to go out and talk about their own affairs.

The other two disciplines are:

Everything is under command, and there is something to do together.

All seizures must be handed over to the public, and all the money earned must be put on the surface.

Eight points of attention, that's more.

As small as giving is giving, and borrowing is borrowing. Borrow a stitch and a thread and return it in person. If something is damaged, you will lose money according to the price, and you can't miss a copper plate.

It's so big that the third uncle said that it is not allowed to molest women.

The women include: little girls, big girls, little daughters-in-law, and old women.

Moreover, regardless of whether it is outside the village, no woman can flirtat.

People like Song Jinbao were dragged to inquire, not to mention Mrs. Ma.

It was the grandfather's family who met on the way to escape the desert and rescued Mrs. Ma.

Grandpa's family entered the village with three ox carts.

The old man's grandfather can only move his legs, and he is here on crutches, so the people in the village should let us go, right? There is a guest at home.

Patriarch Ren and the others could only watch Grandpa Song lead three ox carts across the bridge.

From the doorstep of the house.

"Why are you here on a snowy day?"

The old man's grandfather waved his hand, and his two sons and two grandsons untied the straw curtains tied to the ox cart.

Mrs. Ma lost her voice.

Grandpa Song lost his voice.

Three carts full of grain.

The old man's grandfather said:

"We're different from the people here.

We're the ones who almost gnawed the bark of a tree.

You also know about my house, and you have some surplus silver in your hand, so when I came here, I bought a lot of grain and hid it.

This time? Alas, I knew that your days would be difficult.

Although there is a lot of money, it can't stop the many people, and there are many guys who want to buy anything.

No, I'll pull some food for you, and I don't know if it's enough. I didn't feel at ease, so I followed. ”

Grandpa Song's eyes suddenly turned red, and his heart was so hot that it seemed like something was surging into his eyes.

A brisk step forward and grabbed the old man's grandfather's hand: "Uncle, I, you?" ”

Mrs. Ma also dragged the old wife of the master's grandfather into the courtyard with great enthusiasm: "What's the matter, have you recruited soldiers over there?" ”

These words made my grandfather's wife almost cry before she entered the house, "It's levy, what should I do, I already buried one on the road." This is also our trip, I want to discuss with you to see if we can come up with a solution when there are many people. My lord often said at home, your three sons have a good brain. ”

Grandpa Song had already told over there: "We may really have a way, Fusheng has been found." ”

"What? Where are you going? ”

"Let's go, let's go into the house, let's talk slowly, just wait for the Fusheng family to come, maybe I can really think of a move for you."

At the same time, at a certain yamen in Fengtian City.

Mao Junyi didn't need to see Song Fusheng.

What a big official he is, there are too many things under his hands, and now is the busiest time for him, but he still decided to see it in person.

Song Fusheng also saw it.

The conversation between them was interrupted several times. Sometimes you can't even say a complete sentence.

There are those who hold documents for Mao Junyi to approve, those who let the card seal sign, and people often come in to ask for instructions.

In addition, in Mao Junyi's office, there are only four clerks, like a modern secretary.

These four people, each with their own duties. One of them is responsible for recording the content of Mao Junyi's conversation with him and sorting out the documents for filing.

"Well, you can also take a bite, too, hungry," Mao Junyi pointed to the bun that had just been sent in.

I haven't eaten for most of the day, and it's been the past few days.

His stomach was not so hungry that he was growling, and he couldn't think of eating, Mao Junyi was too busy.

"You don't have to reply to the adults one by one, feel free, let's talk while eating. Tell me how many peppers you can grow if I allocate 500 acres of land for you. ”

Such a leader, Song Fusheng saw that he was doing practical things.

I don't spare the bend and say:

"My lord, forget it. It is planned to harvest dried red peppers, transplant more intensively per acre, row spacing of 12 inches, plant spacing of less than 1 inch, planting two to three plants per hole, then 18,000 plants per acre. ”

Song Fusheng squinted his eyes again, and was mentally arithmetic:

Fertilization is intended to use only poultry and livestock manure plus plant ash and humus compost, using this most basic fertilizer.

As well as considering the growth characteristics of peppers themselves, they like high temperatures, early planting does not germinate at low temperatures, and a few catties of chili peppers at home can harvest a catty of dried chili peppers, etc.

He told Mao Junyi: "18,000 plants, that is, the yield of dried red peppers per mu is about 500 catties, and if it is a normal green pepper, the yield per mu is about 2,500 catties." ”

Song Fusheng didn't know what he looked like when he said this, but in the eyes of Mao Junyi and his secretary, Song Fusheng could tell the answer with only a slight pause, and the speed was so fast that it was a technical flow at a glance. Doing things and talking, he is a practical type.