A sentence of selling can mobilize the small and half young people in the house, how to make the other half also lose the violent factor, where is Ding Xuewei to say.

On the afternoon of the third day after the people of Yuanlin Village left, someone came to find them, and in the afternoon, they asked for more than half of their resignations.

The yamen not only issued a notice on the movement of all employees, but also lifted the ban on collecting seafood.

In the future, people will not only be able to follow in the footsteps of the master and send the sea freight in their hands to various places in the province to sell, but also freely enter the sea area under the jurisdiction of each county and town to collect sea goods.

What to do to make money in the first time, what to do, how to collect more seafood than others, these are all things that no one needs to remind.

Soon, the entire Fucheng Zhili personnel moved.

By the fifth day of October, there was no longer a single laborer in Yuequan Village.

"Look, are we waiting?" The old village chief's eyes were full of temptation.

Originally, the land was planned to be cultivated and planted in early November, but now, let alone planting, it is impossible to reclaim.

The young and strong people of the entire Fengcheng Mansion have been active, and now they are either old and young, or sick and disabled.

The old village chief pondered for a few days and felt that it was best to go out of the house.

Although Wang Dazhu and others have not yet returned, the news that most of the nearby county governments have not been affected by this disaster has spread.

He felt that the idea of going to Chenhui to find someone was reliable.

"Let's recruit some fifty or so, and we're doing it slowly." Ding Xuewei has a different opinion: "At a time when every household is using money, it is better not to flow this fertilizer water to outsiders' fields."

The old village chief hesitated: "Which sweet potato?"

"Take your time, plant as many as you can." Thinking of the greenhouse, her expression changed: "When Uncle Wang and them come back, I will speed up the process of making plastic film, this year, we don't want more, we want stability."

The old village chief would come to her and ask her what she meant, and he was ready to listen to her arrangement.

Ding Xuewei said this, and he nodded his head.

"It's still early, it's still too late to enter the city, pass the word on, just turn around and wait for the people to come to the door."

After more contact with the opportunists, the old village chief's mind became more active, and he turned around and gathered the villagers.

Soon, the village men drove out of the village.

After the old village chief left, Ding Xuewei planned to go with Old Man Ding and a few people to pick sweet potato leaves, and those animals needed a lot of food a day.

Yang Lao, who was lazily drinking tea, stopped her, and she joined the idler group like this.

She is a master with a strange temperament, and many times the more anxious you are, the more he makes fun of you.

Ding Xuewei didn't ask, she would turn over some sugar cubes for a while, find some honey fruits for a while, and just eat and drink with them.

More than an hour later, when she couldn't eat anymore, the old man who was originally lazy looked at her, and then snapped her fingers.

The idea of what kind of operation arose, and six figures appeared in front of him.

There were four men and two women.

The man is handsome and tall, and you are beautiful and enchanting.

The killer profession is a very special existence, whether it is in film and television dramas.

But everything that has anything to do with these two words, whether male or female, is unique.

However, in any film and television drama, the description of people in this industry cannot meet the various details that Ding Xuewei experienced when she was visible to the naked eye.

"Yiren, knock on the old master."

"Yue Nu, knock on the old master."

"Lin Xiao, knock on the old master."

"Goshawk, knock on the old master."

"Feiyu, knock on the old master."

"Yunhe, knock on the old master."

The six people bowed down to the extreme.

Yang Lao still looks lazy.

There is no blinking eyelids.

"Just a few of you?"

"Back to the old master, among the top ten people in the door, in addition to the six subordinates, there are thousands of miles that escaped the slaughter, at present, thousands of miles are located near Mocheng, and they can't come for the time being." The people of Iraq bowed their heads, although they tried to stay calm, but

The slightly undulating voice still betrayed her nervous mood.

"Take out the token." Yang Lao was noncommittal.

Ding Xuewei was full of interest.

"Is this one?" She pulled out her token, a little suspicious of knowingly asking.

Old Yang raised his eyebrows, revealing a little interest: "Up."

He couldn't speak clearly, and the six people who were waiting for the order subconsciously bowed their heads and lifted their eyelids.

"Gotcha."

Ding Xuewei jumped up violently and approached the six people in three or two steps.

"What does this mean, I don't need to say more, right?"

She took the token and shook it in front of the six people, and then squatted in a squatting position in the middle of the six.

Ding Xuewei didn't know what kind of shock her bright smile brought to the six people, and she didn't know how much awe she had with the token in her hand.

All she saw was a neat picture of six people kowtowing in fear.

"Yiren, knock on the master."

"Yue Nu, knock on the master."

"Lin Xiao, knock on the door master."

"Goshawk, knock on the master."

"Feiyu, knock on the master."

"Yunhe, knock on the master."

「·····」

Ding Xuewei was silent.

The corners of his mouth twitched a few times.

If the six of them raised their heads, they would definitely be drawn by the complicated expressions on her faces.

··· suddenly understood Ah Zi.

··· I suddenly felt that the preferences of the old immortal of the stars were very sincere.

This feeling is not only good, but also very infectious.

This neat salute makes people feel a sense of pride for no reason, and people can't help but get lost.

"Hello to a few people." Ding Xuewei endured the irrepressible corners of her mouth, unable to hold back her mood.

"Hello master."

The six of them sounded in unison again.

Obviously, the creeping figure was closer to the ground.

Ding Xuewei didn't understand the source of their fear of herself, the new master, but she understood very well that Pandi was obedient to the orders in the original text.

If Fang Heng was the first, Pan Di, who was in the same rank as Fang Heng, would not dare to betray Yama Gate, let alone the others in the top ten miles.

There was no superfluous exchange of feelings, and she didn't show any affinity, and after saying hello, she asked directly.

"Can the locations be functioning normally?"

"Back to the Gatekeeper, the various strongholds are operating normally." The Iraqi people are again represented as representatives.

Ding Xuewei was silent for a moment: "There are door rules."

"Back to the door master, there are a total of 137 door rules..." One by one, the Yiren recited all the door rules.

This dogma that coherently regulates and binds the people in the door is not only harsh, but also excessive.

If a life is contaminated, an individual will get only one-tenth of the money, and once he betrays, not only will he be sniped by the whole door, but his own family will also be wiped out by the whole family.

Yama disciples who have a vague impression of their family may not care much about their family, but they do not often have the determination to face the sword of the entire sect.

"Change Article 12 to complete a person's task, and the commission will be halved."

"Article 21, the betrayer will snipe all his staff... Share the family message to the individual, and no one who wants to quit the sect will be forced to stay."

In Ding Xuewei's view, the family whose child was abducted is unfortunate enough, and it would be really wronged if there was another incident, and there was no need to stay for disciples who didn't want to continue this life of licking blood from the knife edge, or who wanted to break into a field by themselves.

In succession, she changed several rules, and the dogma, which had been extremely unfavorable to the disciples, took a sharp turn and became friendly and sincere.

"I don't plan to continue the business of the past, I will do my best for you, if you don't want to follow me, just leave." Holding her knees, Ding Xuewei stood up: "You guys think about it, think about it, and then inform me, as for these door rules, it is your last task in the door."