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

Chapter 778

Because Mrs. Sun was in prison, he was originally in a good mood.

So he planned to go back to Tong's house to discuss the matter of holding a banquet to celebrate.

Now that Tong Xingda said so, he has no intention of holding a banquet to celebrate.

All these people think about how to get benefits from him all day long. He is just a juren, a small juren. Apart from being tax-exempt and qualified to be an official, he is no different from others.

He himself is also full of chores all day long, so there is no benefit for those people to gain.

His father and mother always felt that his elbows were turned outwards. Based on the performance of this group of people, could he not turn outwards?
Besides, Qiao Xiaomai is not an outsider, Qiao Xiaomai is the pillow he wants to spend his whole life with, his lover and relative.

The more he thought about it, the more depressed he became, Tong Sanlang drove the carriage back to the manor.

Qiao Xiaomai was sweeping the floor with a broom, and was surprised to see him come back so early, "So fast?"

"We broke up unhappy." Tong Sanlang replied, he walked to Qiao Xiaomai's side, and took the broom in her hand.

He repeated Tong Xingda's words while sweeping the floor, and finally said, "Why don't I ask tomorrow."

What he originally discussed with Qiao Maimai was to buy as much land as possible around the 150 mu. He originally thought that he would buy it when the farming was slack, but now that Tong Xingda said this, he felt that the sooner the better.

"Also, don't hold the banquet."

When that group of relatives came over, thinking about what they would say, he really wasn't interested at all.

After hearing this, Qiao Xiaomai nodded, "The matter of buying the land can be done today, as for the matter of the banquet... Well, it can be done if I don't, but last time the big guy helped me print my fingerprints, it has to be rewarded ah."

"Why don't you get some dried sweet potatoes and deliver some from door to door?" Tong Sanlang said.

"Who doesn't have dried sweet potatoes?" The reason why her family's dried sweet potatoes can be sold at a sky-high price is because of its good taste and the fact that those nobles have spare money.

For farmers, such dried sweet potatoes are still dried sweet potatoes after all, flashy.

"Then what do you think we should do?" Tong Sanlang finished sweeping the floor, washed his hands, and sat down beside her.

"I see, why don't you send a big gift package door to door!"

"What big gift bag?" Tong Sanlang asked again.

"It's just putting a lot of things together. I think we're sending not only dried sweet potatoes, but also some beans... No."

There are too few soybeans, and now there are only 5000 catties left. There are almost [-] people in Anping Village, and two catties per person will be given to her.

There are also sesame seeds, now there are only one thousand catties of sesame seeds left, and one catty of sesame seeds has four ounces of oil, and when they are all ground, there are only four hundred catties of oil, which is not enough for a head.

"Hmm..." Qiao Maimai pondered for a while, then looked at Tong Sanlang, and sighed, "Your family was really rich back then."

On Tong Tiehu's [-]th birthday, the whole village was invited to a birthday banquet, tsk tsk, rich and powerful.

It's not like now, she can't afford to give gifts to everyone.

Tong Sanlang couldn't laugh or cry when he heard this, "Then we can still have a banquet."

A large pot of vegetables, you can eat whatever you want, and you can mix meat and vegetarian dishes together. If you really calculate it, it doesn't cost much money.

"No, I don't want to meet those top relatives." Qiao Mai shook his head.

After thinking about it, she said, "Let's prepare a big gift bag."

Now besides sweet potatoes, millet is the most common thing in the family. The output of millet is slightly higher than that of wheat. Twenty mu of land has harvested nearly [-] catties of millet.

The main force of the spree is dried sweet potato and millet.

[The number of acres of millet was written wrong before, it was twenty acres, not forty acres...]

(End of this chapter)