On the wedding day, I was broken off, so I remarried his uncle

Because the county magistrate's wife was a female relative, it was not convenient for the Song clan leader to go forward, so the responsibility of entertaining the county magistrate's wife fell on Song Xile.

Song Xile took the county magistrate's wife straight to see the pumpkins.

Under the fence that stretched as far as the eye could see, there were huge fruits hanging. Looking at the scene in front of him, Li felt his heart burning with joy.

If pumpkin seeds can be promoted, the people of Nanyun County will have no worries about making a living.

She excitedly held Song Xile's hand and asked expectantly, "Can you sell these seeds to the county government?"

Song Xile said, "Madam, I know your intention, but I think that instead of reselling it once, it would be better for the county government to make connections and invite the village heads and clan leaders who are interested in the area to come and visit."

"Once they see the high yield of pumpkins with their own eyes, I think there will be no need to persuade them at all. They will beg to buy them and plant them!"

Li thought about it and it was indeed true. There was also another important point. The county government could not afford to spend too much money to purchase so many pumpkins.

If they only acted as mediators, the goal could be achieved and the county government would not have to pay a huge price.

After weighing Song Xile's suggestion in her mind, Li felt that this method was feasible, but she still had some concerns.

She thought for a moment and said, "I just don't know if this pumpkin is expensive. If the price is too high, I'm worried that people can't afford it."

Song Xile had already made a plan for this matter. She said calmly:

"First of all, I want to explain to you, Madam. Of the pumpkins you see now, only half belong to my family. The rest belong to the uncles in the village."

"Their lives are not easy. I cannot promise to sell the pumpkins at a low price on their behalf. I hope Madam can understand this!"

Li glanced at the endless pumpkin garden and felt a little regretful, but also expressed understanding.

Seeing that she had no objection, Song Xile continued, "As for my part, I will sell pumpkins and pumpkin seeds separately, and the price will be absolutely low, ensuring that those who want to plant can afford the seeds!"

"In addition, I can also give some seeds to some families with only widows and orphans for free, but the condition is that these situations must be true. At that time, I will ask the county government and the village heads to help coordinate!"

After listening to Song Xile's narration, Li agreed with this proposal even more!

In this way, the county government only needs to provide some manpower to support it and will not need to invest anything else.

It can be said that in the entire Nanyun County, there is no other person like Song Xile who supports their disaster relief efforts so much.

After listening to Song Xile's advice, Li couldn't wait any longer and she needed to go back quickly to tell her husband about it.

Before leaving, Song Xile picked two big pumpkins from the vegetable garden in his backyard and gave them to the county magistrate's wife.

After sending the people away, Song Xile finally had the opportunity to talk to Old Song and the head of the Song clan about the conversation he had just had with the county magistrate's wife.

The Song clan leader saw that the county magistrate's wife came for the pumpkins, and he asked with some concern: "Will the county government force us to buy the pumpkins?"

"Don't worry, Grandpa. The county magistrate is a cautious person. He wouldn't dare to do this!"

Then she recounted the conversation she had just had with the county magistrate's wife.

"Once the news of our high-yield pumpkins spreads, there will surely be many people who want to buy these high-yield seeds. I won't sell the seeds in my hands to those people! Uncles, feel free to name your prices to those people then."

After hearing what Song Xile said, Patriarch Song was shocked and ashamed, "This...isn't this sacrificing your interests!"

Song Xile smiled and said, "Grandpa, please don't say that. These fields were originally allocated to my family by the county magistrate. Now my family is able to support the county magistrate's work, so we should do our best!"

Chieftain Song naturally understood the principle of sharing weal and woe, but with so much grain to sell at a low price, it was all for the people of Nanyun County to survive the disaster. Chieftain Song was deeply moved.

He immediately said that he would discuss this matter with the villagers, "Girl, I'm afraid that the seeds you have alone are not enough for the entire Nanyun County to plant. I will discuss it with everyone and ask everyone to contribute."

Song Xile quickly stopped him, "Grandpa, you don't have to worry about the seeds. There will definitely be enough for distribution."

"My family got a lot of pumpkins to begin with, so even if they're sold at a low price this season, our life won't be affected."

"But the uncles and aunts in the village depend on these things for their livelihood. If I ask them to sell them at a low price, I would be being overbearing."

"As the old saying goes, if you are poor, you should take care of yourself. If you can protect yourself now, you can also make a contribution to our Nanyun County. Don't you agree?"

"Good, good, good!"

The Song clan leader patted Old Song on the shoulder and said with emotion: "You have raised a good daughter!"

Old Song was praised by the head of the Song clan. He straightened his back proudly and smiled with wrinkles on his face.

When the Song clan leader left, only the Song family members were left in the courtyard.

Song Xile took out a land deed from his bosom and handed it to Old Song, "Dad, from now on, the hill with the undercurrent in the back mountain belongs to our family!"

Old Song was holding the land deed in his hand, still a little confused, "This? Did you buy this?"

Song Xile nodded, "Dad, I set the price of pumpkins too low without authorization, which caused the family to suffer losses..."

Old Song immediately frowned, "What are you talking about? Not to mention that these lands were originally awarded by the county magistrate, you even bought these pumpkin seeds."

"We have everything at home now, which one is not your contribution? I don't think anyone dares to object."

The eldest and second brothers of the Song family quickly expressed their opinions, saying that they had no objections at all.

Think about what kind of life they have lived. If it weren’t for my little sister, how could their family have survived until now?

I'm afraid I would have to sell my land long ago and become a disaster victim!

Seeing her father looking angry, Song Xile knew that she had said the wrong thing.

She hurried forward to appease him, but Old Song insisted on not accepting the land deed.

Song Xile looked at her husband for help.

Chen Yun stepped forward with a smile on his right mouth and advised: "Father-in-law, please accept it. In fact, the reason why Xile bought the mountain is because of my son-in-law."

"Xile, I bought this mountain so that more people from the tribe can speak for me in the future."

Old Song looked at his daughter suspiciously, with a look of disbelief on his face. How could this be related to his son-in-law?

Therefore, Song Xile readily told his father about his plan, "In difficult times, Yun You will provide them with a way out. If my father-in-law makes trouble for Yun You in the future, they will of course speak for Yun You!"

"Besides, when the news of the high pumpkin yield spreads, it will be safer to find more people to watch over it!"

When Old Song heard his daughter's words, he accepted the land deed. He looked at his sons and warned them, "You must remember that this mountain still belongs to your sister. You are not allowed to have any ideas about it!"

The two Song brothers made assurances again and again.

Song Xile wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't dare to open his mouth under the glare of Old Song.