, the fastest update of the latest chapter of Splendid Pastoral: Farmhouse Small Landlord! After the wheat was harvested, the Song family's wheat was taken to the town and sold a batch. The money in the public was also abundant.

The matter of winter wheat was also brought up by Old Man Song, and the whole family discussed.

"The wheat seeds have been bought, I mean try to plant them...... If you plant it, you will earn it, and if you can't plant it, you will delay your efforts and waste some manpower......" Old Man Song said.

His eyes fell on his three sons, "What do you think?" ”

"My daughter said yes, yes!" Song Chengyi immediately expressed his support.

"Done!" Song Chengli nodded.

Song Chengzhong should also go down, take people's hands short, eat people's mouth short, and take Song Qingyuan's ten acres of land, he can't object to this matter, even if he is not willing to work hard.

The three of them should go down, and Old Man Song said, "Yuan'er, what do you think of the arrangement?" ”

Song Qingyuan thought for a while, "Master, I will hire a group of short-term workers to plough the ground and apply fertilizer, and I don't need my family to contribute to this." ”

Just after harvesting the wheat, the fertility in the field is not enough, at this time turn the ground and fertilize, let the fertilizer ferment in the field, two months later, plant winter wheat just right.

"Our family has enough hands, who can we hire!" Old Man Song said angrily, "The eldest child, the second child, and the third child are all at home now, and they can all do it." ”

"It's this fertilizer...... Old Man Song smashed his tongue, "Our pigs are caught late, and there is little fertilizer, so we have to buy this fertilizer." ”

The Song family has forty acres of land, and the fertilizer they have saved is simply not enough.

"Then buy it!" Song Qingyuan nodded.

"Third child, go to Sanlitun tomorrow and buy a few truckloads ......of fertilizer and come back," Old Man Song commanded.

"Master, I'll pay for the fertilizer." Song Qingyuan said.

If you want to cultivate the field continuously, you have to invest in it and fertilize it vigorously.

Forty acres of land, the cost of fertilizer, at least two or three taels of silver.

Old Man Song waved his hand with a resolute expression, "The silver of fertilizer comes out of the family, and there is no need to hire manpower, the family is ready, there are cattle, there are long-term workers, who are hired!" ”

"And the silver of winter wheat, half of which will be given to you by the family."

"If you can't plant it, don't say anything, if you plant it, the grain will be divided equally." Old Man Song said, "The family's silver, buy a dowry for Lian'er first, and when the lotus pod is sold, I will make up the silver for you." ”

Song Qingyuan knew that Old Man Song was afraid that she would not be able to grow it, and wanted to share her losses.

The kindness of the old man......

"Okay! That's it, sir! Song Qingyuan nodded in response, "If it is planted, the production will be half of the public middle school and the second room." ”

The matter was finalized, Song Chengzhong and Song Chengyi went to open up the wasteland, and Song Chengli went to contact the fertilizer matter.

Old Man Song picked up his hoe and prepared to go to the ground together.

"Master, wait a minute!" Song Qingyuan stopped Old Man Song.

"What's the matter?" Old Man Song stopped.

Song Qingyuan said, "Master will go to Master Qian's house another day, and let Master Qian help inquire to see if there are any vacancies in the county office." ”

"Silver is not a problem, I still have it here." Song Qingyuan was full of confidence.

Old Man Song was stunned, what does Yuan'er mean by this?

"Are you trying to give your father ......" Old Man Song's brain is a little messy, and the second child is not the material that can go to the yamen on an errand!

"It's not!" Song Qingyuan shook his head, "Yicheng has no grade, it's time for the master's official to move." ”

What the! Old Man Song's eyes widened instantly.

Completely stunned.

The granddaughter didn't want to find a job for the second child, but to buy him an official.

Old Man Song put down his hoe, he had to think about it.

"Yuan'er, why did you suddenly remember this?" Old Man Song was puzzled, okay, why did Song Qingyuan want to buy him an official, as soon as he said this, he couldn't come back for a long time.

"Master!" Song Qingyuan got a little closer, and whispered, "Our winter wheat, once it is planted, it will not only be the grain, but also the future of the master." ”

"Master, think about it carefully......"

Old Man Song's mind was clear, and when Song Qingyuan was a little, he immediately understood.

His eyes lit up, and he said excitedly, "Yuan'er, you mean ......?"

It is every man's dream to be promoted and make a fortune, even if the old man Song is already in his fifties, it is no exception.

"Hmm!" Song Qingyuan nodded heavily, "Master, if our family is just an ordinary person, if we grow winter wheat and report it, we can get a reward of a few hundred taels of silver at most." ”

"Ruoye is a high-grade official ......"

Old Man Song understands that if he is a high-ranking official, promotion is certain.

Even if he is a master in the county, the Song family is different.

Changing the court, completely changing the court, is only one step away from him, and the old man Song can't help but be excited.

Winter wheat!

The hope of the Song family!

"Yuan'er!" Old Man Song's eyes were red, and he didn't know where to put his excited hands and feet, and patted Song Qingyuan's shoulder, "Thank you, thank you on behalf of the Song family!" ”

"I am the granddaughter of the Song family, and I have the blood of the Song family in my body!" Song Qingyuan said.

The eyes of the grandparents and grandchildren showed the same expectation, looking forward to the day when the winter wheat was planted.

............

After Old Man Song left, Song Qingyuan was invited into Song Qinglian's house.

Also going with Song Qingrong and Song Qingmo.

"Sister Lian'er, what's the matter with us?" Song Qingmo asked, not quite sure what Song Qinglian was doing when she called the three of them into her room.

Song Qinglian smiled, her eyes mixed with complex emotions such as sweetness, sadness, and parting.

"This is for you!" Song Qinglian opened the jewelry box and picked out three silver hairpins of similar style.

One by one in the hands of three people.

"Sister Lian'er, we can't ask for this, this is for you to bring back......" Song Qingyuan put the silver hairpin back, Song Qingrong, Song Qingmo is not the same.

"Take it! These were meant for you. Song Qinglian had a shy smile on her face.

Cautiously pulled out a folded piece of paper from his bosom.

Unfolded it slowly, looked at it with great importance, and handed it to Song Qingyuan and a few people.

"Be careful!" Song Qinglian instructed.

What was written? Such a baby!

Song Qingyuan opened it, and a beautiful regular script jumped into view.

Looking at it, Song Qingyuan said secretly, no wonder the Feng family sent so much gold and silver jewelry.

It turned out to be a gift prepared by Feng Xiaolian for Song Qinglian and given to his family.

With such a hearted man, no wonder Song Qinglian was moved.

"Congratulations to Sister Lian'er!" Song Qingyuan said, also happy for Song Qinglian, if this man can be consistent, a little flaw is nothing.

"He's fine!" Song Qinglian's face turned crimson.

Song Qingrong, Song Qingmo was confused by this scene.

Song Qingyuan handed over the paper, the two of them were not literate, and even guessed what Feng Xiaolian meant.

"The eldest brother-in-law is such a good person!" Song Qingmo exclaimed.

Song Qingrong's eyes were full of envy, "Sister Lian'er, it's a blessing." ”

Song Qinglian handed over the silver hairpin again, "He prepared it for you, you must accept it, as well as our grandmother, second aunt, and third aunt, I will send it over in a while." ”

Song Qingrong who was holding the silver hairpin, Song Qingmo was messy, and she received such a heavy gift, how should they get their makeup back?