Farmhouse pretty cook

Chapter 452
"The emperor's newly-appointed madam has a lot of land in her hand, as well as the fiefs of Prince Xiang's Mansion and the Prince's Mansion, which are the best paddy fields in Beijing. If we can..."

"The emperor's mind is really hard to figure out. It's really hard to figure out how to seal a hundred mu of paddy fields at once!"

Speaking of the fiefdom, the matter of the emperor rewarding Mu Xiang a few days ago caused quite a stir in the capital.

It would be fine if the land was confiscated to a meritorious minister, but it was conferred to a little girl who had only been in Beijing for a few days. How can this be the past!
A mocking smile played on Mu Qingyang's lips, "Do you really think the emperor treats her so well? I have been to the fiefdoms that I have set up before, and I said they are good fields, but in fact they are not like that at all, whether they are good or bad. , only the farmers know best, the terrain is so high, and the matter of water storage is enough to make the workers take off a layer of skin."

"It turns out that this is the case, the emperor really has a deep calculation, what a deep calculation!"

Everyone agreed.

In fact, what they want to say more is that the emperor is really scheming, even King Xiang dared to count him in, a great conspirator!
"Things in the field, although small, can affect the overall situation. Regardless of whether the field is good or bad, this year's grain must still be harvested." Mu Qingyang stroked the wrench in his hand, his eyes were dark, "Notice, The price is still the same as last year, no matter how much or how little grain there is, there will be no price increase, but farmers who sell [-] catties of grain will be given two taels of fine salt for free!"

As soon as his idea came out, all the people present woke up like a dream.

The real trick is here, without saying anything, Mu Qingyang's business acumen is definitely far superior to Tang Mo's to be able to sit on the head of the Mu family.

And he has another advantage, he is more ruthless than Tang Mo.

He An drove the carriage, and according to Mu Xiang's request, took her around the capital, getting more familiar with the customs and landforms of the capital, which would be of great benefit to her business.This is called market research.

Because Wu Qing was in a bad mood, Mu Xiang didn't want to see his unlucky face, so she let him go home first.

After sitting in the carriage for a long time, Mu Xiang wanted to get down for a walk, so Wu Qing took the carriage back.

The three of them were walking aimlessly in the street.

When the weather is fine, there will be more people taking to the streets.

Although the first month has not yet passed, and some shops have not opened yet, many small merchants braved the severe cold and came out to set up stalls, selling some rouge and gouache, small ornaments, small accessories and so on.

Among them are some pottery and porcelain stalls.Some seem to be dug out of the soil, while others are fired right now, with different degrees of old and new, but the possibility of being old is not ruled out.

Standing in front of a small stall, Mu Xiang picked up a small pottery that resembled a Pegasus. It was painted with colorful lacquer. The workmanship was a little rough, but there were mottled marks on it, which looked like unearthed cultural relics.

The peddler was a shrewd young man, seeing that although Mu Xiang was dressed in ordinary clothes, there were two people behind him, who looked like servants of a wealthy family, and they should also be rich customers.

So he ignored another spectator and came over to introduce her enthusiastically.

"Madam, you have a good eye. I'm not afraid to tell you the truth. It's been less than a year since it was exposed. It's the time to catch up with the new ones. It's at least this age from now." Mysterious face, "Absolutely good thing, only this one, if you miss it, you won't even regret it!"

Just as Mu Xiang was about to speak, the things in her hand suddenly disappeared and were snatched away.

"Hey, you small street vendor, you are too dishonest. The old man said to go home to get the money and let you keep it. How can you sell it to others? You really think that the old man is talking fart, she is a girl doll If you can understand a dick, if you dare to sell it to her, I'll give you the shit out of you!"

After a long series of bursts, Mu Xiang's ears buzzed.If the old man hadn't been facing the peddler when he spoke, her clothes would have been wet by the old man's saliva.

I really don't know whether he is talking or watering.

Seeing the old man, He An's complexion changed, he stepped back quickly, and covered his face with an oiled paper umbrella from a nearby vendor.

He stood at the end, neither Da Fei nor Mu Xiang noticed his performance.

Mu Xiang turned her head to look at the old man who appeared out of nowhere and robbed her again.

Staring at a pair of big eyes with copper bells, silver hair, and slightly wrinkled face, but his face is radiant, his eyes are shining, and he is full of energy.

There was no one around him, only him, holding a money bag in his hand.

Seeing Mu Xiang looking at him, he put his staring gaze on Mu Xiang again, and looked at Mu Xiang for a long time, but he didn't feel anything.

He's not a young boy who can feel like shit.On the contrary, she was very interested in the tall man next to her, who was as tall as a strong bear.

"Young man, you're in good shape," the old man laughed loudly, his voice full of inner strength, thick and vigorous.

Da Fei was angry, and Mu Xiang frowned slightly.

Decades of deep internal strength, how can she, a little girl who has become a monk halfway, can possess it.

Da Fei took off his clenched hands and was also angry, "You old man, don't touch people if you have nothing to do, what does my health have to do with you?"

The old man had a silver beard and smiled mysteriously, "The body is healthy, the muscles are strong, and the meat will be more expensive when it comes back to sell!"

He An, who was covered by a flower umbrella, staggered a little, and his feet flickered.

Da Fei was stunned for a moment, obviously he didn't quite understand what the old man meant.

Indeed, with his IQ, it will take some time to understand.

Mu Xiang smiled lightly, "Old man, selling meat is not fun, but selling beards is fun!"

The old man moved quickly, and she didn't move too slowly. The vendor only felt a shadow flash in front of his eyes, and the multicolored pony came and changed owners again.

"Stealing other people's things is called being disrespectful. You are old, do you want to lose it at the end of the festival? Turn around and see the red sign? Go there and play," Mu Xiang played with the gun in her hand. Ma'er satirized the old man from beginning to end.

He An felt that he was about to turn into a puddle of piss, it was over, it was over, he was dead, how did these two carry it.

The old man didn't need to look back, he knew where she was referring to. He closed the curtain and touched this big place in the capital, "Which family girl are you from? How dare you tease me like this, and how dare you insult me ​​at night?" ,court death!"

(End of this chapter)