Farm Widow: Pick up a husband to open up wasteland and farm

Chapter 129
A soft female voice broke everyone's thoughts, and they just got off topic, they didn't know what Yuan Shi said.

She stepped forward to look at the radish in her pot, and saw that the skin was very thin. This girl is the most honest one here. She is about fifteen years old. Although she is not very good-looking, she is really good-looking. , I saw that the family had suffered a lot. Now that the radish skin was sprinkled with salt, I thought it was inedible, so I couldn't help asking.

"We'll do what the boss told me. Don't worry about waste. Let's hurry up and finish pickling the remaining radishes in the yard. We'll rush to do the work that the boss said. As long as Don’t steal, rape or play tricks, if you don’t have enough food in winter, you can borrow it, and work in the coming year will make up for it.”

"That's what the boss really said?" The old woman, who had been asked five times a year, couldn't help being surprised.

Although these days they are rushing to save coolies for food, but this is not enough for the whole deep winter, everyone is as worried as her at night~
"Really, it's truer than Pearl. My man is in a higher position. He told me these things, but the higher up hasn't announced the matter yet."

She could see that these people were worried that they might starve to death no matter what they did, and now they were forced to do the field work because of the helplessness of life.

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and these words undoubtedly reassured everyone. Regardless of the soldiers who had to turn back to patrol outside, everyone tacitly picked the radish skin in front of them.
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"Why are you here?"

Shuan Zi stepped forward to pull his carriage, looking at the dusty man covered in snow, his eyes were full of doubts.

"Those people in the back, you arrange them first, and I will report to the Lord before making arrangements."

He rubbed his hands together and kept breathing to show that his fingers were not so stiff.

Snow covered the surrounding fields, and before he had time to sigh, he quickly walked towards the towering tall building and stepped in.

At this time, Jing Yuan was holding the child in his arms with Zhang Xiaolan, roasting a charcoal fire in the main room, and covered the iron basin with an iron frame, and smoked a pheasant on the surface.

Seeing the figure of the mouse running from afar, Yuan Kui quickly rang the hall to report the scene outside.

"Why is he here?"

Zhang Xiaolan couldn't help being curious, it's winter, it's not easy to go back!
"Subordinates refer to master and madam!"

Before I could explain the reason to my daughter-in-law, the rat's voice sounded at the door.

"Come in and warm up for a while, it's windy outside."

Zhang Xiaolan hurriedly spoke up.

He carefully raised his head to see his master's expression of no vision, then calmed down, and quickly replied to his wife, "Yes."

It's not that he doesn't know how to refuse, it's that it's really cold, the cold wind bites the bones.

"Have you delivered everything you wanted?"

"The man is waiting at the embolus."

After these two blows, he suddenly spoke more quickly than before, without the trembling just now, and his words were clear and powerful.

Zhang Xiaolan on the side didn't understand, seeing that her husband was obviously playing charades, and it was not good to embarrass him in front of his subordinates, so she didn't speak again.

"Guru~"

An untimely voice disturbed the moment of tranquility.

"That~"

The mouse was really embarrassing, the roasted chicken in front of him was so fragrant that his stomach couldn't help but growl.

"Look at your point, go~ go to my room and let my mother cook for you."

(End of this chapter)