I'm going to become rich after being dressed as a five-year-old woman

You cannot plant peppers directly in a field where rice has just been harvested. The field needs to be burned to clean up the rice stalks. The ash from the burnt rice can be left in the field to increase fertility.

Before planting, the soil must be turned over first. The pepper seedlings in the backyard were burned to ashes and turned black. It took six people one hour to finish the six acres of land.

Originally, Zhao Qiqi wanted to ask several children to help Li Yuzhu, but was rejected.

She didn't want to rely on Zhao Qiqi's family all the time, otherwise she would be taking advantage of them.

The original canals are still usable and have not been damaged.

Let the water moisten the soil first, and then plant the pepper seedlings in the afternoon.

Since there were no chickens at home, Zhao Qiqi decided to go into town and put the matter of raising a dog that he had mentioned before on the agenda.

It would also be very inconvenient without Qin Gao's ox cart, but the time would be about the same.

Zhao Qiqi took Gu Yantang to town, while the others stayed at home to plant peppers again.

The roads were all dirt and it was difficult to walk fast. The sun was still very hot, so Zhao Qiqi took out the bamboo tube he brought with him and took a sip of water.

It was so hot that even with a veil on, she couldn't block the scorching sun.

"Mom, why don't we take a break? There's a tea stall in front where we can sit down and rest."

Zhao Qiqi was really tired from walking, so he stopped.

"Boss, bring me a cup of tea."

"okay."

The tea here is very cheap, two cents a cup, and you can get refills, but it's a little astringent. Of course, people who rest here don't come here to drink tea. This intersection is the only way for each village to go to the town, and many people stop here to rest if they are thirsty on their way to the town.

Zhao Qiqi brought the tea to her mouth. It was a little hot, so she blew on it before drinking it.

There were noisy sounds in the distance.

"Get lost, beggar, how dare you come here to disturb my business." The boss stood in front of the tea stall and shouted at the ragged beggar in front of him. He looked a little weak, his face was covered with dirt and dust, his hair was messy, and he held a broken bowl in his hand, looking pitifully at the steamed buns in other people's hands.

Those who can drink tea here are not rich people, but they have some extra money. If this beggar gets the money, he will come every day, and then no one will dare to stay here to drink tea.

"I don't want money, I don't want money, I just want someone to give me a steamed bun." The beggar spoke quickly, his voice trembling a little, as if he was afraid of being beaten, or perhaps he had already been beaten.

"Go away or not? If not, I will beat you up." The boss picked up the broom on the stall and waved it to scare him. If you do business on this road, you must be aggressive, otherwise you will easily be robbed by others.

"Hey, don't be so fierce. Let's talk nicely." A tea drinker spoke up. He drank his tea calmly and regarded this beggar as a joke.

Another person joked: "You are so kind-hearted, why don't you give me a penny?"

The man was suddenly speechless. Of course he didn't want to give it. After all, he wasn't that kind-hearted.

There are many beggars these days. If you meet one, give him some. He might as well buy himself a roast chicken with the money.

The man cut him and said, "Boss, get out of here quickly. I smell something, it stinks." The man covered his nose in disgust and fanned around.

The beggar lowered his head in embarrassment.

"Wait, let him come over."

The boss stopped his move to chase the man away, but a customer felt sorry for the beggar and he couldn't stop him.

The beggar came to Gu Yantang and looked at him in a flattering manner.

Why does this person look familiar?

Zhao Qiqi took out a steamed bun from the basket and gave it to Gu Yantang, who then gave it to the beggar.

Maybe he was really hungry, he wolfed down the steamed bun in a hurry, and he coughed a little embarrassedly.

He reached out to grab the tea on the table, but it was so choking that he couldn't stand it anymore.

Gu Yantang picked up the tea and poured it on the ground, saying with a mocking tone: "Uncle Zhang, you are a beggar now, you can't use this cup, otherwise others will despise you, what should I do?"

Zhang Huatou's whole body froze. The next second he threw the steamed bun on the ground, with only two words in his mind:

run.

Gu Yantang kicked him to the ground without giving him a chance to react, and then locked him by the throat.

Zhao Qiqi lifted the veil and said with a fake smile: "What a coincidence."

Of course, he couldn't solve the problem in the tea stall, so Gu Yantang tied Zhang Huatou's hands behind his back, took him to another sparsely populated place, and threw him to the ground roughly.

Everyone in the tea stall stretched their heads out, stretching their necks as far as they could, until they could no longer see anyone else, then they continued to drink tea with regret.

"Zhang Slippery, why are you so miserable after just one night's absence?"

Zhang Huatou was lying on the ground with his hands tied. He was struggling desperately to stand up and escape. His hands were still trembling slightly, and the ropes had turned his hands red.

"It's not me, it's not me. Every wrong has its perpetrator. Go find whoever started the fire. Why are you looking for me? Isn't this just bullying the weak?!"

Zhang Huatou cried out heartbreakingly, he regretted, he really regretted, how could it come to this.

Originally, he had some spare money, and if he was well fed, the whole family would not be hungry. Li Yuzhu was also a capable and worry-free person who did not need him to worry about her. But now, she dares not go home and even has no food to eat.

Zhao Qiqi slapped him in the face to sober him up: "If it weren't for your evil thoughts, how could the whole village be in trouble? Tell me, where did that group of people go?"

Zhang Huatou shook his head in horror: "I can't tell you, or they will kill me."

"You are very close to them, so how come you have fallen to the point of begging now?" Zhao Qiqi looked at him sarcastically. It was easy to imagine why that group of people would keep a useless Zhang.

"If you don't tell me, I'll send you to report to the authorities. The county magistrate has taken over the matter. If we can't find them, you'll have to bear the brunt of the arson and robbery."

Zhao Qiqi was not threatening him, but telling the truth.