Start of the famine: Take the crazy batch of sisters to farm and make a fortune

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How happy Wanxin Wanyi is. Ding Xuewei's siblings didn't think about it, and Ding Xuewei no longer cared about what the world looked like in the eyes of Ding's second child.

Moon Spring is on the side of the road, and there are tens of hundreds of people resting by the spring every day. She wants to know more, and just spend some time asking.

"Pandi, did your master say when he will be back?" Ding Xuewei asked suddenly before falling asleep.

Pandi, who was about to fall into a coma, forcibly pulled back to consciousness, struggled for a few minutes, and said sleepily, "No."

"...Before, I asked the senior brother, and the senior brother said that he will be back soon." After vomiting vaguely, the person fell into black sweetness directly.

Ding Xuewei heard that the tone of the voice was not right, and carefully identified it, and found that the breathing of the two cubs was very long and even.

All asleep!
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Get used to getting up early, even if you went to bed late the night before, your biological clock will remind you on time the next day.

Sleepy for about ten minutes, the three sisters got up one after another.

Suddenly thought of something, Pandi turned her head: "Eldest sister, why are you asking my master?"

"Ask Uncle Jin?" Laidi was inexplicable, and she didn't hear what Ding Xuewei said before going to bed.

The middle hall is facing the gate, and the daughter-in-law and children of Ding's family in the yard can see it at a glance.

Seeing that she had an opinion, Ding Laowu raised his chin and nodded at Qiao's house.

"The business at Chen Hui's side is hard to come by now, and Boss He's manpower is limited. Taking advantage of the fact that Qingyun Mansion can still receive some seafood, your second uncle and the others decided to go to Qingyun Mansion a few times. Yes, he needs a guide to enter the city." Old man Ding waited for an answer.

"Afterwards, the uncles will go to Qingyun Mansion. The products there are also different from ours. It will be convenient to come and go at that time. If you see a suitable second uncle, I will send it back to you."

"If the caravan will disband in the future, it's no big deal to go to Qingyun Mansion, but if you want to continue the business in the future, I suggest doing something more impressive."

"In this way, I'm afraid it will disgust the grain merchants even more." Ding Laowu felt that cutting off people's wealth would harm himself and harm others.

"During this period of time, you have attracted too much attention. Although you have lowered some food prices in the government, it is undeniable that you have earned a lot from it."

Citrus, jujube, loquat, lychee, longan, and plantain are all local species in Chenhui. It is not unknown in Fengcheng Mansion, but there are very few of them planted.

Ding Xue stared at him for a few seconds, then sighed inwardly, "In the eyes of evil businessmen, hard work is fat, and I don't think there are many people who can ask for money or die, and earn money for hard work in front of the big men sent by Beijing. "

His mother's greed, his wife's selfishness, and his younger siblings' viciousness had long been discovered by him, but he couldn't imagine the process of creating his father's current attitude.

After sitting upright, his eyes wandered around the courtyard, and then old man Ding pointed at Ding Xuewei.

Looking from Ding Laoer who looked dignified to Ding Laowu's face, Ding Xuewei calmly said, "So, we need the consent of the adults in the government office, just like at that time."

Ding Xuewei glanced at him, and then turned to Ding Laoer: "For example, help the hard-working laborers to collect some cheap seafood."

While Ding Xuewei heard some surprises, she was also curious about their future arrangements: "Second Uncle, are you going to develop in Qingyun?"

"This melon is very fruitful and has a long storage time. People in the mountainous area north of Chenhui like to grow it very much. And this water chestnut likes water and tastes fresh and sweet. The yield of mother and son taro is more than our big taro. As for lily, rich and noble people Girls like to use it to make sweet soup." Explained one by one to Ding Laoer who came over.

Old man Ding didn't say much about the family situation, but the main things were also in decline. Knowing that their siblings had a lot of land, Ding's second son went to sleep with a silly smile. He was very happy to see the children, and his inner thoughts were even more determined.

"Let's talk later." Ding Xuewei didn't want to repeat to Anping: "Hurry up."

Ding Xuewei, Ding Laotou and others really didn't want to provoke these women, and avoided them as much as they could. In Ding Laoer's view, Li's dissatisfied eyes, his wife's mournful expression, and his younger siblings' resentful expressions were all full of stories.

"Xuewei, come and see."

As for chayote, water chestnuts, taro, and lilies, few people in Fengcheng Prefecture know about them.

Compared with Ding Laoer, old man Ding knew Ding Xuewei better. In just a few words, he not only explained the purpose of Ding Laoer's return, but also asked her opinion.

When Ding Laowu came, he just heard what Ding said, and his eyes fell on Ding Xuewei.

The youngest of the Ding family didn't get up much later than them, and the whole family was cleaning up when the siblings came in.

"Go to your grandpa Joe's house and talk."

He didn't want them to hear anything, and showed their different opinions.

"This is a pear tree, this is a cherry, a persimmon, a plum..." After several saplings sent by Chen Yutian Zhuang, Ding Xuewei finally heard the difference: "This is an orange, this is a tangerine, and this is a jujube." ,this is···"

"Go ahead."

After dinner, the four siblings went to Qiao's house.

The reason why the business was so smooth at that time was because of the strong support of the government. Now, if you want to sell this well, you must have the backing of the government. Only after passing the government can you avoid being caught for making money.

Lowering his head, ignoring the gazes of the women, he followed the footsteps of the people heading towards the hall of Qiao's house.

Ding Laoer not only didn't want to attack Ding Xuewei's unrealistic thoughts, but also expressed his approval.

Ding Xuewei didn't want to delay the time for Ding's second son to enter the city, and he didn't beat around the bush at all: "I think you almost have to find a way out for yourself!"

"In today's environment, a few pennies cheaper is a good thing for everyone, but in retrospect, such a high food price would make people resentful. You are treated the same as evil businessmen who make a fortune."

Seeing his siblings, old man Ding shouted cheerfully. When his siblings followed him to the corner, he tore open the straw curtain covering the roots of various saplings.

"For example?" Old man Ding asked directly without wasting a moment.

"There are grain merchants staring at the fat meat of labor." Ding Laowu said anxiously.

Ding Xuewei did not answer blindly, but thought for a long time in silence.

They were all curious about the saplings that Ding Laoer brought them. The breakfast was not only simple but also quick to eat. Knowing that the Ding family had returned, they wanted Ding Xuewei to let the children go with him earlier. The Bai Qiu couple directly canceled the trip to the dense forest .

"You mean, the grain merchants who go to labor are forced to do so?" Ding Laowu raised his eyebrows.

Ding Xuewei didn't continue, but just looked at him with affirmative eyes.

Ding Laowu originally disapproved of her idea, but when she looked at her confidently, he was immediately shaken: "Mr. Chen told you about the matter?"

"He mentioned that the government wants to stabilize food prices after autumn." Ding Xuewei didn't think there was a need to lie: "People use cheap, nutritious seafood as staple food instead of vegetables, which can continue to slow down As the price of grain in the government rises, the grain merchants are not forced to do hard labor, and the grain merchants in their hands can store it for a longer period of time."

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