"We are all grateful, knowing that the country is good, the family is good and understands people, the more things we have, the more we can give back."

The emperor gave this thing, but he didn't want you not to use it.

Ding Xuewei's words were more convincing than the other, and in the end, even Wu Lao and the newcomer Zhang Lao bluntly said that their pattern was too small.

Good external conditions can only give a better stage to those who have a heart.

Be able to maintain the original intention, and never worry about any accidents... If you have to put your head on the end of all the good deeds, it is not your problem, but the problem of the person who wants your head.

This possibility is not unless the reputation of Yuequan Village is resounding in every corner of Great Xia, making people feel that their status is threatened.

Neither of them thought that Yuequan Village could do this.

Batch hatching, a large number of strong livestock, sweet potatoes, corn, rice and other high-yielding crops are enough, no more, it is unlikely!

No matter how much it is, this Yuequan Village will not be simple!

Wu and Zhang both felt that the current achievements of Yuequan Village were all inspired by Ding Xuewei's ingenuity.

Regardless of whether she left Yuequan Village or not, what should be revealed was almost revealed.

After she leaves, there may be excellent performances, but these credits will not fall on the land of Yuequan Village.

"So, we still buy fields?" The village chief was a little unsure.

Ding Xuewei smiled helplessly: "If you don't buy it if you earn so much money, keep it for people to borrow it?" ”

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The people of Lao Yuequan Village are bright.

Wang Dazhu and others were glad to be far away.

Since the sweet potato seeds were sold, the relatives of the original village have come and gone, not to mention the autumn wind, at least most of them have come.

Fortunately, the situation at home was laid out before, and everyone knew about the arrears.

Otherwise, no one would have left so easily!

"The money for the construction of the ancestral hall with the stone and frame in the village is all from the village funds. The Dazhu families have made up for the shortfall, and now the village construction fund is rich, and this number is a lot more. The old village chief pushed back the silver ticket handed by Ding Xuewei, and crossed his fingers to make a ten: "Tomorrow, I'll enter the city." ”

After the earthquake, hatchery farming was divided into shares, and some of the poultry raised by each family became a shareholder of the village construction fund, and the rest belonged to their own family.

Wang Dazhu and others knew about the village's actions early on, but they had limited money.

When the money for sweet potato seeds arrived, and Ding Xuewei's land was returned, the village construction fund was made up first.

The people in the village knew that Wang Dazhu and the others had no money, so they didn't mention anything that was standard with their own amount, but let them equalize the existing total.

Wang Dazhu and his group did not think that they should take advantage of the people in the original village, and after they had money in their hands, they did not leave a penny behind, and how much they should make up was calculated according to the amount shared equally by the people in the original village.

Before they traveled, the average share of households reached more than three hundred and ten taels, not to mention how much they added in the past two months, let's just say that these three hundred two hundred... There are really a lot of construction funds in the village.

With a hundred thousand taels of money, I really have to plan well.

"I'm going into town too." Wang Dazhu was embarrassed by Ding Xuewei.

"Village chief, I'll go too."

"Me too."

"So is my family."

"Can I join us?"

Among the many male voices, an abrupt girl's voice is mixed.

Everyone turned their eyes to the place where the voice came from.

Xiaohua made so many eyes stare at it, and it was a little involuntary, however, there were no wicked people in the village, and everyone's eyes were kind.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to save it!" The little girl blushed.

Although the words are vague, there is a lot to be expressed.

The families did not let the children go out to bring back the money confiscated, and the income from the children's land was also distributed to the children.

Xiaohua had at least 1,700 taels of silver in her hand.

With such a large number, it's not too much to eat something delicious, and it's not too much to wear something good-looking.

However, the bitterness of the past has not been forgotten, and I dare not squander it!

"I also want to buy some land." Wang Dazhu's son raised his hand in the relieved eyes of everyone in the village: "My younger brothers and sisters also buy some." ”

"You lent them money?" Wang Dazhu's expression was serious.

His girl is less than four years old, and his youngest son is only two and a half years old.

"I'll buy it for them, and we'll have twenty acres each." The boy rubbed his fingers a little apprehensively.

Wang Dazhu's heart is comfortable.

When Ding Xuewei asked him if he needed to lend money to his children, he decisively refused.

Therefore, the money brought back by the children is the first property in their lives.

However, because of age, only some children have this money.

I have seen the attitude of the people in the original village towards the children, and they are not involved in the children's application of this huge amount of money.

But I don't want to be surprised.

"You don't have to give, you just borrow them, and when you have a surplus back, let them pay you back."

Wang Dazhu's status in the hearts of their group is comparable to that of the village chief, and the children responded positively to his words.

The land in Yuequan Village has been opened again, and it is not worth the surprise that the sweet potato seeds are sold at a high price.

What is surprising is that more than half a year has passed, the number of livestock and poultry raised by each family in the village.

In the past six months, whether it is the Jiang family's livestock group or Ding Xuewei's livestock group, the production volume is quite considerable.

Most of these newborn animals were sold to the village at a low price, and the younger half were kept.

Whether it was sold to the village family or kept by the two of them, its physique was stronger and taller than usual, and it was more spiritual.

Those who have seen the intelligence of the animals in Yuequan Village have all set their eyes on these animals.

"Not for sale." When asked about young animals again, Ding Xuewei said: "The livestock born this year are not sold, if you need it, ask after autumn every year." ”

Xiaofu Niu gave herself so much spiritual stream water, such as such a large number of livestock on the side of Yuequan Village, she couldn't create it, but there were wolves, mountain eagles and her own original number of livestock, as long as she wanted to, when she arrived in the capital, she would not be short of numbers.

Speaking of which, she won't take the new livestock away, it will be easier to sell some of them, however, the price of livestock is still a little high at this time, and even if the livestock sold at this time grows well in the future, it will not be able to escape the tongue.

Forget it yourself, if it affects Fu Niu's reputation, if there is any bad plot and gives back to her sister, it won't be beautiful.

This time, Ding Xuewei's mind changed again.

It is necessary to enter Beijing, and hard work is necessary.

She doesn't have to be so nervous before she has to and needs to.

Her ability is too simple to make the second male family pay attention, and the children are still young, so it's not impossible to relax a little.

On this day, the seventh day of the tenth month, the beginning of winter.

The wide and simple carriage drove out of Yuequan Village, beside the car, the wolves followed, and above the airspace, mountain eagles circled.

"Come back, cold."

When parting, Ding Xuewei still had red eyes, and she was compared to the women and girls in the village.

Mrs. Xu was already in tears.

Afraid of bad luck, a person stood behind the person, crossed the crowd with tears in his eyes, and looked at the figure in the haze.

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