Lingquan, a peasant girl: the bully in the whole family is just me

Chapter 68 Ghost Stories Are Not Like That
"What do you mean?"

No matter how it sounds, it is unreliable.

Yan Yuanhao smiled coldly, making people feel that it cannot be ignored.

"It's as if two groups of people contributed [-] catties of grain together, one group contributed [-] catties of grain, and [-] people ate it, and the other group contributed only [-] catties, but there were only [-] people. Food, two groups of people eat together, it seems that the former contributes more food, but in fact the latter suffers more."

The example is very simple, and everyone will understand it as soon as they hear it.

In terms of land, the money of the year can buy more land, and in terms of the number of bridge crossings, the people in Tangjia Village are far less than those in Yangjia Village, so Tangjia Village will be at a disadvantage no matter how to refund 20 taels of silver.

Tang Qi was enlightened when he heard that - it's still possible to settle accounts like this!
The people in Yangjia Village held their breath, wasted the busy farming time and didn't take advantage of it. Instead, they spit out 20 taels of silver and a mountain top, which made people want to die.

The grain harvest is poor, and the fruits and wild vegetables on the mountain are good. It would be even better if there is some game.

If he agreed to the conditions of the magistrate from the beginning, at least there would be no need for an extra hill.

If you don't envy Tangjia Village's food at the beginning, you don't have to give 20 taels of silver.

"I just said, the Yao family doesn't have any good things!" Yang Yuming only felt that his whole face had been completely lost.

The person he despises not only looks good-looking now, but also has a son who can enter the eyes of the county grandpa, who is simply blinded by God!
"What are you talking about?" Yao Xiangbei rolled up his sleeves, no matter how he bullied his daughter, he would get beaten a few more times.

The reason why he didn't ask for a tael of silver back last time was because he beat the guy half to death and didn't get enough air out, which made him think he was going to get into a life lawsuit, so the two parties signed a settlement agreement.

I didn't expect him to be healed in more than three months, obviously the beating was not enough.

"Father, why should we care about such a person?" Yao Lan grabbed her father with one hand.

His eyes signaled that the magistrate of the county is still standing here, and he did it rashly. Did he feel that the second brother's exile path was too lonely?

Yao Xiangbei let out a cold snort, like a big rooster that had won the battle, he took his son, daughter and son-in-law home in a high spirited manner.

After all, Tangjia Village won today.

Tang Qi also knew that the bullock cart would not pass through today, and if it could pass, it would not come back, so it was better to go back to the village.

As Li Zheng, he naturally had to know how to behave, so Tang Qi graciously invited the county magistrate to drink tea in his village.

"Tang Qi, as poor as your village is, do you have tea?" Yang Quan also wanted to build a good relationship with the county magistrate, and sarcastically.

Tea is precious, and everyone can't even bear to eat white rice. It's true that no one has tea.

"Why is there no tea? We have scented tea at home." Yao Sanshun came to help, and there was no chance of fighting, and it was the same for the village to fight for face with his mouth. "Master, please come to our house for tea."

Zhou Min immediately said: "Okay."

Yao Sanshun froze, so he just spoke politely.

Only.

Both Rizhengs were also stunned.

Yang Quan secretly expected that the magistrate would find a reason to clean up the Yao family.

Tang Qi secretly prayed that the Yao family's thugs must not offend the county magistrate.

It was too far to walk along the village's avenue, and it was closer to walk along the river, so people from Tangjia Village accompanied the county magistrate along the river, and Lizheng and Yao Xiangbei naturally had to get close to the county magistrate during the process.

Zhou Min held the airs of the county magistrate and talked to the common people, "This year's severe drought, will Tangjia Village have a poor harvest?"

Even if Tang Qi wanted to claim credit, he couldn't foolishly talk about a good harvest. Now that the new king is coming, what he is most afraid of is tax increases. He said restrainedly: "Thank you for your blessings, the difference is not much different from previous years."

"It's not much different from previous years?" Zhou Min doubted in his heart, he just came from Yangjia Village, where the income was reduced by [-]% to [-]% this year. "There was no rain in March this year. How can the food in Tangjia Village be the same as in previous years?"

"People in Tangjia Village are so industrious that they go to the river to carry water for irrigation day and night?"

"That's not true." Tang Qi pointed to the water driveway that was still spinning in the distance: "Although it hasn't rained, the river is still full of water. There are water trucks to irrigate, so it's not far behind."

"Water wheel?" Zhou Min heard of it for the first time.

"Yes, that is."

In the distance, I saw a round bamboo ring standing beside the water, spinning continuously to bring the water up.

"That's something that Mr. Yan wanted to teach everyone to make. It's a good thing." Tang Qi didn't expect that the county magistrate had never heard of the waterwheel, and he was a little proud to say it.

Yao Xiangbei came up with it?
Even if he thought it up, would he be so kind?
Full of doubts, Zhou Min looked for someone, hoping to find an answer.

It didn't take long to find him, and at some point, he didn't walk with the others, but was carried by Yao Lan.

"You..." If there were not so many people, Zhou Min would have rushed up to touch his face to see if he was being impersonated.

The eldest son of the Yan family was carried away by a village girl, and that's not how ghost stories are told.

Especially with that smug face, and considerately wiping the fat girl's sweat, this scene is a nightmare, right?
"Young Master Yan just walked on the ground recently, and his legs are still not sharp." Qin Zhihuan took the initiative to explain to his benefactor.

Is it a bad leg problem?

If he really said Xiang Bei, even if his legs were really broken and he was crawling, he wouldn't let a woman carry him on his back.

Zhou Min secretly pinched his finger, it hurt, it was not a nightmare.

Soon he walked to the front of the waterwheel. Even though he was young and mature, and he claimed to have read thousands of books, he had never seen such a thing.

"You came up with this?" Zhou Min had never felt that apart from his birth, he was inferior to Yan Xiangbei in any way. At this moment, he had to admit that the gap was not a little bit.

Yan Yuanhao remained silent, neither admitting nor denying.

This is indeed what I thought, but the prototype is not.

"Since you can create such an artifact, why didn't you report it to the court?" Zhou Min blamed excitedly.

If it is promoted earlier, the drought in Nanyang County will definitely be greatly reduced.

Yan Yuanhao just thought it was funny, and said sarcastically: "A mere grassroots, how do you think I should report to the imperial court?"

How does an exile, a bought son-in-law, report to the court?

Zhou Min didn't believe that if he really wanted to have a connection, but if he reported to the imperial court, according to the character of the current emperor, after all, he would kill all the people related to him.

"You can tell me." Zhou Min still felt unwilling, even if he was unwilling, he used "I" instead of "my official".

Yan Yuanhao looked at him coldly, with even more sarcasm in his eyes, "Caomin just saw the golden body of the magistrate today."

Zhou Min blushed.

Li was busy defending the Yao family: "People in the Niu family village have seen this thing before, and they also have it."

Yao Xiangbei said, "Shenjiacun and Lizhuang also have them."

Old man Shen met him when he came to sell medicine. Yao Xiangbei asked his son-in-law to draw simple drawings for him, and the medicine price was [-]% cheaper.

The first waterwheel was made by Li Yang, a carpenter. After leaving that day, he came to see what he had made within two days. Knowing the purpose, he would naturally benefit the village.

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(End of this chapter)