The pretty widow is addicted to money, and the little wolfdog asks for a hug

Gu Qinghuai thought for a moment and said, "Let's buy ten acres first. Here are twenty taels of silver. Uncle He, keep it."

Anyway, in ancient times, residential land was privately owned, and as long as you had money, you could buy as much land as you wanted.

This adobe house could be built bigger so it can be used as a soap workshop or a school in the future.

When I make a lot of money, I will build a five-courtyard house with black tiles and green bricks at the foot of the mountain.

Luo, who was feeding chickens nearby, looked over in surprise when he heard this.

He Lizheng was also a little surprised, "Huai girl, do you really want to build your house that big?"

Gu Qinghuai nodded. "My elder brother and younger brother will get married in the future. I also want to bring my grandmother and uncle over to take care of them in their old age. There are more and more people in my family, and I also want them to live in a spacious and comfortable place, so I just want to build more rooms."

"Huai girl, don't show off your wealth. Once you build this house, I'm afraid many people will get jealous," He Lizheng kindly reminded in a low voice.

Gu Qinghuai chuckled, "Thank you Uncle He for your concern. I didn't show off or flaunt on purpose. I just did whatever was needed. As for what others think, I don't care. How frustrating it would be to live my life based on others' opinions. If someone does something bad out of jealousy, I have plenty of ways to deal with them!"

She can't hide her problems just because of other people's conjunctivitis and live in frustration, not being able to do this or that. Can those villains who like to cause conjunctivitis still control her life?

Who gave them the face?!

He Lizheng nodded: "Yeah, that's true. OK, I'll take someone to measure the land for you and get the deed done as soon as possible. The wood ash you mentioned is one penny for five catties, right?"

"Yes, one cent for five pounds, and the wood ash must be clean and pure, without any other impurities, especially dust, otherwise I won't accept it. If I find someone with bad intentions and doing something shameful, I will never buy anything from him again, and I will never give him any chance in the future," Gu Qinghuai emphasized again.

"Don't worry, Uncle He will make your words clear to them," He Lizheng could hardly hide the smile on his face, "That dry pine needle is eight pounds for one penny, right?"

Gu Qinghuai nodded: "Yes, eight pounds of dry pine needles for one cent."

Pine needles contain 3.39% potassium carbonate, and the wood ash made from them is more cost-effective.

Gu Qinghuai originally wanted to purchase pine needle ash directly, but after burning it into ashes, who could still tell whether it was pine needle ash?

The statement that “I would recognize you even if you turned into ashes” is pure bragging.

So it is best to buy pine needles and burn them yourself when you get home.

"Okay, uncle will help you notify the villagers. I will make sure to say the ugly things in advance," He Lizheng showed his joy.

Every household has wood ash in their stove, and both the elderly and children can burn the ash. It does not take up the main labor force of the family, but provides an additional source of income for the family.

He Lizheng knew that burning wood ash was not difficult, and there was no need for Huai Yatou to share this work with the villagers. She just wanted to help everyone.

Tuniu Village is the smallest and poorest village in Zhuting Town. It is often bullied by several large villages nearby. He Lizheng also hopes that Tuniu Village will gradually become stronger, so that at least fewer people will starve to death or freeze to death every year, and every household can have half a full meal.

He Lizheng acted decisively and quickly informed the entire village, except for those families who had grudges against Gu Laosi's family.

How is it possible to bully others and make money from them at the same time? !

Upon hearing the news, most people in the village were very happy. They immediately called back the children who were running around in their homes and asked them to burn wood ash in their own yards or go to the mountains to collect pine needles and hay.

Of course, there are also some people who make sarcastic remarks.

The village widow said sarcastically, "Gu Qinghuai is such a swindler. He only gives one penny for five pounds of wood ash. How much hay do you have to burn to make five pounds? It's exhausting to earn a few pennies."

"Isn't it? All the money earned by Old Fourth Gu's family is dirty!" Ma Youqin's sister-in-law, Chen Ersao, said with a pout.

Aunt Gunzi, who was collecting pine needles nearby, saw the two women stuffing pine needles into their baskets quickly while complaining that Gu Qinghuai was a profiteer. She couldn't help but snorted coldly and said, "If Xiaohuai didn't buy the wood ash, you wouldn't even have this little income. If you think it's not worth it, you don't have to sell it to him. No one is holding a knife to your neck, forcing you to sell it."

When Widow Zhuang saw that the person who was speaking was Aunt Gunzi, she was shocked.

Uncle Gunzi is making adobe bricks at Gu Laosi's house. What if he goes to Gu Qinghuai to complain and Gu Qinghuai refuses to accept his wood ash and dry pine needles?

She said bad things about Gu Qinghuai only because some people in the village kept comparing her with Gu Qinghuai.

They said that although they were both widows, Gu Qinghuai was prettier, more powerful, more capable, and cleaner than her.

There were no wild men in front of Gu Qinghuai's door, but the men in her room had trampled the door threshold and worn the bed boards thin.

She was so angry that she couldn't help but complain.

Her husband had been dead for three or four years, and she was raising three children by herself. The oldest was eleven years old, and the youngest was only five years old.

She has to endure the bullying from her mother-in-law and sisters-in-law all the time. Is it easy for her?

If she doesn't give those men some benefits, who will help her with work, who will give her a hand?

Moreover, even if she wanted to remain faithful, those men climbed over the wall in the middle of the night and forced themselves on her. How could a weak woman like her resist? Where could she go to appeal if she was bullied? Who would believe her?

There is a lot of trouble at the widow's door.

Even if she just stood there and did nothing, people would still say she was slutty and that she was seducing men.

Later, she figured it out. Instead of doing nothing and getting into trouble, it would be better to just make it a fact and get some benefits.

How much is dignity worth? Staying alive is the most important thing.

Widow Zhuang immediately smiled and said, "Aunt Gunzi, we are just talking casually. To be honest, it's all because of our poverty. Who doesn't want to earn a few cents more?"

"Yes, yes, we were just nagging for a moment," Chen Ersao also quickly agreed.

If she lost her job because of her gossiping, her husband would beat her to death.

Aunt Gunzi rolled her eyes at them and said, "When someone does you a favor, you should be grateful. Besides, Xiao Huai didn't force you to sell yourself. It was a voluntary decision for both parties."

"Aunt Gunzi is right, we just lost our minds for a moment," said Widow Zhuang in a soft voice.

She also knew that it was not easy to make a penny in this world. Now that she had a way to make money right at her doorstep, she was actually quite excited.

Aunt Gunzi knew that these two people were just gossiping and didn't have bad intentions, so she didn't say anything else.

Chen Ersao glanced at Aunt Gunzi, leaned close to her, and whispered, "Sister-in-law, do you know what Gu Qinghuai and the others are going to do with the wood ash they bought?"

"How should I know? It's enough to make money, why do you care what others do?" Aunt Roller said unhappily.

Chen Ersao chuckled, "I... I'm just curious, right?"