Early in the morning, the birds on Houquan Mountain were very noisy.
Xia He hurried into the house, first checked all the moisturizing oils that the young lady would use, and then tested the water temperature before going to see her young lady and getting up to wash up.
After washing up and having breakfast, Xia He came over and said that the old Niutou from the village at the foot of the mountain came with his granddaughter to thank the young lady.
His granddaughter is Niu Xiaolan, the girl who almost died in Zhuangzi.
Mu Qingyun was very impressed by her. She was a girl who could persevere in a desperate environment and was full of resilience.
Not long after, Mu Qingyun saw the two men in the penthouse. Old Niutou looked very bored, but when he saw Mu Qingyun, he immediately knelt down and kowtowed.
Mu Qingyun: "..."
Xia He hurriedly stepped forward to help the person up and whispered: "Our little lady is kind-hearted and hates this the most. Please don't do this."
Lao Niutou thanked him profusely and shed tears: "After this girl was snatched away, my son and daughter-in-law have been crying all day long, especially the daughter-in-law. She cried so much that her eyes almost went blind. My wife's health has become worse and worse. , If the little lady hadn’t saved my granddaughter, I’m afraid our family would have been ruined in a short time.”
As he spoke, Lao Niutou Lao Lao burst into tears, wiped his face, and wiped his hands on his body, then took off the backpack and placed it gently on the ground near the window. He was afraid of staining the felt on the ground before opening the backpack. He took out a piece of skin from the cover and said solemnly, "I don't have any other skills, old man. This is a white tiger skin that I left behind when I went hunting in my early years. We farmers don't need such a good thing." , I also ask the young lady to accept it——"
Mu Qingyun simply didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
This white tiger skin is really good, not a single speck of color, especially a white tiger. It can be regarded as auspicious, very rare, and quite valuable. But she is really not that shameless. Her family is not well-off to begin with, so she still accepts such a thing from others. thing.
Mu Qingyun thought for a while and asked in detail about the Niu family.
There are three villages around Houquan Mountain, Dahe Village, Xiaohe Village, and Bagou Village. In addition to farming, the three villages also rely on Houquan Mountain for their livelihoods. At this time, people originally relied on the mountains and water.
Over the years, palaces have been built in the mountains one after another, and wealthy people have enclosed land and built villages. It has become a bit difficult to go up the mountains to cut firewood and hunt. The three villages have been affected to some extent and have become poorer. A person like Lao Niutou can pull his granddaughter along smoothly. A large family can be considered a relatively wealthy family.
Their family used to have seven acres of land, but they encountered a lot of things later and sold a lot of it one after another. Now there are four acres left, but the family doesn't have many people now. They paid grain and taxes on these lands, and what is left is not much. Barely enough for a family to chew.
Lao Niutou is still a very capable hunter. He usually goes up to the mountains to hunt game and sells it in exchange for some money and food. In the past, his life was more than enough.
In the past two years, ever since the granddaughter asked Li Guanda, the unlucky son of Butler Li, to hire him back, life has become increasingly difficult. Lao Niutou's wife has become seriously ill, and she has eaten up all the family's wealth just by taking medicine. My wife would rather die than sell her land. She held a kitchen knife to her neck to prevent her from selling a few acres of land.
To this day, the old lady is still next to her and refuses to close her eyes. She is just holding on because she misses Niu Xiaolan in her heart.
On the day Mu Qingyun sent Niu Xiaolan back, he specifically asked Xia He to hire a doctor.
The doctor is a well-known old doctor in the local area. He dare not talk about resurrecting the dead, but the golden sign of rejuvenation is that he has been practicing medicine for decades and has no moisture at all. Fortunately, he went to Old Man Niu's house, otherwise the whole family might have died. two.
As soon as Niu Xiaolan came home, the old lady saw her granddaughter and her wish came true. She couldn't breathe and almost died. Niu Xiaolan's mother even cried and turned her eyes white.
Mu Qingyun thought for a while, but did not refuse the tiger skin. He only said solemnly: "For me, earning merit is a very important thing. If I ask for this tiger skin from my husband in vain, it will ruin my merit." .”
Old Man Niu was startled.
Mu Qingyun laughed: "Well, give me a discount according to the market price. If you put this kind of tiger skin in the capital, you will always need one hundred and fifty taels. After all, it is a scarce white tiger skin, and things are rare and valuable. I Just buy it with one hundred and twenty taels."
Old Man Niu's face suddenly turned red and he remained silent.
He felt in his heart that he shouldn't ask for money. He couldn't understand what the noble man said about merit, and he didn't dare to say anything more, so he took one hundred and twenty taels of silver in a daze and gave away his son, daughter-in-law and granddaughter. Go and work in the noble man's village.
Mu Qingyun spent these few days in Zhuangzi, but he had a clear picture of the entire situation in Zhuangzi.
Because of the hot springs, Zhuangzi planted many flowers, among which peonies were the main species. They could bloom all year round and made a lot of money.
In addition to the farmer, various vegetables are grown in the village. Although Butler Li always talks about bad harvests, disasters, and not much food and vegetables every year, he is actually very keen on money and has many ways to dig out money. There are many kinds of things, and they have made a lot of money over the years.
Mu Qingyun looked at the account book and decided to be a little lazy. She continued to plant the things originally planted in Zhuangzi. She also bought rice, wheat, corn and sweet potato seeds from the system mall.
This time she experienced the dungeon and was able to directly take advantage of the system. Mu Qingyun definitely couldn't give up. She was a new era college student with good moral, intellectual, physical, artistic and physical skills. In an era like this, how could she not seize the opportunity to help those in need? ?
When it comes to food, clothing, housing and transportation, food is the first priority. If the common people can have enough to eat, she will have done a lot of good deeds.
The seeds she bought in the mall were all improved, and all of them were extraordinary. For example, the rice she bought was mostly super rice. The yield per mu was at least around 1,600 kilograms. Of course, it had to be taken care of carefully.
As for the yield of sweet potatoes, it is even higher. The yield per mu is at least more than 3,000 kilograms.
In addition to these, Mu Qingyun also took out some rice with very low yield. The introduction in the mall said that this is called pearl rice, with a maximum yield of more than 150 kilograms per acre, and a piece of land must be planted and cultivated every year. Although the yield is Low, but the nutritional value of this crystal rice is astonishingly high, and the taste is also amazingly good. Compared with ordinary tribute rice, it is not even worthy of carrying shoes.
Mu Qingyun was particularly curious when he saw the introduction. In addition to the seeds, he also bought two kilograms from the mall and asked the kitchen to steam them directly.
She doesn't feel at all that while doing good deeds to help the people, she can't also satisfy her own desires?
As soon as the rice was bought, it was sent directly to the kitchen. When the pearl rice was not steamed, it looked a bit unattractive. The rice grains were not big and dusty, which did not match its name at all. The cook in the village did not take it seriously at all. Just got off the pot.
About a quarter of an hour later, a rich aroma quietly seeped out from the tightly-fitted wooden pot lid, flying outward in strands.
Everyone in the kitchen, even the cook, who had never been short of food, couldn't help but glance in the direction of the steamed rice. His saliva was secreting incessantly, and his stomach was churning.
