Splendid peasant girl

Chapter 643 Autumn Harvest
Shen Qiqiao sent the roasted sweet potatoes to Wang Zhihuan, and he was full of praise after tasting them, and then heard Shen Qiqiao talk about snow disasters, droughts, locust plagues and other disasters, and these sweet potatoes can effectively prevent them.

With a preventive attitude, Wang Zhihuan agreed to help Shen Qiqiao promote sweet potatoes without saying a word.

Wang Zhihuan is Lizheng and highly respected. Many people in the village listened to him. When he said that sweet potatoes have many benefits, although the big guys were a little worried about the yield, most of them chose to set aside an acre of land to plant them.

Wang Zhihuan distributed the land deeds obtained from Qianjia Village according to the proportion of the damaged farmers at that time. Some one mu of land was given to two families, and when the rent was collected, the money would be divided in half.

The villagers benefited, and they supported Wang Zhihuan and Shen Qiqiao's family even more.

"Tch, what's the big deal, they're all a bunch of sycophants, and they know how to follow others to eat farts all day long!"

"That's right, all the shameless bastards are enshrined as gods. The people in this village are really hopeless!"

At the corner of the river, Mrs. Zhang and Mrs. Zheng felt very uncomfortable when they saw the happy villagers in the distance.

Because the grievances between them and Shen Qiqiao were too deep, the small tea village benefited, and the two of them couldn't get along at all, so they were very annoyed.

Especially the Zhang family, who wanted to sell a girl for money, but Shen Qiqiao stepped in and abducted the girl, and now they live in their house, but they don't even recognize her as a mother!
This thing has been bothering her, very uncomfortable.

It happened that there was no one by the river at this time, so the two cursed Shen Qiqiao.

only……

"Ouch!"

"thump!"

There was a splash of water on the surface of the water, Zhang was talking happily, but suddenly she was kicked hard on her buttocks, she was more protruding out of the river, this kick, her chubby person completely fell Fell into the river.

"Shen Qiqiao, you little..."

Zheng Shi was startled, she caught a glimpse of Shen Qiqiao's kick from the corner of her eye, and immediately screamed, but just as she shouted, Shen Qiqiao kicked again.

"Ouch!"

"boom!"

Zheng also kicked into the river tragically.

"Idiot, let you talk about me behind my back!"

After Shen Qiqiao kicked her into the river, she didn't feel responsible at all, she just patted her hands and walked away.

In the river, Mrs. Zheng and Mrs. Zhang struggled for a while before they came up. They spat out the river water in their mouths and stared at Shen Qiqiao resentfully.

"Little bitch, it's best not to fall into our hands, or you must look good, hum!"

……

In the blink of an eye, it was the autumn harvest season, and the villagers of Xiaocha Village got up early one by one to go to work in the fields.

This year there is a task, that is, every household should set aside one-third of an acre of land to grow wild sweet potatoes growing in the deep mountains, a kind of tuber-like flour food that girls from the Shen family like to call sweet potatoes.

If this kind of plant is sold by ordinary people, no one will pay attention to it.

But because the people who sold it were Wang Zhihuan and Shen Qiqiao, everyone looked at the Buddha's face even if they didn't look at the monk's face. Although some villagers were a little bit reluctant, they still planted.

Aunt Chen's family was the most active. The family had five acres of land, and took out three acres of land to grow sweet potatoes, which gave Shen Qiqiao enough face.

In fact, Shen Qiqiao's promotion of this sweet potato is just in case. It would be good for each family to plant an acre of land, and there are not many requirements. Aunt Chen is so enthusiastic, she is flattered.

The Autumn Harvest guys are very busy, obviously there will be a long period of time, but in the blink of an eye, it has passed, and the annual Mid-Autumn Festival is ushered in.

(End of this chapter)