When Yan Qingyao heard about Aunt Qian's daughter's shop, her eyes froze: "You all go to her house to buy?"
"Yes! Her family is the only one in the town that sells grain seeds, pesticides or vegetable seeds, and the price increases by five cents every year."
It made them complain, but there was no other way.
It’s okay if you raise the price, but even if the price increases, the quality of vegetable seeds and pesticides will remain the same, without any improvement. If they have time, they will walk an extra two hours to the next town to buy it.
"Yes!" Yan Qingyao said immediately: "I have it at home. I will take it out for everyone. Because it is not easy to send it all the way, he specially sent a lot to me."
After Yan Qingyao finished speaking, he pushed open the door and entered the yard. The yard had changed since the day of the banquet. Several hens were walking around in the yard, occasionally pecking at the ground.
On the other side, bamboo strips were cut into pieces to form a fence. When the fence door was opened, there was a vegetable field. The vegetable field was planted with some vegetable seedlings that they did not recognize.
In addition to those that grow naturally, there are also some seedlings that grow extremely long, and bamboos are tied up next to them to let them twine and grow.
Most people looked at the vegetable field and had some thoughts in their minds, but the pesticides were not available yet, so no one said anything.
Yan Qingyao put the pesticide bottles in the wooden basin and pushed the pesticide out of the wooden basin.
“How much does a bottle of this pesticide cost?”
Yan Qingyao thought for a while: "Ten articles."
Ten coins per bottle of pesticide made Yan Qingyao's reputation grow in every village except Chenjia Village.
Because there were few seed shops and pesticide shops in the town, everyone assumed that she was selling seeds and pesticides at home. After all, an orphan and a widower couldn't rent a shop in the town.
As for the task of purchasing oysters, sea urchins and other ingredients, Yan Qingyao simply handed it over to Aunt Zhang's family. She settled with Aunt Zhang based on the purchase price of fifty-one pounds. When Aunt Zhang and Uncle Chen settled for others, they settled at forty cents per pound as agreed. , and made another ten cents per catty in price.
As for Aunt Wu, she almost broke her tongue. After spending three days with Zhao Cuihua, she shook her head and said that she had no control over the purchase price of twenty cents, so she insisted on not giving them a penny increase.
Now that it was in the hands of Aunt Zhang, they knew that they had no hope of raising the price. Seeing others making a lot of money, they felt sad, but they did not fish for oysters and sea urchins, only shrimps and crabs.
Summer is here in a blink of an eye, and the ears of wheat in the fields gradually turn from green to yellow and mature.
At a glance, the endless rice fields are all growing at the same rate. Compared with last year's diseased appearance, the rice fields that have changed pesticides this year and sprayed less pesticides are obviously more energetic, and there are also a lot less empty grains.
Village chief Chen Chunsheng walked through the fields and observed the conditions of each household responsibly. When he passed a rice field, he discovered that the ears of rice in this rice field were slightly different from others.
I stretched out my hand and touched it again. The grains were plump and the rice seedlings bent over under the heavy weight of rice. At first glance, the yield was amazing.
"This is?"
Chen Chunsheng murmured to himself and took a serious look: "It's from Aunt Zhang's house."
A name popped up in my mind, but unexpectedly, it turned out that it wasn't from her family? But the field he rented to Aunt Zhang?
Chen Chunsheng thought for a while, and among the many fields, he specifically found the field of Zhao Cuihua's house and took a look. He saw that her rice ears were also different, and nodded. It was indeed surprising to ordinary people.
Chen Chunsheng thought in his mind that when he had time, he would ask the Qingyao boy if the rice seedlings were also sent from the capital.
However, before the village chief had time, someone from the village came over. Seeing this posture, people passing by asked what happened.
Then there was a discussion.
Zhao Cuihua also came back after listening to the discussion, with a sad look on her face, and she picked up the eggs from the henhouse to feel better.
Yan Qingyao was confused: "What's wrong? What happened?"
Zhao Cuihua pursed her lips: "Blind Chen in the village died and was discovered by his neighbors because he was the only one in his family. The village chief will hold a village meeting later to discuss how to deal with his funeral."
With this mourning comes the task of the system.
"Ding... Congratulations to the host for completing the phased task of ensuring that the whole village has enough food and clothing, and receiving the reward of returning to modern times for fifteen days."
"..."
Achieved the staged tasks so easily? Her grandiose career has not yet begun!
but……
Given this good opportunity, Yan Qingyao certainly would not miss it. She clicked to receive it, casually said a few words to Zhao Cuihua, then closed the door, as if she was about to go to sleep.
The moonlight crawled into the room through the window, illuminating the room so that even if the kerosene lamp was not lit, the furnishings in the room could be clearly seen.
In response to Yan Qingyao's preference, Zhao Cuihua asked her to draw up the design drawings and asked the carpenter to build a large cabinet for her room. When she had time, she would make her some new clothes and put them all in the cabinet.
There was another bed, complete with pillows and bedding, but as soon as the door was closed, a star-like light flashed past, and the room was empty, with no one around.
As soon as she returned to modern times, Yan Qingyao opened her eyes without thinking and looked around at her surroundings. Was she in a dormitory?
Hearing the noise she made on the bed, everyone in the dormitory glanced at her subconsciously.
Yan Qingyao's face was alert and cautious. After all, she had just come back and she didn't know what the situation was like now.
Did the system find someone else to replace her in the past few months since she left?
"Yao Yao, what's wrong with you? Why do you look so distracted?"
Only then did Yan Qingyao realize that the expression on her face was too obvious, and she immediately shook her head: "No... no!"
"Did you have a nightmare? You just fell asleep and woke up." The roommate asked with concern: "Can I get you some water to drink?"
Yan Qingyao immediately shook her head: "No need."
Suddenly remembering that she still had a mobile phone in her hand, she picked it up and took a look. The location had been changed from the small fishing village to here. The date displayed on it was still the date of the day she traveled through.
She worked tirelessly for more than half a year in ancient times, but only one minute passed in modern times?
A broken system, a rotten system, is a system that makes life difficult for people.
It's okay to compete with wits and make a fortune in a small fishing village. In modern times, there is no one to help with papers and work. In the end, both sides have to do the work personally, and there can be no mistakes.
If you want to ask whether it is better to live in a small fishing village or in modern times, Yan Qingyao will definitely choose modern times.
So after the second day, with real historical references, she wrote the paper very quickly, and she felt particularly relaxed and immersed in the work.
As her boss and mentor, Liu Qifei didn't pay much attention to her at first, but looking at the documents she sent over...
