A time-travel story of a peasant girl getting rich

In order to have enough stoves, Lin Dashan ordered people to bring mud and make stoves. As soon as Lao Lu returned to the village, he was asked to go out and buy a big iron pot. For a while, the village was extremely lively.

"Dad, the farmers are working for us now for free. Why don't we pay them something?"

"How to give?"

"For example, those who make oil skins are given some money as wages every month. During the New Year and other festivals, some gifts are given to farmers as gifts."

Giving wages not only boosts farmers’ motivation, but also improves their current lives. A win-win situation!

“How much is appropriate per month?”

The people who made the oil skin were all women. Xiaomi knew that a day's work in the city was less than 20 cents, and women could not find work at all. Besides, she was rewarded, not hired.

"210 wen, about that."

As it was within Wang's tolerance range, she said nothing and just stared at Lin Dashan eagerly.

"Okay, we Xiaomi are kind-hearted. Let's just consider it as accumulating merit."

Wang liked to hear this. In the past, Li always scolded her for committing too many sins in her past life, which reduced her luck and caused her to have no son in this life. Now it was naturally great to be able to do things that would accumulate blessings.

"Dad, we need to build a few rooms on our farm to heat the kang and bake the oil skin."

"Yes, the weather has started to get colder, and the sun is getting weaker. I will go to the village head to discuss this matter tomorrow."

Since we have to build, let's build more and make greenhouses. "Let's build each room bigger, so that we can build one less wall for each room. Let's build 30 rooms."

"so many?"

"Well, starting tomorrow we'll ask the farmers to build the racks. Dad, you see, the squares are this wide, layer by layer." Xiaomi gestured the size with his hands.

"What are you doing?"

“Grow vegetables!”

"what?"

"Dad, in winter, everyone eats pickles, soybean paste, cabbage and radishes. No other vegetables are seen."

"It's so cold that you can't survive!"

"So we grow them in the greenhouse. We need a kang to dry oil skin, so the room is warm and we use the spare space to grow vegetables. Think about it, who has green leafy vegetables in winter? Then we have to set the price ourselves!"

Lin Dashan stared at his daughter in a daze, speechless for a moment. What if they could grow leafy vegetables in winter? ? He shook his head, getting rid of the messy thoughts in his mind.

"Yes, I will go to the village head tomorrow to buy materials and build a house."

The money was earned by my daughter, so she could spend it however she wanted. Even if she couldn’t grow any crops, the dried oil skin wouldn’t be wasted.

Wang had no objection. Her daughter's idea was excellent. If the crops were grown, the family would have more income. Why would she object? She was not afraid of failure. There were so many people in the village, and the house would not be wasted.

The next morning, Lin Dashan walked around the village, selected a large vacant lot, and discussed building a house with the village head. The villagers were capable, and they could build it as long as they bought the materials.

Building houses, delivering goods, making oil leather, the whole family is busy.

"Master, there's a man named Lin Fuyou looking for you!" the gatekeeper reported.

"Fuyou is here, bring him here."

"Yes!"

"Uncle, what are you doing..." Looking at Lin Dashan who was laying bricks, Lin Fu began to doubt his life. Why was Uncle Dashan building a house? He was the master, so why did he do it himself?

“Build a house!”

I'm not blind. The key point is, do you still need to build a house? Isn't such a big house enough for the three of you?

"What's the matter?"

"That..." Lin Fuyou found it difficult to speak.

"Guan Zhuangtou, you watch over here."

After saying something to the village head, he led his men back to the house.

"Wait for me, go wash and change clothes."

He was covered in mud and dust, extremely dirty.

After a while, he returned to the main room. "What's wrong?"

"Uncle, we've caused you trouble. The weather is getting colder, and the old house is leaking and very cold. Yesterday, my family moved to your place, and somehow, my little grandfather's family found out. They came over yesterday and accused me of prying open the door when you were not around. I said I bought the house, but they didn't believe me, and then..."

Yesterday, Lin Dahai rolled around in the yard, saying that they stole the house while Uncle Dashan was away, and called them a family of thieves, and he cursed them as harshly as he could. The whole village came to watch the fun, and in the end, it was only after the head of the village scolded them and proved that the house belonged to Lin San that they were willing to leave.

"I think my little grandfather might come and make trouble with you. Uncle, if it really doesn't work, I'll return the house to you!"

"What are you talking about? It's your father's property after the transfer. It's not like you didn't pay for it."

"Uncle, Uncle Dahai kept asking me yesterday how much the house was sold for, but I didn't tell him." Lin Fuyou didn't dare to say it. At this price, his family would feel guilty if they didn't tell him.

"Okay, I know about this. You go back first and live there peacefully. I will talk to your grandfather when he comes. Don't worry."

"I'll stay and help. I can also build a house!"

"No, no, there are plenty of people in Zhuangzi!"

Lin Fuyou ignored him and went straight to the construction site to work.

Xiaomi found out about this in the evening and teased her father that she would be beaten by her grandfather.

Early the next morning, another man in shorts came to work, and brought his older brother with him.

"Master, old master, second master, third master are here."

It's so early, it must be just dawn. Lin Dashan just woke up, holding his forehead with a headache, and got up reluctantly to greet his father.

"father!"

"Master!"

Old man Lin's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. He ignored Lin Dashan and his three friends and walked straight to the main room.

Lin Dashan had no choice but to follow. Lin Dachuan's face was also gloomy, and Lin Dahai looked as if his elder brother owed him eight million.

Xiaomi raised her eyebrows. Wow, this old man thinks this is his own home? He is so arrogant! Do these people really think his family owes them anything? This is her home, her home!

"what's wrong with you?"

Old Man Lin went straight to the main seat.

"What is Dad talking about?"

"Don't play dumb with me. The house you originally had at the end of the village, why is it now occupied by Lin San's family?"

"I don't want to live there anymore. I think it's a waste to leave it empty, so I'll sell it to Third Brother Lin."