Mojiabao is built on the mountain, unlike the Lu family, which is in Shuiyun County.

Therefore, if you want to transport grain to the county town every day, you will have to spend a lot of time.

After some heated discussions, it was finally decided to let them pick it up themselves.

Fan Li expressed dissatisfaction with this: "This one is to reduce the image of Miss Yan as kind-hearted, kind and generous; The second is ......"

Mo Yu gave him a blank look: labor and management do not need to establish this kind of image.

Since they had the experience of asking for medicine once, the servants were not flustered at all when they heard the news.

Instead, they are gearing up one by one, ready to deal with those who make trouble.

They are now training in shifts, and after learning one and a half moves, they will change into military uniforms, but they will look like some private soldiers.

Under the training of Wei Teng and Wei Yao, Mo Yu felt that her servants had failed to develop in the direction of the killer she wanted, but went to the path of the regular army.

For this reason, he secretly expressed his dissatisfaction, and informed a group of domestic servants: "There shouldn't be anyone to make trouble, we have reported to the county doctor before." ”

There was a hint of disappointment in the eyes of the servants, the Wei family marksmanship they had so hard to refine was useless?

Looking at their disappointed eyes, Mo Yu couldn't help but encourage: "But you still have to be vigilant, maybe there will be stupid beeps to the door." ”

Although they didn't understand what the eldest lady said, they straightened up one by one energetically: "Yes, Chief, oh, no, it's Miss!" ”

Mo Yu immediately felt that his position was threatened, and glanced at the defender behind him: Do you want to find an opportunity to kill him?

Those who threaten her must not be tolerated.

Wei Ziqi was a little embarrassed when he saw Mo Yu's burning eyes, and his face flushed with a hint of redness, but fortunately, his skin was wheat and he couldn't see it.

……

Before the food was distributed, Mo Yu and Fan Li went to the county doctor to give a brief explanation, and asked for all the current population numbers of Shui Yun.

Shuiyun has a total population of 2,000 households, and plans to distribute 50 catties of millet to each person.

Each household is counted according to the number of people.

After hearing this, the county doctor immediately agreed, there is nothing happier than this, and there is no need to worry about people's livelihood as an official.

He really hoped that there would be a few more children of the scholar clan like Mo Yu to assist him in managing Shuiyun County together.

Because of the influx of water clouds, the constant harassment of bandits, and the shortage of food, he was so anxious that he was almost ready to ask Gongzichen for help.

Now Mo Yu has jumped out by himself, and he has to send food, which is really happy for everyone.

He couldn't help but glance at Mo Yu a few more times, and couldn't help but ask, "By the way, which one is it from your Mojiabao?" Why is this official not impressed. ”

The food was distributed for only 10 days.

It opens at 9 a.m. and ends at 5 p.m. every day, with a two-hour break in between—a standard and serious style of large state-owned enterprises.

When farmers receive their grain, they have to wait in line to call the number.

In order to avoid repeated collection and let some people develop a lazy nature of getting something for nothing, Moyu decided to make these people pay a small price.

On this issue, in fact, they have focused on discussion.

Fan Li is still an ordinary person in the end, and his point of view is obviously different from Wei Ziqi and Moyu.

On this issue, I feel that it should still be constrained by everyone's own cultivation and morality.

In other words, there are no mandatory constraints. It's just to explain that each person can only receive it once, and if you receive it repeatedly, it will be impossible for another person to receive it.

Mo Yu glanced at it coldly: Are you Tang Seng, and you still want to use love to influence others.