Someone who had been prepared for a long time in his heart, his face was so disgusted that Tang Ming almost didn't jump to his feet.

So, when she felt that the atmosphere was enough, she opened her mouth to make a big move: "What do you mean, the people's daughter can have an iron plow of 20,000 catties?" ”

“··· What the hell are you thinking? Tang Ming raised his eyebrows.

His instinct told him not to nod his head at this time.

"My lord, is that what you mean?" Ding Xuewei insisted.

Tang Ming looked at her for a long time, and finally nodded.

got an accurate answer, Ding Xuewei took out the burden in her arms and opened the small bag, which was a few charcoal pens for her, and as soon as the rice paper wrapped in charcoal pens was opened, she directly laid it on several tables around her.

It took her twenty minutes to draw the plowshare she really wanted.

size, precautions fall, exactly twenty-five minutes.

"This plowshare, one is no more than thirty catties, and the amount of the people's daughters is at least six hundred and seventy."

Master Tang, who was successfully tricked: "·····"

When she was only focusing on the ploughshare, he thought that he had been tricked by the little girl.

I haven't been silent, but I'm attracted by the painting skills of a little girl.

The ability of the little girl in front of him, Tang Ming is not the first time to see it, and this time the routine is not new.

Except for Ding Lao Liu, who asked him well when he entered the door, it was different.

At this time, Ding Xuewei was too bright and confident, and in the back-and-forth exchanges with the prefect, the information revealed was far beyond what he imagined in his heart.

At this moment, he suddenly understood how the old man could be so relieved to hand over his precious little granddaughter to the other party.

"My lord, the livestock on hand of the folk girl is the third time of the Jiang family, so can the Jiang family customize about two hundred and thirty plowshares?" When Jiang Lao Liu sighed for the luck of his baby girl, Ding Xuewei pulled it for his family.

In an instant, Jiang Lao Liu's back hardened.

Tang Ming turned his gaze in an instant, and by coincidence, the two of them looked at each other!

Obviously, people don't have extra expressions, but he just feels serious, so he thinks that it is disrespectful to the prefect to laugh or show it anyway.

The prefect, he had never seen it before today, and he was nervous when he stepped into the yamen of this city.

Yes, Jiang Funiu is the heroine.

However, whether it is Li or the current situation that has been changed by Ding Xuewei, the Jiang family in this period does not dare to publicize it, and it does not have much confidence to publicize it.

A person who has not even entered the county government a few times suddenly goes to the next level and comes to the government office, he will not feel lucky in his heart, but will only be apprehensive.

Jiang Lao Liu entered the yamen so uneasily, and saw the prefect who maintained the safety of the first mansion with trepidation.

To be honest, he couldn't say anything good when he saw an adult.

Now, looking at the prefect, there is only one thought in my mind... What to do?

Ding Lao Liu's mood was not relaxed by Ding Xuewei's bold communication with one of them, on the contrary, the more he heard, the more thoughts rose to Ding Xuewei and the prefect Tang Ming.

Ding Xuewei is obviously an orphan who was abused by her stepgrandmother, how can she have such the courage to talk to adults in Yifu?

Tang Ming, as a big man, how could he endure Ding Xuewei, a little girl who has no father and no mother, who does not follow the rules in front of him?

At this time, Jiang Lao Liu, who didn't have a basic understanding of Ding Xuewei, couldn't even understand the twists and turns if he wanted to break his scalp.

"My lord, the uncle of the Jiang family is just like the people's daughter, but he is just a small common man. It's hard enough for ordinary people like the women to make any decisions, if they have to subsidize more... Then we'll have to send the animals back. ”

You can't sell it, and you have signed the paperwork before.

I can't sell and I don't want to lose money... It's less to send it back than to keep it in your hands.

Ding Xuewei is really unique, and she also found loopholes in such harsh documents to drill.

Tang Ming's eyes, who only felt the click of his neck, deepened, and the hand he raised was as fast as lightning.

The moment his finger poked at Ding Xuewei, Ding Lao Liu held his breath.

Someone who was poked in the head with a finger of Zen didn't learn the lesson at all.

"Don't adults think that there should be a limit to self-denial? Others have three meals a day, don't the women also have three meals a day? Even if the wool is tied to a sheep's pickle, and it doesn't give some time to grow hair, isn't this a proper scraping of the skin and cutting the meat? ”

"Anyway, the amount that the adults promised the people's daughter, the Jiang family can't be less, if it's less, the people's daughter won't raise this livestock, who does it love."

The little girl was very arrogant, and that little expression made her feel like you didn't agree with me turning around and sending the cattle there.

To tell the truth, it is too much to let people sign the lease paperwork, which will also prevent people from buying farm tools that they can use, not as simple as bullying people, but to the extent of killing people and bloodletting.

Without the tools at hand, how can people earn money for livestock feed!

Let people raise money and contribute, this is not eating human blood steamed buns!

"What did I say? What did I say to me? "Tang Ming was so angry that I came out.

The hand that looked like Ding Xuewei pointed forward, and finally did not fall again.

"The family ordered this amount first, and when I went back, I asked if I could increase it, and the conditions for annual inspection remained the same."

“··· So, give me a paperwork? Ding Xuewei reined in her momentum and tried it.

They asked for this amount, but no one dared to do it if the government didn't speak, and the scattered blacksmiths didn't have so much iron material in their hands.

“·····”

Tang Ming blocked his heart in one breath.

At this time, he was emotional and excited.

The problem is that the little girl who blushed with herself before has returned to blood, and she is calm and unhurried.

The old fritters who have lived for decades might as well be given to children!

"My lord... Do you want to run directly with the people's girls? Ding Xuewei blinked, that called an innocent.

Tang Ming raised his head at a forty-five-degree angle for five seconds, and then almost didn't spray saliva on Ding Xuewei's face: "Give you the paperwork, the blacksmith shop and the carpenter master." ”

“··· Belch! Tilting her head, Ding Xuewei, who was so disgusted, considered whether to be a carpenter.

"Uh, what, do you want this official to run errands for you?" Tang Ming puffed his eyes angrily.

Ding Xuewei pursed her lips and muttered, "No, I think the carpenter master's is a little unnecessary." ”

“·····” Tang Ming's mind went blank.

Don't be a carpenter, just plowshare?

How to use it?

Ding Xuewei stirred her hands: "In the past year, the folk girls have set up a lot of tools before and after, and they have also trained the uncles in the village very well. The point is that the folk girl has no money, and she has borrowed too much from others, and she is afraid that she will not be able to pay it back if she sells herself. ”

“·····” Tang Ming lost his temper.

No one knows better than him about the little girl's income support!

"You can eat as much as you want, and you're not afraid of eating too much at once and killing yourself." Annoyedly, he muttered.

It's no wonder that children are calculating.

How can you not care if you don't have money.

"Can you still buy this plowshare?"

“··· Adults want to borrow money from people's girls? Ding Xuewei's eyes were wide open, her eyes were like sparks, and the east wind could set the prairie on fire.

“·····”

Tang Ming felt that he owed it.

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