Start of the famine: Take the crazy batch of sisters to farm and make a fortune

The look on someone's face, who had been prepared for it for a long time, made Tang Ming almost stop jumping in disgust.

So, when she felt that the atmosphere was enough, she opened her mouth with a big move: "What do you mean, sir, can a civilian girl own an iron plow worth [-] kilograms?"

"...What the hell are you thinking about?" Tang Ming raised his eyebrows.

His instinct told him not to nod at this time.

"Sir, is that what you mean?" Ding Xuewei insisted.

Tang Ming examined her for a long time and finally nodded.

After getting the accurate answer, Ding Xuewei took out the baggage in her arms and opened the small bag. It was a few charcoal pens specially made for her. As soon as the rice paper wrapped with charcoal pens was opened, she spread them directly on the tables next to her.

Swish, swish, she didn't stop for a second, and it took her 10 minutes to complete the drawing of the plow she really wanted.

Dimensions, notes dropped, exactly 25 minutes after.

"One of these plows does not weigh more than thirty kilograms. The amount of the folk girl's is at least 670."

Mr. Tang, who was successfully tricked: "..."

When she only focused on the plowshare, he thought that he had been tricked by the little girl.

He kept silent, but he was attracted by the girl's painting skills.

It was not the first time for Tang Ming to see the ability of the little girl in front of him, and it was not new for him to be tricked this time.

Except for Ding Laoliu, who I asked when I entered, it was different.

At this time, Ding Xuewei was too bright and confident, and the messages revealed in her back-and-forth exchanges with the prefect were far beyond his innermost imagination.

At this moment, he suddenly understood how the old man could hand over his precious little granddaughter to the other party so confidently.

"Sir, the farm girl has three times the number of animals from the Jiang family. Can the Jiang family customize about 230 plowshares?" When Jiang Laoliu lamented the luck of his precious girl, Ding Xuewei helped him.

In an instant, Jiang Laoliu stiffened his back.

Tang Ming turned his eyes away in an instant, and by chance, the two of them looked at each other!

Obviously he didn't have any extra expressions, but he just felt serious and felt that smiling or showing off in any way would be disrespectful to the prefect.

He had never seen the prefect before today. He was nervous when he stepped into the Fucheng Yamen.

Yes, Jiang Funiu is the heroine.

However, no matter in the novel or now after being changed by Ding Xuewei, the Jiang family at this period did not dare to show off and did not have much confidence to do so.

A person who has never even entered a county government office a few times suddenly reaches a higher level and comes to a government office. He will not feel lucky in his heart, but will only feel uneasy.

Jiang Laoliu entered the Yamen uneasily and met the prefect who maintained the safety of the government uneasily.

To be honest, he couldn't say that even if he met an adult.

Now, looking at each other with the prefect, there is only one thought in mind... What should I do?
Ding Laoliu's mood was not relaxed because of Ding Xuewei's bold exchanges with him. On the contrary, the more he heard, the more thoughts he had about Ding Xuewei and the prefect Tang Ming.

Ding Xuewei was obviously an orphan who was abused by her step-grandmother. How could she have the courage to talk so loudly with an adult?

As the leader of a palace, how could Tang Ming tolerate a little girl like Ding Xuewei without a father and mother not to behave in front of him?
At this time, Jiang Laoliu, who had no basic understanding of Ding Xuewei, couldn't figure out the twists and turns even if he thought about it.

"Sir, uncles from the Jiang family are just like ordinary people, just like ordinary people. It is already difficult enough for ordinary people like ordinary people to make any decisions. If more subsidies are needed... then we can only give away the livestock. gone back."

You can't sell it without signing the paperwork before.

I can't sell it and I don't want to lose money... I'll lose less by sending it back than by keeping it in my hands.

Ding Xuewei is really good at finding loopholes to exploit in such harsh documents.

Tang Ming, who only felt his neck cracking, his eyes darkened, and his raised hand was as fast as lightning.

The moment his finger poked Ding Xuewei, Ding Laoliu held his breath.Someone who was poked in the side of the head by One Finger Zen didn't learn the lesson at all.

"Don't you think there is a limit to sacrificing yourself for others? Others have three meals a day, don't women of the country also have to have three meals a day? Just tie the wool to a sheep, and don't give it some time to grow. This is not proper skin shaving. Cutting meat?"

"Anyway, the amount that your Excellency promised to the people's daughter cannot be less. If it is less, the people's daughter will no longer support this animal. She will love whoever she wants."

The little girl was very arrogant, and her expression made it look like you didn't agree with me and turned around to send the animals away.

To be honest, asking people to sign the lease document is already too much. It will also prevent people from buying farm tools that they already have. It is not as simple as bullying people, but the level of murder and bloodletting.

How can one earn money for livestock feed without the tools at hand?

Asking people to provide money and help is not eating steamed buns made of human blood!

"What did I say? What did I say about me?" Tang Ming was so angry that I even came out.

The hand that looked a little like Ding Xuewei pointed forward, but in the end it didn't fall again.

"The family is ordering this amount for now. Later I will ask if I can increase it. The conditions for annual inspection and delivery remain unchanged."

"...Then, sir, can you give me a document?" Ding Xuewei calmed down and tried to test.

They want this quantity, but no one dares to do it without the government saying anything, and the scattered blacksmiths don't have that much iron in their hands.

"..."

Tang Ming's heart filled with anger.

At this moment, he was very emotional and excited.

The problem is, the little girl who blushed with him before has regained his temper and acted calmly.

A veteran who has lived for decades might as well give it to a child!
"Sir... you want to go directly to the girl?" Ding Xuewei blinked, that's called an innocent person.

Tang Ming raised his head at a 45° angle for five seconds, and then almost spit on Ding Xuewei's face: "Here are the documents for you, from the blacksmith shop and the carpenter."

"...Uh!" Ding Xuewei tilted her head and looked disgusted, considering whether to hire a carpenter or not.

"Uh, what? Do you still want me to run errands for you?" Tang Ming bulged his eyes in anger.

Ding Xuewei pursed her lips and muttered: "No, I think the carpenter's words are a bit unnecessary."

"..." Tang Ming's mind went blank.

Not a carpenter, just a plowshare?

how to use?
Ding Xuewei stirred her hands: "In the past year, the peasant girls have bought many tools and trained the uncles in the village very well. This plow body can be used even if it is rough... The point is that the peasant girls have no money. This I have borrowed too much from others, and I am afraid that I will not be able to get it out even if I sell it.”

"..." Tang Ming lost his temper.

No one knows the little girl’s income support better than him!

"You can eat as much as you want, and you're not afraid of eating too much at once and stuffing yourself to death." He muttered angrily.

Don’t blame people and children for being preoccupied.

How can you not care if you don’t have money?

"Can I still buy this plow?"

"... Sir, you want to borrow money from a civilian girl?" Ding Xuewei's eyes widened, and her eyes were like sparks of fire, and the east wind could start a prairie fire again.

"..."

Tang Ming felt that he was short of words.

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