The peasant girl wants to turn the sky: the black-bellied husband, come to farm

Chapter 288 Nearly ten thousand catties of wheat are gone

Hearing this, Qiao Xiaomai blinked, and the resentment in his eyes faded away.

This is true, she has a good impression of Emperor Yong'an.

As a feudal emperor to do this, it is so touching.

Seeing that the expression on her small face was normal, Yang Ye's embarrassment immediately flew away, and he spread the folding fan again and shook it, his phoenix eyes slanted at her, and he said very richly, "There is still the matter just now, don't worry, burn it!" How much wheat you have bought, I will make up for you."

"No need to make up, not much." Qiao Mai shook his head.

The wheat harvest is basically over now, and everyone is planting crops such as millet, sweet potatoes, soybeans, etc. Her family has a lot of fields, and the harvest is slow, but there is not much left, more than 20 mu, all of which are piled up in the threshing field. Haven't had time to thresh yet.

"How many?" Yang Ye asked.

"If you don't count the straw, there are several thousand catties."

"Hehe! Ms. Qiao is full of confidence, a few thousand catties of wheat is not too much?" Yang Ye raised his eyebrows.

Qiao Mai was expressionless.

These fields are first-class fields. Qiao Changshun said that the yield per mu can reach more than 400 catties, and the total yield of more than 20 mu can reach tens of thousands of catties.

Tens of thousands of catties of wheat!

A catty of three Wen, thirty thousand, thirty taels of silver!

30 taels may not seem like a lot, but when converted into wheat, it would amount to ten thousand catties, which would pile up into mountains!

The reason why she said that was just to refuse Yang Ye's compensation, but this man wanted to expose him, her heart is bleeding now, okay!

"The most important thing is to find the person who burns wheat." She said.

Yang Ye snapped his fingers, "Nine times out of ten, it's Mrs. Sun. He can't live on his own, so he can't see you well."

Hearing this, Qiao Xiaomai frowned and said, "Then what she burned should be the house of a folk girl, not the wheat in the field."

"Maybe she didn't want to die with you, but she couldn't swallow it, so she just burned your wheat." Yang Ye said here that Jun's face was already full of affirmation, and he said, "This king Look, now we should send someone to search her shack, maybe we can find a lot of wheat."

"She is so poor that she can't even eat. So much wheat, it's impossible to burn all of it?"

This analysis is very reasonable, Qiao Mai nodded, "Go and see later, let's go to Maidi first."

When the two arrived at the wheat field, they saw a large area of ​​scorched black from a distance, and more than 20 acres of wheat were all reduced to ashes.

There were many people standing on the edge of the threshing field. The wrinkles on Qiao Changshun's face were all crowded together at the moment, and he looked several years older. Qiao Dami sat in the bullock cart, silent.

Tong Tiehu and Tong Sanlang were also there, both of them looked serious.

Tong Sanlang was the first to discover the carriage. He watched the carriage approach from far to near, and when it was approaching the edge of the threshing field, he walked over.

At this time, everyone also looked over.

Qiao Xiaomai and Yang Ye jumped out of the carriage, Tong Sanlang and others were about to salute, Yang Ye waved his hand and asked, "What's the current situation?"

"Returning to Your Highness, there is not a single grain of wheat left in the 23 acres of land, and they are all burned." Tong Sanlang replied, he pretended to be casual and glanced at Qiao Maimai, and found that Qiao Maimai was also staring at him intently, and his heart suddenly jumped It's hot.

He continued, "This place is close to Dazhou Village. Just now, Grandpa asked the folks to ask, but they didn't find any useful information."

If it is the busy wheat season, there will be many people guarding the wheat field at night to prevent anyone from stealing the wheat.

But now the wheat harvest is basically over, and it is not close to Dazhou Village. In the middle of the night, a fire burned for a long time, and the people of Dazhou Village didn't notice it.

"Isn't Ms. Qiao's number one enemy that Mrs. Sun? Go to her, and in all likelihood, she did it."

Yang Ye recounted his guess.

"Your Highness is absolutely right." Tong Sanlang looked at Tong Tiehu.

Tong Tiehu nodded, "Changshun and the rest of us went to find Mrs. Sun, and everyone else should leave."

So the others went back to the village, Qiao Changshun, Qiao Dami, Tong Sanlang, Tong Tiehu, Qiao Mai, Yang Ye, rushed to Sun's shack.

(End of this chapter)