The wealth of rebirth is deep in the mountains

Chapter 122

The women laughed, the men tried their best to restrain themselves but grinned to their ears, and the naughty boys clapped their hands and shouted non-stop.

What does it mean to have money? It means that the family does not have to starve and suffer from cold. The son has a dowry to marry a wife, the daughter has a generous dowry, the elderly can support their old age, and the children can study and improve...

Silver is not a panacea, but it can solve most of the problems.

This is undeniable by anyone. No one has heard that too much money kills a man, but it is said that a penny beats a hero.

What the Feng family sent away today was a basket of spinach and a basket of leeks. The price was much higher than that of onions and garlic, so they got more than 40 taels of silver.

Old Master Feng was silent for a while when he saw the silver cups brought up by his children and grandchildren, then he got up and knelt down in front of Xiaomi.

The villagers stared blankly, and then knelt down after him.Xiaomi was so frightened that he almost threw away the teacup in his hand, and hurried to help Old Master Feng and his elders.

"Old Master Feng, Grandpa Liu, Grandpa Guo, what are you doing, get up quickly! You're killing me!"

"No, Xiaomi." Old Master Feng refused to get up, and his eyes were red as he spoke.

"The old man brought all the old and young in the village to kneel today, not because of anything else, but because you taught everyone how to grow vegetables. With this kind of family secret technique, you don't have to worry about the livelihood of your children and grandchildren in the future. You are our old Xiongling Benefactors with foreign surnames from seventeen families!"

Planting vegetables in greenhouses is the most common rural people in modern times. Everyone knows a thing or two about it. Xiaomi subconsciously didn’t treat it as a big secret. It was just a quick way to gather money, and he took it to expose it and alleviate the embarrassing situation of the Lu family.

As for teaching to the villagers, everyone lived in the same village, and the villagers treated the Lu family so kindly. The Lu family couldn't make a fortune on their own, but just watched the villagers suffer and suffer.

Unexpectedly, in the eyes of the villagers, this matter has risen to the height of the livelihood of the descendants, which makes her feel a little guilty. After all, this dish is not difficult, and I am afraid that it will be learned by others within two years. It cannot be passed down as a family heirloom.

"Old Master Feng, get up quickly. I accept everyone's thanks. We still have important things to talk about."

No matter what Xiaomi tried to persuade, Old Master Feng insisted on taking the villagers to kowtow to Xiaomi, and finally got up and looked back at the old and young people in the village, and said in a cold voice, "In the future, Lao Xiongling will follow the lead of the Lu family and hold half a servant, who dares to betray or It is a little disadvantageous to the Lu family, and they will be expelled from Laoxiongling immediately, and they will not return to the village when they live, and they will not enter the ancestral grave when they die!"

Falling leaves return to their roots, whether they are rich or poor abroad, the world is looking forward to being buried in their hometown's ancestral grave after death, which is the most secure place to return to.

Now that Old Master Feng said this, it can be said to be the most serious punishment. All the villagers nodded repeatedly, "Don't worry, Old Master Feng, everyone is not ungrateful."

Afraid that they would kneel down again, Xiaomi hurriedly asked Mr. Feng and his elders to sit down.Then he smiled and looked at Xiaodao who was munching on noodles, and said angrily, "Brother Xiaodao, is there anything else you haven't given me?"

Xiaodao scratched the back of his head and hands, smiled and took out a pouch from his bosom, and replied, "I didn't think you have other uses, so I thought about giving it to you later."

"I'm not stingy, but you feel sorry for me."

Xiaomi joked, and finally turned to the curious villagers, "Aunts and uncles, everyone has grown vegetables now. It's actually very simple to say, but it needs to be careful and diligent, plus some tricks. I'm afraid outsiders will ponder a paragraph It's time to learn, and I'm afraid that growing vegetables will no longer bring such rich returns."

"Ah, what should I do?"

"That's right, we've sealed off the Lingkou, is there anyone else who can learn from it?"

The villagers are all impatient, it's like they have just set foot on the road of wealth, but someone suddenly tells them that the road of wealth is over, it is really unacceptable.

Xiaomi quickly waved the purse in his hand, and said with a smile, "Don't be afraid, even if people learn to grow vegetables, we still have other ways to survive. The mushroom soil I asked the naughty boys to carry back from the mountains before is now under the care of Brother Dashi Mushrooms have already grown, and the money in this purse is the income from selling mushrooms. Although there are green vegetables, the price of mushrooms is not high, but as long as hot pot restaurants everywhere open, they will definitely be a hot commodity.”

Old Master Feng nodded again and again, stroked his beard and said a few words of help, "Everyone, don't worry, there is Xiaomi here, as long as everyone is of the same mind, there is no fear of not making money at any time."

"Yes, even whoever says that Xiaomi is the reincarnation of the rich boy, I also believe it. Whoever collects two baskets of soil at random can grow mushrooms in such a snowy day!"

"Yes, our old Xiongling has really accumulated virtues from our ancestors."

Everyone was chattering, praising Xiaomi for sparing no effort, hearing Xiaomi's blush, fearing that if she continued, she would be deified, so she hurriedly greeted, "Uncles and aunts, don't coax me, no matter what, I'm not human It's over!"

Everyone laughed, Xiaomi waved his little hand, and said with a smile, "We should celebrate today, we are preparing a banquet at home..."

"No, today's banquet should not be prepared by the Lu family!"

It was rare for Aunt Liu to interject, and turned around to greet the women of each family, "This year, Xiaomi's family was preparing the banquet, and everyone did not eat less. Now that we have made money, we will also contribute. The family has two dishes, and the arrangement How about a banquet for hundreds of families?"

"Okay, Aunt Liu is right. Let's prepare one too!"

"I still have bacon at home!"

"My family has..."

The women were like chicken blood, and they responded to Aunt Liu one after another. After a while, the dishes were divided, and they went home to cook in a hurry.

Xiaomi calculated that there were more than 100 people in the village. Excluding those who went out, there were only fifty or so people left. The family could barely sit down, so he arranged for blue and white jade to open the doors of the east and west rooms.

The west wing, where the children usually study, is alright, the tables and chairs are pushed into the corner, enough to fit a table, but the east wing is full of traces of Feng Jian's master and servant.There were even pens, inks, papers and inkstones that had not been put away on the small table on the kang. Thinking of Feng Jian sitting by the window every day, or writing, or reading, Xiaomi's heart was sore, but he didn't move anything. He directly locked the door of the south room, leaving only the main room for guests.

Lady Orion has no skills, and her cooking may be rough, but she is quicker than her.

Within an hour, banquets were set up in the main room and the East and West Wings of the Lu family.

The dishes brought by every family are all packed in small clay pots, which can be described as extremely real.

Aunt Han took the blue, white and green jade to serve the dishes to the banquet, and filled the freshly steamed snow-white rice, and then took a dozen of her "disciples" to the small table set up alone in the backyard regardless of Xiaomi's retention. Have a meal.

The little girls love to be lively, so they inevitably showed some frustrated expressions, but Aunt Han never let go.

A group of women not only didn't feel sorry for their daughter, but saluted Aunt Han one after another, thanking her for her dedication to teaching the children.

Although it's only been a few days, the changes in my daughter are obvious to all in the family.

The girl who had been in a hurry before became calm, and those who did not know a single big character could write their names and count private money. Even the most clumsy three girls embroidered a pig belly purse with needles and threads.

Of course, seeing this, the happiest thing is these mothers.

Aunt Han didn't get excited because of the women, she simply returned the salute, and then took the little girls away, which caused a lot of discussion among the women. Naturally, they all hoped that the girls would learn three points of Aunt Han's skills, In the future, I will not be afraid of marrying off and suffering.

The first time I sold vegetables, I got such a huge return. Every time I think of the new greenery in the greenhouse at home, no matter how old or young I am, my heart gets very hot.

As a result, the wine bowl in his hand was served diligently.

After a meal, most of the men were drunk, and even Old Master Feng talked drunk.

The few youngsters who were forced to stay at home by the family before could be of great use at this time, carrying the old men back home, and helping the old mother to support the old man.

By the time the Lu family had cleared up leftovers and washed the dishes, the sky was already dark, and the red lanterns at the gate of the courtyard were swaying in the cold wind, casting a colorful halo.

Xiaomi tightened the brocade jacket around her body, waved her hand to indicate to Qinghua Qingyu to go back and rest, and then entered her room.

The package containing the cloak was placed in the kang cabinet, she couldn't help but took it out again, stretched out her hand to gently stroke the fur without any variegation, and the valley faintly embroidered with silver thread on the big red gold end. Sui, my heart is both funny and sour.

Girls' clothes are embroidered with flowers of various colors, but here she actually embroiders corn ears, which are ripe and pounded, and then pounded out is millet, her name.

When that man told Xiu Niang, he probably received a lot of suspicious looks.

In such a cold night, I don't know where he stayed, whether he brought enough food, but wearing a new cloak, is it cold...

If you don't understand lovesickness in your life, you will only understand lovesickness, and you will harm lovesickness.The girl's mind is sour and sweet, like the freshly fallen fruit in autumn, making people greedy for freshness but afraid of the sourness...

At this moment, on the Chengde Gate in the north of Kyoto, the guards were wrapped in cold armor, holding spears in their hands, and simple knives on their waists, and they were suffering from the winter night.

Although Kyoto is much warmer than the Northland, such a night is still cold and the heart trembles.A smart veteran secretly took out a small gourd from his arms, and sipping a sip of the old wine was enough to warm up his whole body for a quarter of an hour.Naturally, if the boss finds out about this, he will be scolded and even punished with military sticks, but after decades of peaceful life in Dayuan, military discipline has not been so strict for a long time, not to mention that when it is such a hard time, the superiors are still in the tower Eat, drink, and warm yourself by the fire.

As a result, the sharp-eyed soldiers found out that they would entangle them to share a bite, and whispered a few words, which made the deserted city wall more lively.

Just at this time, suddenly a group of people and horses came running from the official road in the distance. They couldn't see clearly in the dark night, they could only hear the sound of horseshoes, their power was extraordinary.

Some timid recruits were so frightened that they jumped up so high that when they were about to draw their knives, they were kicked on the butt by the veteran and cursed, "Why panic, there are only seven or eight horses."

(End of this chapter)