Ding Xuewei has never treated people badly, although she didn't let the laborers enjoy the food today, they sent two jars of lard when they stopped working.

And when the laborers finished installing the water wheels, it was neither early nor late, and it didn't make much sense for them to go back to work, so they let them rest, which would be in the forest.

Thinking about the possibility of calling someone back to dig a pit, Ding Xuewei watched one after another fully loaded vehicles pass by, and when more than 20 oxen and carriages were all parked, she remembered the question of eating: "Grandpa Xu, have you eaten?" ”

"No, don't worry about me, your aunt has already gone back, and I'll have something to eat when I go back." Xu Lao didn't care much.

Ding Xue thought slightly, and shouted that he had to wait to eat, so he didn't force it.

At nearly six o'clock, the people in the village still felt that it was early to eat, and most of them were still in the fields, and those who had been on the road for a day were eager to eat and lie down immediately if they could not eat and rest immediately.

After asking about the number of people, Ding Xuewei hurriedly asked Aunt Bai to adjust the noodles, and Aunt Zhang Qi'er and Uncle Xiao boiled water.

The big pot and the small pot, but everything that can be used, have been used.

The meal of more than 300 people is difficult to make, but it is easy to say.

It is very tiring to boil water and hold firewood, but it is very easy to adjust noodles and cook soybean flour, and in less than an hour, the crowd who ate all the way to dry food picked up their rice bowls and ate hot thin soybean flour.

Ding Xuewei didn't have enough chopsticks here, so she went to the village again and borrowed some, and Old Man Xu, who originally just wanted to talk to Old Man Ding and the old village chief, also rubbed up.

Twenty-seven cars, basically all of them have seen and heard, so I am curious, what is worth sending so far.

The vegetables and fruits in this world are very simple, and the vegetation of vegetables and fruits in the north and south is similar.

When the hairy peach, yellow-skinned pear, jujube, etc. jumped into the eardrum, Ding Xue almost didn't stare at the bulging eyes, fortunately, the common ones are grapes, pomegranates, begonia fruits, hawthorns and persimmons.

White-skinned eggplant, thick-skinned beans and broad-leaved celery are followed by sorghum, millet, walnuts, pine nuts and large chestnuts.

It's not that there are no walnuts and pine nuts in Fengcheng Mansion, just like chestnuts, the varieties here are very small, walnuts are only the size of a thumb, and the pine nuts are mixed in the rice grains, and you can't find them!

She doesn't know if the walnuts and pine nuts in the space supermarket can sprout seedlings, but millet sorghum is absolutely doable.

Apples, pomegranates, grapes are worth trying!

"These seedlings look okay, it's not too early today, why don't you plant them tomorrow?" As she spoke, she looked at the men who had already washed up and were ready to rest.

There are thirty-six people Chen Yu bought for her, except for a father and son and four sons and mothers, the others are complete families.

Among these people, the parents are not very old, and the children are basically eleven or twelve years old.

There is no surprise, all of them come from big families, they are all honest and slippery, and they have no farming experience.

They, help run errands, it's okay to start, plant trees, or save it!

"Do these Uncle Chen have any arrangements?"

"Childe wants me to deliver some sweet potatoes when I get back." At the end of the day, Chen Chong replied: "Miss Ding needs it, just use it." ”

“··· Are you sure you want to transport sweet potatoes away? Ding Xue raised her eyebrows slightly, with a look of surprise.

The first batch of sweet potato vines were cut into the ground in early March, and the sweet potato vines were cut many times.

Sweet potatoes, but she has never let people dig them.

According to written knowledge, summer potatoes grow very quickly and can be harvested in 112 days.

So far, it's not yet March, which means that if they want to transport sweet potatoes away, they will have to wait at least a month.

Ding Xuewei's careful thinking was too obvious, and Chen Chong's mind instantly flashed the unfathomable and profound look of his son-in-law when he was about to go out.

“··· It was determined that during this period, Miss Ding was arranged in spite of the arrangement. ”

"That's a good feeling." For the people Chen Yu, she didn't have any polite thoughts.

In just half a year, how much income she has added to him!

There are a lot of saplings, and today is to work overnight, and it is impossible to finish planting, Ding Xuewei will not toss, and sorghum and millet are spring planting quilts, she just wants to go to the field immediately.

Early in the morning, people rested.

Early the next morning, some of the laborers continued their original work, and the other half led the transportation team to dig pits and plant trees, while Ding Xuewei selected two families to stay in the village, and brought the rest into the city.

First go to Bazhen Building to get the key, and then with the assistance of Chen Chong, appoint personnel, and when everything is arranged, Chen Chong leaves, and she goes to Linglong Pavilion.

It happened that Mrs. Zhang was at the door, and when she saw her, she rushed to her.

"I thought you'd have to wait two more days before you can come."

Obviously, Mrs. Zhang and Shopkeeper Wu passed the news and knew that she was going to be busy again.

took out the burden tightly stuffed under the seat in the car and handed it to Zhang Niangzi, Ding Xuewei didn't even plan to get out of the car.

"There are a lot of things to do at home, and I'll come to Aunt Zhang to play with me after a while."

What she has to be busy with these days, Mrs. Zhang is clear, and she doesn't force her to stay: "I went to visit an old lady yesterday and brought me a few boxes of snacks, you wait." ”

Regardless of whether Ding Xuewei wanted it or not, Mrs. Zhang turned around and ran into the store with her baggage.

A few minutes later, a huge burden was stuffed under her seat in the car.

"Their ancestors have had a royal pastry master, and their family has made these snacks very authentic."

Looking at Mrs. Zhang's knowing eyes, Ding Xue wanted to cry without tears.

This is not a blatant prying of the root of the wall!

"Aunt Zhang, don't worry, I will definitely taste it when I go back."

For the word tasting, she bit very hard, Zhang Niangzi covered her mouth and smiled, and retreated.

can spend money to buy, Ding Xuewei will never go into the space to take it, all the way out of the city, she bought all the way, covering luggage, clothes, shoes and socks, bowls, chopsticks, oil, rice, beans and salt, and spent a lot of money until the carriage could not be stuffed.

As she passed a pawnshop, her mind moved, and after a while, she drove the carriage into the alley in front of her and walked around it.

When the carriage came to the door of the pawnshop again, the horse was the horse, the cart was still the car, and the little girl who was driving the car became a little boy.

"Boss, do you charge this?"

There is no cabinet high enough to reach the countertop, and there is no fence to protect himself, the pawnshop of this world, if it were not for the word dang hanging at the door, no one would have suspected that he was not a miscellaneous shop.

The counters, the shelves, are very ordinary!

sighed in her heart that while the world was so strict with the thieves that it made people outrageous in the law, she opened the baggage.

With just one glance, the old man who was not very attentive stared at him.

In the next second, his hands trembled and he picked up the painted peony and gold bone china soup pot, and the middle-aged man who was originally leisurely wiping the jade pendant on the side almost didn't throw away the jade pendant with a good head in his hand.

Three steps and two steps, he rushed straight to the counter.

"This, this, this..."

For half a day, he didn't have this reason, and the old man with gray temples didn't give him a look from beginning to end.

The eyes are not enough to look back and forth, and the hands are not enough to touch, as if they are not touching enough, and they touch again and again.

A roar every day, begging for tickets, asking for collections...