After the Divorce, Me and My Tyrant Ex-husband Got Transmigrated as a Farmers in the Ancient Times

Yang stopped talking.

Although the Xia family is the "richest man" in Yangliu Village, they are actually a little wealthier than others, and they can't eat a few times a year. The family has a large population, coupled with this year's famine, the family is already living tightly. If there is another famine next year, you will be hungry.

Now Xiading Mountain is gone, the kiln has been resting for half a month, and it will be winter without starting to burn tiles. Once the soil freezes, no tiles can be burnt.

"Second brother, the book is really not in our hands." Xia Dingfeng said.

"Where did that book go?" Xia Dinghai frowned, walking around in the third house with his hands on his back, unable to figure it out!

Xia Dingfeng asked: "Will the bandits steal it?"

"Impossible." Xia Dinghai blurted out.

Yang's eyes flickered and asked: "Second brother, why are you so sure?"

"Because..." Xia Dinghai became hesitant, "Big Brother... he told me!"

Seeing the flaw, Yang asked: "What did the big brother tell you?"

"The eldest brother said before his death, the book is at home, let us study hard, don't lose the family business." Xia Dinghai's tone finally smoothed out.

But Yang and Xia Dingfeng were not fools either, they had already sensed something was wrong, and looked at each other. Xia Dingfeng asked: "It turns out that the second elder brother was there when the eldest brother died, so why don't you bring the eldest brother's body back?"

"I thought, but the bandit turned back and I had to run away."

"Haha, it turned out to be like this." Yang looked at Xia Dinghai without a smile.

Xia Dinghai didn't dare to look at her, and left annoyingly, leaving a sentence: "Start work tomorrow, the third one, get up early."

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It takes two hours to walk from Yangliu Village to Pingning Town. Xia Qianqian had bad feet and walked more slowly. When she got to town, the market was almost gone.

She didn't rush to sell things, but walked around first, and after understanding the price, she put down the seeds next to a fruit seller, and shouted: "Sell seeds and sell seeds, they are cheaper!"

Soon someone asked the price: "Little girl, how do you sell this rapeseed?"

"This bowl of thirty wen is cheaper than the market price. If it weren't for the family to wait for money, I wouldn't be willing to sell it." Xia Qianqian eagerly lobbied.

"Okay, then you can give me five bowls of rapeseed." The seed buyer is also refreshed.

Xia Qianqian said, "I only have two bowls."

The seed buyer was stunned: "Two bowls?"

"Yes, do you buy it?" Xia Qianqian asked eagerly.

Buying seeds and shaking his head: "I have to plant at least five bowls of seeds in my field, no more."

Xia Qianqian looked at the departure of buying seeds with disappointment.

A few more buyers came next, but they all felt that the seed quantity was too small and no deal was made. Xia Qianqian frowned with grief. In fact, it can be understood that the growth rate, yield, and harvest time of different seeds are different, and it is difficult to manage the hybridization of seeds. But she can only get so much!

In the small tea house not far away, the white-clothed son is sitting by the window, his eyes are sparse, rich and elegant. Although he is only seventeen years old, he has already cultivated a domineering attitude, and he can sit down anywhere.

The owner of the teahouse personally served tea to the white-clothed son: "Master Changsheng, your tea."

"Thank you." Gu Changsheng uncovered the tea cup, took a sip and then put it down, calmly looking far away on Xia Qianqian.

Xia Qianqian was still yelling vigorously: "Sell seeds to sell seeds, sell them cheaper!"

It really was her.

Although the appearance has changed, the tone of speech is still the same as before.

A smile appeared on Gu Changsheng's lips.

Xiaosi Qingtong said: "Master, she is the Xia Qianqian from Yangliu Village, who scolds you for being stupid and refuses to marry!"