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

A single sentence of selling can mobilize half of the young and strong in the mansion, how can the other half also lose the violence factor, how can I use Ding Xuewei to say it.

On the afternoon of the third day after the people of Yuanlin Village left, someone came and asked me to resign in the middle of the afternoon.

The yamen not only issued a notice on the movement of all staff, but also lifted the ban on picking up seafood.

In the future, people will not only be able to follow in the footsteps of the Master Book Master, sending the sea goods in their hands to various places in the Linfu for sale, but also freely enter the sea area under the jurisdiction of each county and town to collect sea goods.

What to do to earn money in the first place, what to do to collect more seafood than others, no one needs to be reminded.

Soon, the entire Fucheng Zhili people started to move.

By the fifth day of October, there was not a single laborer in Yuequan Village.

"Look, are we waiting or are we waiting?" The old village chief asked probingly.

It was originally planned to reclaim and plant the fields in early November, but now, not to mention planting, even reclamation is impossible.

The young and strong in the entire Fengcheng Mansion are active, and now they are either young or old, or sick and disabled.

The old village chief thought about it for a few days and decided that it would be best to leave the mansion.

Although Wang Dazhu and others haven't come back yet, the news that the nearby county government is mostly not affected by the disaster has spread.

He felt that the idea of ​​going to Chenhui to find someone was reliable.

"We're going to recruit some around [-], and we'll do it slowly." Ding Xuewei had a different opinion: "At the time when each household is spending money, it's better not to let the fat water go to outsiders' fields."

The old village chief hesitated: "Where is this sweet potato?"

"Take your time, and grow as many as you can." Thinking of the greenhouse, she changed her expression: "When Uncle Wang and the others come back, I will speed up the process of making plastic films. This year, let's not ask for more, but for stability."

The old village head will come to ask her what she means, so he has made a decision to listen to her arrangements.

When Ding Xuewei said that, he nodded accordingly.

"It's still early, there's still time to enter the city, pass the word on, and just sit back and wait for the staff to come to the door."

Having more contact with speculators, the old village head became more active, and he turned around and called the villagers together.

Soon, the men in the village drove out of the village.

After the old village chief left, Ding Xuewei planned to pick sweet potato leaves with old man Ding and the others. Those animals needed a lot of food a day.

Old Yang, who was drinking tea lazily, stopped her, and she just joined the group of idlers.

Her master has a weird temper. Oftentimes, the more anxious you are, the more he will make fun of you.

Ding Xuewei didn't ask any questions, she just looked for some candies and some candied fruit, and just ate and drank with her.

After more than an hour, when she couldn't eat any more, the originally lazy old man's eyes froze, and then he snapped his fingers.

The idea of ​​this kind of operation just came up, and six figures appeared in front of him.

Come, four men and two women.

The man is handsome and tall, and you are beautiful and enchanting.

People with the profession of killer, no matter in novels or film and television dramas, are very special existences.

Anyone with these two words, regardless of gender, is unique.

However, any novel, any film and television drama, the description of people in this industry cannot satisfy the various details that Ding Xuewei can experience when she can see it with the naked eye.

"Yiren, knock on the old gatekeeper."

"Yue Nu, knock on the old head of the sect."

"Lin Xiao, knock on the old door master."

"Goshawk, knock on the old gate master."

"Fei Yu, knock on the old sect master."

"Yunhe, knock on the old door master."

The six humbled themselves to the extreme and kowtowed.

Old Yang still looked lazy.

Eyelids without blinking.

"Just how many of you?"

"Back to the old sect master, among the first ten people in the gate, apart from six of his subordinates, Qianli escaped the catastrophe of the slaughter. At present, Qianli is located near Mo City, so he can't come here for the time being." Yi Ren bowed her head, trying to keep calm, but her slightly undulating voice still betrayed her nervousness.

"Take out the token." Elder Yang was noncommittal.

Ding Xuewei was in high spirits.

"This?" She took out the token, a little suspicious of knowingly asking.

Old Yang raised his eyebrows, showing a little interest: "Go."

He didn't speak clearly, and the six people who bowed their heads and waited for the order subconsciously nodded and raised their eyelids.

"Got it."

Ding Xuewei jumped up suddenly, and approached the six people in two or three steps.

"What does this represent, don't I need to say more?"

She flashed the token in front of the six people, and then squatted among the six people in a squatting position.

Ding Xuewei didn't know what kind of shock her bright smile brought to the six people, let alone how much awe she felt for the token in her hand.

What she saw was a neat picture of six people kowtowing in fear.

"Yiren, knock on the head of the sect."

"Yue Nu, knock on the head of the sect."

"Lin Xiao, knock on the head of the door."

"Goshawk, knock on the gate master."

"Fei Yu, knock on the sect master."

"Yunhe, knock on the head of the sect."

"..."

Ding Xuewei was silent.

The corner of his mouth couldn't help twitching a few times.

If the six of them raised their heads, they would definitely be attracted by the complicated expression on her face.

···Suddenly understood Ah Zi.

···Suddenly felt that the old fairy Xingxiu's preferences were very sincere.

This feeling is not only good, but also very contagious.

This neat salute gave people a sense of pride for no reason, and made them feel lost.

"Hi, everyone." Ding Xuewei held back the corners of her mouth that could not be suppressed, and couldn't hold back her emotions.

"Hello door master."

The six people spoke in unison again.

Obviously, the prostrate figure got closer to the ground.

Ding Xuewei didn't understand the source of their fear of her as the new head of the sect, but she understood that in the original text, Pandi obeyed the orders of the sect.

If Fang Heng, who is number one, and Pan Di, who is in the same rank as Fang Heng, would not dare to betray Yan Luomen, let alone the other people in the top ten miles.

There was no need to exchange feelings, and she didn't show any affinity. After saying hello, she asked directly.

"Can the various strongholds operate normally?"

"Return to the door master, all the bases are operating normally." Yi Ren once again acted as a representative.

Ding Xuewei was silent for a moment: "There are rules."

"Back to the door master, there are a total of 130 seven door rules..." Yi Ren recited all the door rules one by one.

These dogmas that regulate and restrain the people in the door are not only harsh, but also excessive.

Infecting a life, the individual gets only one-tenth of the money. Once betrayed, not only will he be attacked by the whole family, but his family will also be wiped out by the whole family.

The disciples of Yan Luomen who have a vague impression of family may not care much about family, but they don't often have the determination to face the sword of the whole family.

"Change No. 12, complete the task for one person, and the commission will be halved."

"No. 20, the traitors will attack all the members... Distribute the family information to individuals, and anyone who wants to quit the sect will not be forced to stay."

In Ding Xuewei's view, the family whose child was abducted is already unfortunate enough, and it would be wronged if there is another connection. There is no need for disciples who don't want to continue this kind of knife-edge life, or want to break into their own fields.

One after another, she changed several school rules, and the original dogma that was extremely unfavorable to the disciples turned sharply, and became friendly and sincere.

"I don't intend to continue with the previous business. I will do my best for you. If you don't want to follow me, just leave." Supporting her knees, Ding Xuewei stood up: "Think carefully, think about it, and then inform me. As for these door rules, it is your last task in the door."

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