After Ye Qingzhou taught Zhao Yonghai some advanced techniques in planting, he asked him to practice and explore by himself first.

He lay alone on a rattan chair covered with a soft brocade quilt in the courtyard, lazily basking in the sun, eating all kinds of delicious refreshments, and enjoying a comfortable time.

"If you eat too much fried food, it is easy to hurt your spleen and stomach." Dou Yuanliang came with candied fruit, and the fingertips that were as white as jade pinched one and sent it to Ye Qingzhou's lips.

Ye Qingzhou, who was basking in the sun with his eyes closed, did not open his eyes, but only enjoyed the other party's service with peace of mind, slowly chewing the delicious food in his mouth.

It's like a quiet and leisurely appearance.

Not long after, Ye Qingzhou, who was drowsy by the warm sun, felt that the dazzling light in front of him had dimmed a little, and the temperature around him was slightly higher.

Ye Qingzhou raised his eyes slightly, looking at the surroundings at some point, there were three or five more hand warmers.

And Dou Yuanliang on the side was using his wide sleeves to help him block the sun.

The only eyes on her body that could still see some vitality looked at the handsome young man who was like a crown of jade under the sun, but the thoughts in her mind flew inexplicably thousands of years away.

On the Zhuangzi, the steward Niu Dazhuang led a group of tenants and the villagers of Zhaojia Village to quickly turn the soil together.

Zhao Yonghai worked with the carpenters and blacksmiths in the village to study how to make the tools he had just learned.

"Yonghai, can you really grow something on such a land?" Zhao Jiande, who served as the supervisor, reached out and grabbed a handful of scorched yellow sand on the ground, and the experience of farming for most of his life told him that such a dry and barren land, not to mention that it is a great drought year, even if the wind and rain are smooth, it may not be able to grow food!

Zhao Jiande always felt that he didn't understand the child in front of him who he watched grow up and was honest for a while.

"Uncle, try it, whether you can grow it or not, we will have enough food!" Zhao Yonghai, who already had a lot of sawdust hanging on his body, turned his head to look in the direction of Zhao Jiande and responded with a smile.

Zhao Jiande looked at the seeds of forty or fifty different varieties and crops in front of him, and the characteristic of farmers who cherish food in his bones could no longer hide it, "Yonghai, Uncle knows that you want to help the old and young masters in our village eat, but you can't waste food so much!" ”

And since early in the morning, Zhao Yonghai, who has been following behind the blacksmith and carpenter, has already run to the pile of wood twenty or thirty meters away and carried a piece of wood with a straight appearance.

"Hey......" Zhao Jiande looked at the group of people who were busy in the field and sighed.

When the time was close to noon, more than 100 acres of land on Zhuangzi had been quickly reclaimed by most of the villagers of Zhaojia Village and the tenants on Zhuangzi.

"Brother Yonghai, you think we're doing a good job, right?" A middle-aged man in the village was drinking water and resting, and approached Zhao Yonghai on the side, "I estimate that so many of us will be able to plant this piece of land tonight at most." ”

"Yes, everyone has worked hard today, let's add another piece of meat to each of us at noon!" Zhao Yonghai looked at the progress in front of him, and it was faster than he expected.

"Then let's plant all this land, do we need to transfer it to other Zhuangzi?" The middle-aged man was afraid that he would finish the work so quickly, and he would not have enough to eat in the future.

"Don't worry, there are still several Zhuangzi in the back, waiting for everyone to work." Zhao Yonghai also saw the other party's concerns, "In recent days, everyone has worked hard." ”

"It's not hard! It's not hard! When the people heard this, they breathed a sigh of relief.

They are not afraid to work now, they are afraid that they will not have work to do, they will not have food.

In this way, the villagers of Zhaojia Village, with the beautiful hope of being able to eat enough, compared with the tenants on the original Zhuangzi, the action of digging pits and burying seeds in their hands is a little faster than before.

By the evening, 100 acres of land had been cultivated in the busyness of a group of them.

That night, the villagers each held a large bowl in their hands and lined up to make food.

When they moved their index fingers at the delicious food in the bowl, several of them suddenly burst into tears as they ate it.

When I asked the reason, I said that I hadn't eaten meat for more than half a year, but I didn't expect to be able to eat two meals of meat in a row today, and I cried out with excitement.

This scene made Zhao Jiande, the security chief, who had a straight face all day, finally see a little smile on his face.

A group of people on the Zhuangzi were eating a full meal and laughing.

The old and weak women and children left behind in Zhaojia Village, looking at the vegetables and grains that had been planted in the ground and had grown rapidly, were also excited and happy at the same time, they were in awe, and kept kowtowing to the sky to thank them.

They took all kinds of dishes home and feasted on them, and then cut down the ripe crops and pulled them to their homes.

Although the crops they planted have not yet been able to shed their husks and make white flour, they can be regarded as relieved to look at so much grain and raise their hearts for more than half a year.

Originally, the doubts about Zhao Yonghai's promise of "let them eat enough at home" were completely eliminated.

Everyone said "living bodhisattva" in their hearts.

And the real living bodhisattva behind this matter, after wandering around the street, went to the drunken fairy building to eat a table of exquisite and delicious dinner, she just walked out of the private room, but saw a man who had nothing to do with herself, but did not want to see.

"The day after tomorrow, it's our old man's 80th birthday, and the dishes in your Zuixian Mansion are all ready?" Wu Qifeng, the owner of Tianfeng Building, gently flicked the jade wrench on his thumb with his index finger, and his round eyes were full of banter.

"I have already paid the deposit before, if I wait until the day after tomorrow, you Drunken Immortal Mansion will not be able to make up the dishes, which will delay the time for our old man to have a birthday banquet......" When Wu Qifeng spoke, a pair of eyes looked unscrupulously in the Drunken Immortal Building from top to bottom.

His eyes seemed to be saying - the restaurant in front of him was in his pocket sooner or later.

"Then don't blame me, according to the contract signed before, come and take away this Drunken Immortal Building, hahahaha......" When Wu Qifeng raised his head and laughed, he happened to catch up with Ye Qingzhou upstairs.

This made Wu Qifeng, who was full of joy a moment ago, suddenly tighten his heart for no reason.

Because, a few days ago, when he found out that Dou Yuanliang was a little more respectful to Ye Qingzhou, an old lady in shabby clothes, than many dignitaries, he deliberately arranged for two of his subordinates to follow.

However, nearly half a month has passed, and the two people who were sent out not only did not come back, but they also directly heard from them.

At first, Wu Qifeng was worried that they were discovered by the Dou family and imprisoned.

But these days, he has tried this many times, and found that the Dou family not only did not come to trouble him, but became more polite.

Wu Qifeng's heart was slowly put down.