Early the next morning, Yi Feng took Liu Yu and left Liujia Village. The Wang family sent their daughter out of the village all the way. She only got the news last night. Because she left in a hurry and had no preparations, she had to carefully remind her daughter and son-in-law to be safe on the way. be careful.
When the carriage was out of sight, Mrs. Wang still couldn't hold back the tears on her face.
"Why are you crying? My son-in-law is taking care of me. There is nothing to worry about." The man from the Wang family stood beside her and advised her.
"You know what, I'm happy. I've never been out of Pingcheng in my life. I didn't expect that Girl Yu would have the opportunity to go to the capital. Maybe we can go to the capital to enjoy the blessings. Which of the old ladies in the village can compare with me? .”
"..." He thought wrongly.
I dare to hate that these are not sad tears at all.
"We, girl Yu, have a good life! Ask Tie Sheng to do a good job later, maybe Xiao girl will send him to the capital." This man, the eldest Wang, felt this. He has been digging in the soil all his life, has old ideas, and firmly believes in marrying He had no idea of getting out of his daughter, but he didn't think about getting more benefits from his daughter, but from the fact that his daughter followed his son-in-law to Beijing, he seemed to have seen the light of dawn.
If the son-in-law can be given more support to his son, they will be able to enjoy the blessings of his son if he becomes successful in the future.
"You don't need to tell me, I have always told my son like this." The eldest Wang rolled her eyes at her man. This elm-headed man only knows how to dig in the mud. He is slow to do anything. The family affairs do not depend on her.
Or she has the foresight.
The eldest Wang saw a carriage coming from the road from a distance. After seeing it clearly, his face turned from gloomy to gloomy, and he snorted softly: "The annoying people are here again. Let's go home. We haven't finished the work in the fields yet."
In a blink of an eye, autumn has arrived, and the weather is getting cooler.
There was an anxious mood in the coolness of Liujiacun. As Xiao Ming expected, Liu Fushun was forced to pay a large sum of money for fruit seedlings to each family in Liujiacun.
And because it was the Xiao family, Liu Fushun gave the money in cash and it was settled on the spot. When it came time to pick the fruits, the farmers in Liujia Village who sold the fruits to the Liu family only received an initial deposit of silver. Now, all the fruits have been picked, but they have not received the remaining money from the Liu family.
Seeing the neighbors getting money for the fruit they sold to the Xiao family on the spot, some of them were jealous and some regretted it. Although the price given by the Liu family was two cents higher than that of the Xiao family, the Liu family did not give any money. It's like using sweet words to draw a big cake for them, and then drop a big carrot and refuse to eat it.
Many people were so anxious that they got angry, and they had to go to the Xiao family to ask for some flower tea to clear away heat and reduce fire. However, they found that the Xiao family had changed. In the past, they would get some flower tea, a couple of medicines, etc. without giving any money. Now, now But I have to give money.
The villagers who knew the whole story were so vomiting that they felt like vomiting blood. They regretted it~
Autumn is the harvest season, and the Xiao family is busy picking fruits to make wine. This year, not only the original fruit trees of the Xiao family, but also the land left by the Xia family have grown fruit.
In short, there is a lot of fruit.
Fortunately, there were students from Qingshan Academy to help. They exchanged their labor for Shu Xiu, and Xiao Ming also had free labor. He simply asked them to pick the Xiao family's fruits, but because they were from the Xiao family, Xiao Ming There is no free work, each person is given five documents as wages.
More than a hundred students, five cents each, which is a large sum.
After all the fruits were brewed into fruit wine and canned food, Xiao Ming asked people to put them into separate accounts. The jars from Qingshan Court were piled in the Xia family, and the ones from the Xiao family were piled in the Xiao family's warehouse.
In the eyes of outsiders, today is the reason why God has given them food to eat. This year's fruit harvest was particularly large, far exceeding Yi Feng's budget. This made Jiang Sihai and the others so happy that they couldn't even see it.
As everyone knows, one-third of them are fruits released by Xiao Ming from the space.
Looking at the rows of wine jars, Xiao Ming felt a sense of accomplishment. The extra fruit wine and cans were all the fruits of her labor.
Xiao Ming went to Xia's house again. Liu Jisheng was counting the quantities energetically. He smiled and squinted his eyes. There were more than three thousand jars. How much money would it cost to sell all these fruit wines.
The old villager was so excited that his brain was a little blurry, and his abacus was clicking loudly, but he couldn't figure out how much money he could get.
Xiao Ming also laughed, because it was the first time this year that the fruit was born, and the number was a little small, but there will be more next year.
After selling these, she could finally get back the money she invested in Qingshanyuan.
When the Xiao family's fruit wine and cans were being pulled out one after another, Xiao Yu was counting the silver until he felt weak. Why was he counting the silver? Because his uncle was not here, he was directly chased by his aunt.
How does it feel to have a very lazy aunt?
While Xiao Yu was counting the money with a frown on his face and thinking about how to write a letter to his brother-in-law to report his aunt's illness, the Liu family in Pingcheng City was in a different situation.
In the early morning, Liu Fushun helped his wife Zhou Lianrong, who was returning to her parents' home, into the carriage. After the carriage drove away, Liu Fushun's smiling face was already covered with clouds. He clenched his five fingers into a fist and clasped them tightly together, and hurried back to the house.
"Uncle..." The girls they met on the road saluted and said hello.
In the past, when Liu Fushun met the pretty girls, he might stop and joke a few words, but today he had completely lost his interest, and the words of uncle only made him more irritated.
Uncle, uncle...
He is reminded all the time that he is the son-in-law of the Zhou family. Oh, by the way, there is a sign of the Zhou family hanging on the door of their house...
Thinking of how just before Zhou Lianrong went out, she actually accused him of arrears of money to fruit farmers, saying that business cannot be done without integrity, and that one must be honest and honest...
It's all bullshit!
Liu Fushun took a deep breath.
A woman actually tried to teach him how to do business...
After entering the hall, Liu Fugui hurriedly stepped into the door. When he saw Liu Fushun, he shouted loudly: "This is something bad! Third brother..."
"Second brother, please speak slowly when you have something to say. How do you look so impatient?" Liu Fushun quickly stopped him and winked at Liu Fugui, indicating that there were still servants around.
"Oh." Liu Fugui kept silent, and finally waited for the girls to serve tea and leave before he hurriedly said: "Third brother, we are done! I just came from the winery, and we have this year's fruit wine and canned food. The taste is completely different from Xiao’s, it’s a million miles away.”
He didn't understand why the same recipe had completely different finished products. The Xiao family's was delicious in color, smell and taste, but theirs was unsightly and difficult to eat.
The gap is too big.
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