The happy life of Queen Nong

Chapter 5 Uh, scraps?
Steward Lu covered his face and looked at Ning Qingsang in shock.

This cheap hoof, dare to hit her?

Moreover, it is still a public fight!
The others were also shocked, and all fell silent for a while.

After a long while, Steward Lu hissed, "Ning Qingsang, do you dare to hit me?"

"Yes, you were the one who beat you! You are ugly and you don't allow other people to be as beautiful as flowers. You old witch has a dark mind and a dirty mouth. You just need to clean up!"

"You... well, Ning Qingsang, I want to see how you can scrape together ten taels of silver in one day! If you don't see the silver at sunset, you, you, and you, don't think about it, huh !"

After the housekeeper Lu said this harsh word, he walked away in a rage.

Today she is a big loser, the point is, the crotch is still wet at the moment, and she smells bad, so she has to go back and change her pants.

Steward Lu came aggressively, and walked away with a disheveled face. The villagers next to him laughed twice, seeing that there was no excitement, they also retreated one after another.

Only a middle-aged woman came over with a troubled expression on her face, first glanced at Ning Qingsang maliciously, and then pulled Xiao Lin over.

"Ah Lin, it's not Aunt Zhou, I'm talking about you, you...how did you get involved with that vixen in Xiaocan Village? Do you know that anyone who messes with her will end badly!"

Xiao Lin didn't speak.

Aunt Zhou said again: "Wang Er at the entrance of her village and Butcher Zhang at the end of the village are examples. You...you..."

"Aunt Zhou, I just saved her, we have nothing to do with each other!"

Xiao Lin was not one of those eight wives, and he had no idea that the person he saved was Yizhihua, a beauty from Xiaocan Village next door.

"That's it, I don't worry about that aunt, it's just your ten taels of silver..."

"This aunt."

Ning Qingsang came up, greeted me very politely, and said, "Wang Er at the entrance of the village saw me and kept staring at me, but he didn't look at the ground, fell down, and hit the stone with his eyes and was blinded.

The butcher Murao Zhang saw me, his hand that was cutting the meat trembled, and the knife hit his hand and broke it.

Auntie, it's all because they are not firm enough in their minds, and when they see a beautiful girl, they swear, and end up cheating themselves. Can you blame me for that? "

Aunt Zhou choked and was speechless.

Ning Qingsang rolled her eyes wide, and said with a smile: "Auntie, is there anyone around here who has a small workshop that specializes in weaving and dyeing cloth?"

Ning Qingsang is now located in the hilly area of ​​the south of the Yangtze River in Dayan Dynasty. The villages near the Jiuquan Mountains all make a living by planting mulberry and silkworms. Some families with good conditions also have weaving and dyeing workshops.

Ning Qingsang just said that if he could scrape together ten taels of silver before sunset tonight, he would need a small workshop.

At this time, it's time to test Xiao Lin's connections!
Xiao Ye and Aunt Zhou looked at her in surprise, not understanding why she mentioned the cloth dyeing workshop?
"The ten taels of silver, is it related to this?"

Finally, Xiao Lin, who had been silent all this time, choked out these words.

Ning Qingsang's eyes lit up, and he glanced at this man approvingly, he was quite smart.

"Yes, as long as there is a dye workshop, I can get the money together!"

Not just twelve, but more!

Aunt Zhou thought for a while and said, "I have one in my family. But the fabric there is untouchable. At the end of the year, the land mainly comes to collect it. If we can't hand over enough fabric, our family's rations for this year will be lost."

What is a landlord?

The landlord is a vicious person who owns a lot of fertile land, countless tenant farmers, and constantly exploit|exploits and squeezes the people at the bottom!

The fields in the three nearby villages are all owned by the owner of the land, and these small workshops are also owned by his family. At the end of the year, the cloth must be handed over, otherwise they will not receive rations.

Ning Qingsang said: "Don't worry, I won't touch those fabrics, I just need leftovers."

"Um, scraps?"

(End of this chapter)