Reborn peasant girl: I became rich overnight by traveling to sea

Probably because of the topic of chat, Chang Pingning never saw Liu Qingwan's sad and lost look again.

On the contrary, towards the end of the month, when Liu Qingwan came to Chang Pingning with the account book of Qianhai, Chang Pingning looked at Liu Qingwan's serious expression and thought that Liu Qingwan had misunderstood that she had done some ulterior operation on the account book.

"Ms. Chang, I've been sitting with you on the beach these days, and I've noticed that there are fewer and fewer people coming to the beach in recent days." The expression on Liu Qingwan's face was very serious.

Chang Pingning breathed a sigh of relief. She thought it was something big.

"Maybe it's because the temperature has dropped recently and everyone is reluctant to go out." Chang Pingning didn't care. In the past few days, it was much harder for her and her mother-in-law to wake up Guo Ling'an than usual. "An'an asked yesterday if she could stay in bed all the time. Waiting."

Thinking of the little sister of the Guo family lying in bed, Chang Pingning couldn't help but laugh.

Liu Qingwan also liked the Guo family's youngest daughter very much. After she heard Chang Pingning's words, she started laughing about Guo Ling'an.

Then Liu Qingwan said seriously: "I was thinking that since it has been cold recently, there are only a few people who come to catch the sea. The people in the village have to stay here all morning for these outsiders. Why don't we take care of the people who come to catch the sea before the Chinese New Year?" Should we stop things for a while? Wait until spring next year?"

As the sea breeze blew by, Liu Qingwan couldn't help but shiver, and smiled at Chang Pingning with some embarrassment: "The sea breeze is quite cold."

Chang Pingning nodded, considering that the Chinese New Year was coming soon and people in the village had to buy new year's goods. Patrolling the beach all morning would also affect everyone's going to the market.

Now that Liu Qingwan and Chang Pingning have reached unity, Meng Xia in the school has no contrary opinions.

However, looking at Meng Xia's busy appearance, Chang Pingning guessed that a few wealthy businessmen have come to the school recently to eat freshly made seafood. After all, the price is cheaper than Cyclamen in town, and the distance to the port is also closer than that in town.

Chang Pingning and the three of them found a time to check the accounts of Qianhai and the money received. There were no mistakes.

Meng Xia did the math and decided to give half of the money to the Liu family and the remaining half to the village.

Liu Qingwan calculated and reconfirmed the conclusions reached by Chang Pingning and Meng Xia.

Meng Xia watched Liu Qingwan settle accounts from the side, her eyes fell on the red satin at the door of Guo's house, and asked Chang Pingning if she had recorded the number of meals she had processed seafood this month.

Chang Pingning nodded and told Meng Xia that the people who patrolled the village every day would go door to door after returning from the beach, and they probably had records there.

Meng Xia nodded and told Chang Pingning that he wanted to go out.

Chang Pingning and Liu Qingwan looked at each other, guessing that Meng Xia might have gone to someone to ask for accounts, or asked other people in the village if they had recorded the amount of processed seafood.

After Liu Qingwan calculated the money and Meng Xia came back, the three of them went to the village chief's house together, planning to discuss the time to divide the money with the village chief.

The village chief was very surprised. He didn't expect that the three female dolls in front of him had already calculated the accounts of Canghai before the end of the month, and roughly calculated the money that each family should share.

The village chief hurriedly took the account book and calculated it again. There was no problem.Even the village chief thought that the three of them would make false accounts to deceive him, but looking at the degree of dryness of the ink, the village chief was convinced that this account book must be the original account book.

Looking at the three people in front of him, the village chief felt that they were really young and a bit arrogant. If the three of them had made false accounts, if he had found out, he could still get a share of the pie.

Unexpectedly, these three people did not make false accounts, so the village chief had no choice but to praise them. The four of them discussed that at the beginning of next month, they would find a time when almost everyone in the village would be there, go to the open space in the center of the village, and gather together to make a fuss. money.Meng Xia's eyes lit up when he heard "pay money."

Liu Qingwan and Chang Pingning did not point out that the money of the three of them would not be distributed together with the villagers, either before or after the villagers distributed the money.

Fortunately, Meng Xia was only excited for a moment. She reminded the village chief that when notifying the villagers to distribute the money, she also told them that some people would have to replace the red satin next month.

The village chief had no objection.

As the weather got colder, fewer and fewer people came to catch the sea. On the last day of the month, no one even came.

Liu Qingwan saw that the patrolling villagers were very cold, and the host gave the milk tea for the guests to the patrolling villagers.

Butler Liu was worried that the villagers would misunderstand, and explained repeatedly that they and the guests had been drinking the same milk tea, but it was put in different wooden barrels to avoid the guests being distracted.Therefore, I also hope that after they drink this time, they will not spread it everywhere.

The villagers also understood and kept saying that they knew.

Hot milk tea in the cold winter can just beat the cold of winter.

In addition, what makes the villagers even more happy is that money will be distributed to them.In the past month, people in the village were counting the number of people who came to the beach to catch the sea, and the money that outsiders handed to Bomer's wife.

Almost everyone is looking forward to how much money they will get after a busy month.

In the open space in the center of the village, everyone could not help but feel confused as they watched Liu Qingwan calculating and talking about numbers one after another.

Of the money reported by Miss Liu, which one was divided among them?
The village chief noticed the confusion of most of the villagers, and after Miss Liu finished explaining her calculation method, he repeated it loudly.

"One penny." The village chief said, "Each family can get one penny from the work of catching the sea. Just now, Miss Liu was telling everyone how this 'one penny' was calculated!"

When the villagers heard that they could get one penny of silver, they cheered one after another. The cheers that broke out in the crowd had long overshadowed the village chief's voice.

But it doesn't matter, everyone is infected by such a cheering atmosphere.

The village chief didn't mean to stop everyone from being happy, but after the cheers gradually died down, he asked Meng Xia to tell everyone which eleven houses would be able to hang red silk satin next month.

Meng Xia took the number written down by the village patrol team and reported the names of eleven households. About four or five households were different from the previous month.

The crowd became noisy again, recalling the amount of seafood they had processed the previous month.

"The number you quoted is wrong. Our family clearly entertained more than ten families last month. How come the price can't be increased?" Someone was protesting loudly.

Such a protest was obviously expected by Meng Xia. Meng Xia handed over the recorded accounts in his hand: "This is the information recorded by the patrol team. If you have any questions, you can come up and take a look."

"What am I looking at? I don't know how to read!" The man complained angrily, "I just don't know how to read, so I just rely on my brain to memorize it. How do I know if the record you wrote on paper is fake?"