Divorce at the beginning, the rough general is very clingy

Jin Zheng opened the box and found several neatly stacked layers of silver inside, conservatively estimated to be about one thousand taels.

"Thank Madam Mi on my behalf." Jin Zheng felt relieved. He thought it would be great if all rich people were as patriotic and caring as Mi Mo.

Hou Yuanxuan bowed and left.

Jin Zheng gave Lang Jiahui one hundred taels of silver as an advance payment.

Lang Jiahui took the silver as if it were worth a fortune, "Thank you, sir!" In fact, Lang Jiahui also knew that the money was paid by that lady, but in front of the sir, he naturally could not lose face.

"I will leave the food and silver to you for safekeeping. Build the wooden house in the next two days, take a rest for two days, and then start work officially." Jin Zhengdao.

"Yes." Lang Jiahui thanked him profusely.

With food and money, the people of Langjia Village were motivated. The women cooked porridge on the spot, and the men went to chop trees.

Liu Fugui also brought fifty or sixty people to help cut down trees. Mi Yao, a woman, could do better than any man, so how could these seven-foot-tall men be so incompetent?

So, the villagers and refugees who were at loggerheads last night are like brothers today.

In the Liu family ancestral hall, wife Liu An was tied up and lying on the ground alone, with no one paying attention to her. Her stomach was rumbling with hunger. No one had cared about her since she was taken out by Liu Fugui and his group and thrown into the ancestral hall last night.

She was scared, thinking that her act of informing must have been known to others. Mrs. Liu An regretted it at this moment and hated Liu Xueying. She was being used as a gun.

Mi Yao returned home and, as usual, saw several patients at home. Xun was in good health now, and except for occasionally dreaming at night about recovering his lost memories, everything else was fine.

The wounds on Zi Yu and Zi Chen's faces have healed and the scars have gradually fallen off. Lu Han can already walk and do some simple housework. Shi Xiu's legs have been reattached, but Mi Yao has ordered him not to use his internal force because she discovered that there is a kind of poisonous insect in Shi Xiu's body. She knows a lot about this poisonous insect, so she doesn't dare to act rashly.

The several acres of vegetables in the yard have grown into a large green field. The cucumbers and beans have also borne fruit and are growing at a speed visible to the naked eye every day.

The whole Jingzhou is suffering from a severe drought now, and it is rare to find a family like the Mi Yao family that can grow lush green vegetables on such a large scale.

Shuanzi was sent to Fengjia Village again to buy blue bricks.

A few days ago, at the Feng family brick factory, Old Feng, his two sons, and six grandchildren all looked worried.

"Dad, the people in the neighboring village have already fled the famine, and our village is also making arrangements. Let's follow them." The eldest son advised.

"Yes, Dad. Even if we can still get a little water from the well, we don't have much food left at home."

"Oh, what will happen to our family after we are gone? There are still millions of blue bricks in the kiln. These are our roots and we can't just give up like this." Old man Feng was reluctant to part with the legacy left by his ancestors.

"Grandpa, Dad, Second Uncle, there is a Limin Grain Store in town. They sell twenty or thirty kinds of grains, and the prices are very cheap. Refined rice is only eight cents a pound, white flour is seven cents, and other kinds of rice are three to five cents." The eldest grandson of the Feng family ran in, shouting breathlessly.

This news is undoubtedly timely help.

Mr. Feng immediately asked his family to line up to buy rice. Since each person could only buy 50 kilograms at most, everyone in the family who could move went.

After queuing for a whole day, a family of thirteen bought 650 kilograms of rice. When the rice was put into the pot and steamed hot and fragrant, the Feng family felt that this was not a dream.

So these days, the Feng family went out together and lined up to buy rice. They were not afraid of the heat or thirst while queuing. The Limin Grain Store also provided drinking water to the people in the queue. Although it was not much, it was enough to solve everyone's urgent needs.

The family has stored several thousand kilograms of grain in the past few days, and he finally felt confident. However, when he saw the millions of blue bricks produced by the kiln factory, Old Man Feng became worried again.

"Grandpa, Dad, someone is here to buy bricks. It's the big brother from Liujia Village." The eldest grandson of the Feng family ran in, his face covered with sweat without even time to wipe it off.

Old man Feng felt that his ancestors must have saved the galaxy, otherwise, just when he was worried about having no rice, the town would sell cheap grain, and now he was worried about having millions of bricks piled up at home, and someone would come to buy them.

Old man Feng was in high spirits and received the guests personally.

When I looked clearly at the person coming, wasn't this the clerk from Limin Grain Store?

"Are you from Liujia Village?" asked Old Man Feng.

"Yes, uncle. I came here to buy blue bricks a few months ago." Shuanzi smiled.

"But when I went to town to buy rice a few days ago, I saw you working in a grain store?" Old Man Feng asked again.

"Yes, uncle. The owner of the grain shop is the one from whom I bought bricks to build my house before. This time I came to buy bricks, and the owner also paid me for it, but it was just for repairing the river." Shuanzi said with a smile, wishing that everyone in the world would know how kind and loving his brother Yexiao's family was.

"What did you say? I don't quite understand." Old man Feng was confused by what he said.

Shuanzi then told the story in detail about how Mi Yao had cooperated with the town official, Lord Jin, to get the refugees to build a river channel, and how the employer provided rice and wages free of charge, and now was buying bricks.

"Oh, this Miss Mi really has boundless love!" Old Man Feng couldn't help but praise her.

"Uncle, how many bricks are there at home now?" Shuanzi asked with a smile.

"Oh, how many millions?" replied Old Man Feng.

"Okay, I'll take them all. Can you give me a discount on the price? My boss is not after fame or profit. He is wholeheartedly serving the common people." Shuanzi took the opportunity to say.

"Well, I understand the general principle. This brick itself is a small gift. So, the price of bricks remains the same. You bring ten carts and I'll give you one. Do you think it's okay?" Old Feng quickly calculated in his head whether it was more cost-effective to buy ten and get one free or to have the bricks be priced a little cheaper.

"Okay, I know it's not easy for you. In that case, start transporting these bricks to Liujia Village today. I'll advance you the money for ten carts, and then every time you deliver ten carts, you'll settle the bill. I'm responsible for this matter, so just come to me." Shuanzi said.

"Great." Old man Feng was overjoyed. Everyone in the Feng family, including him, knew that now they no longer had to flee from famine.

In two days, the Feng family's blue bricks were delivered to Liujia Village one after another, and Liu Fugui also called on the strong laborers in the village to work on the river.

Someone even secretly asked Liu Fugui: "Village chief, those refugees are paid ten cents a day, do we get paid?"

Liu Fugui glared at the person who was speaking: "Do you know who resettled the refugees? Do you know who paid for the rice and silver? Do you know who bought those cartloads of blue bricks? Do you know who will benefit the most from the repair of this river channel?" After Liu Fugui finished speaking, the man who was speaking lowered his head in shame.

Mi Mo also heard about this matter, but just laughed it off.

A lot of vegetables at home had ripened, so Mi Yao asked his family to harvest them and load them onto a truck. He then asked Dai Rong to take two people to the town to buy them. No matter what kind of vegetable it was, it was five cents per pound.