After the vicious adoptive mother gave up, the scumbag children regretted it

Just when Shen Huai'en was tense and wanted to hide, he saw Ye Xiao's calm expression and felt a little confused. Didn't he recognize him?

The carriage stopped and Night Owl got off. "Who is the manager of your village?"

Shen Huai'en stood up: "Yes, I am. If you have anything to ask, just come to me."

Night Owl opened his folding fan with a swipe, and the aura of a rich dandy made Shen Huai'en speechless. He said, "It's autumn now, and you're fanning yourself. Are you crazy?"

Night Owl: "..."

He felt awkward. He saw those young men always fanning themselves with fans in their hands, so he never thought about whether they were cold or not.

"I am happy to do business. Can you do business? I will give you money."

Shen Huai'en sat down again. His nonchalant attitude made Ye Xiao want to beat him up: "Are you the village chief or not? Don't you want to make money?"

Shen Huai'en: "In our village, we make money standing up, depending on our mood. If you have this attitude, go back to where you came from."

Anyway, there is no problem selling the grain in the village. When the prefect comes back, it will attract more people. Even the villagers in nearby villages can buy seeds and digest them all. It is not time to sell them in large quantities to grain merchants yet.

So Shen Nanzhi taught the villagers to stand up straight. Now it is others who are begging to buy our food, instead of us begging them.

Therefore, Night Owl's trick doesn't work.

Night Owl closed the fan and put on a serious face: "Don't be angry, big brother. I was presumptuous. I'll apologize to you, okay?"

Shen Huai'en glanced at him sideways, and his indifferent look made Ye Xiao's heart tighten. Could this person be an ordinary villager?

He was holding a book in his hand, which made Ye Xiao even more suspicious of this man's identity. Which villager would read such a profound book?

Could it be a hidden master?

Thinking of this, Ye Xiao became much more humble, took out his purse and stuffed it into his hand. The more courtesy, the less blame. Shen Huai'en's expression softened a little, "There are many people waiting to buy food from our village, so we don't need your family.

If you are sincere in buying, I won't make it difficult for you. They are all the same price, 50 cents per pound for sweet potatoes and 80 cents for corn. How much do you want?"

"So expensive? Are you guys robbing me?"

Shen Huai'en: "You don't have to buy it. No one is begging you to buy it. There are many people waiting to buy it. They are all taking it back as seeds. They are willing to buy it no matter how expensive it is.

You don't look like a businessman. You just took over the family business, right? Let your boss come to negotiate. You are not capable of it."

Night Owl was despised. It was the first time someone said he was incompetent.

Night Owl suppressed his anger and said, "I'll buy it, but I have to see what it is. I can't just buy a bunch of garbage."

"Yes, I should."

Shen Huai'en took them to Shen Qingshan's house, then left them alone, went home with his hands behind his back, and waited for Shen Nanzhi to come back.

There were many villagers waiting at the village chief's house, all of them coming to buy seeds. The village chief's wife was responsible for entertaining them and telling them how to plant them. The yard was full of joy, and when Night Owl came in, he felt out of place.

He learned the skills of a killer and has never learned anything about farming.

"Hey little bro, where are you from? Do you want to buy some seeds, too? How much do you want?"

Qingshan's wife saw that he was good-looking and greeted him first. Yexiao responded by saying, "I'm not sure yet. I'll take a look first. My family has a big business, and my father asked me to gain some experience."

"Oh, you are a young master from a wealthy family. Would you be interested in our grain?"

"My family also has a grain business, how can you not be interested? Auntie, you go about your business, I will listen to you guys chatting, there is no need to worry."

"That's fine. Have lunch at home and try our food. If you like it, you can buy more."

"it is good."

It’s the procedure in the village that when you provide a meal, you have to let people taste it.

Seeing that it was still early, Night Owl went for a walk in the village, but unfortunately he found nothing. There were only bare fields. Many people were digging in the fields with baskets. They were digging very seriously. If you didn't know, you would think they were digging for treasure.

These are the leftover sweet potatoes and small potatoes. The villagers are not interested in such small ones, but people from other villages do. They dig them every day. If they are lucky, they can get dozens of kilograms of sweet potatoes, which are enough to eat for a few days.

It’s a pity that it’s too small to be used as seeds, otherwise I could save a lot of money.

For some reason, Night Owl quite liked this kind of village. For the first time, he felt the unique fragrance of the land, which made him feel calm.

For lunch, we had sweet potato and multi-grain rice, fried shredded potatoes, and stewed potatoes with large bones. The two dishes, one meat and one vegetable, were enough to satisfy everyone.

Ye Xiao and his subordinates also ate with relish from their bowls. As killers they had experienced much more hardships and they were quite satisfied to eat such delicious food.

At this time, the Night Owl didn't know that someone was watching him from behind. He was only focused on eating. He thought that if he brought this food back, his master would be interested in it, so it would be worth the trip.

……

At this time, Shen Nanzhi was in Mr. Yuan's house. He was almost kicked out, but he refused to leave: "Sir, if you have something to say, please talk to me nicely. How can you chase me away?"

“If I didn’t chase you away, you would have sold me out. You are so amazing that you brought me to a remote place to open an academy.

Who should I teach? The monkeys in the mountains?

"You are really amazing, there is nothing you cannot teach."

Mr. Yuan was so angry that he laughed. He took out his cane and wanted to beat the man: "I will beat you into a monkey first!"

Shen Nanzhi didn't dodge, and of course the crutch didn't fall. Shen Nanzhi didn't understand where his preference for her came from, and she was quite touched. After all, the gentleman was reluctant to hurt himself.

"Sir, calm down and listen to me. If you still think it's not okay after I finish, I'll leave immediately."

"Tell me, I want to hear what you can say."

Shen Nanzhi took out a map, which was the future plan of the village, and unfolded it to introduce it to him: "This is the ancestral hall. A street is built around the ancestral hall, and then there are academies, inns, restaurants and other shops..."

Mr. Yuan held his breath, a little shocked: "Your plan is very good, but where are the people? Do you think it's a county town? Are there so many wealthy gentry living here?"

"So you need to attract people. Your college is a gimmick. Students don't have to worry. I believe in your reputation.

Then there are the specialties of our village, which will attract many tourists and will be even more lively than the county town in the future.

If we can choose golden wine as a tribute, the village will become famous and we won’t have to worry about no one coming.”

Yuan Lao's eyes flickered: "You want to pay tribute with golden wine?"

"Is it not possible? Isn't it said that good things should be presented to the emperor first? The prefect is going to do this, but I don't know if he can do it."

"It should work."

Mr. Yuan would help her with whatever she wanted. If Mr. Yuan thought about her plan carefully, he thought it might actually work.

"You are a girl who only cares about business and money."

Shen Nanzhi chuckled: "To live, one must first be well fed and clothed before talking about etiquette and doctrine. The sage once said that one can learn etiquette only when one has enough food and clothing. Without food and clothing, how can one educate the world? How can the world prosper?"

Old Yuan had a distant look in his eyes and a burning heart. Maybe it would really be possible to realize a prosperous era where everyone had enough food to eat and everyone had new clothes to wear?