Koi baby helps his mother farm and becomes the richest man

Feng Youde approached Uncle Chen Jiu, looked him over calmly, and said with a smile, "Uncle Jiu, can we stay at your house for a while? It's really cold out here!"

Uncle Chen Jiu nodded, turned around and led the way.

The rest of the people were looking for familiar folks to discuss temporary accommodation, and soon the streets were empty.

Zhao family.

Zhao Hu volunteered: "I'll go to Jiuye's house to ask around and see what's going on. Why are the Feng family members back again?"

"Didn't you hear them?" Aunt Zhao rolled her eyes at him. "They say fallen leaves return to their roots!"

Zhao Hu curled his lips, "I don't believe it! I see their eyes are rolling around, I don't know what they are up to!"

"If Huzi wants to go, then go," Qin Ying said again, "it's good to listen."

Zhao Hu happily agreed, jumped up and ran out.

An An wanted to follow, but Aunt Zhao grabbed her by the waist and picked her up. "What are you going to do? It's so cold outside!"

Zhou Qi asked curiously, "Auntie, Sister Qin, are those people also from Tongshu Village?"

"Well," Aunt Zhao sighed, "the one who came over to talk to Uncle Jiu was the former head of Tongshu Village, Feng Youde.

“He’s also the richest man in Tongshu Village. I heard that one of his relatives is a high-ranking official in the imperial court, but I don’t know if it’s true or not.

"The Fengs are also a big family in our village. When the drought hit, they formed gangs and went out to seek refuge with their relatives.

"Once they left, others who had some connections with them didn't want to stay and wait to die, so they gradually left as well.

“The rest of us have nowhere to go.”

Zhou Mian felt distressed: "Auntie, that...it's really not easy for you!"

Aunt Zhao smiled and said, "Let's not talk about that! Aren't the hard times over? You've eaten a lot of delicious food. Give us some suggestions and we'll make a few more delicious cakes. When the shop opens, I'll give you a share of the profits!"

Zhou Qi hurriedly pushed back: "Aunt, helping is my duty. What dividends are you talking about? Isn't that a bit too distant?"

During breakfast, Zhao Hu ran back, rubbed his red, frozen hands, and said angrily, "Feng is so shameless!"

"What's wrong?" Aunt Zhao pushed him to wash his hands. "The water is hot, soak for a while."

Zhao Hu soaked his hands as he said, "Didn't we redistribute the farmland in the village under the auspices of Lord Zhou in the fall? Mr. Feng says that doesn't count!"

Now, everyone in Tongshu Village has at least five mu of land under their name. Of course, Zhou Yu advocates fairness, but if there is really no labor force, they can only get less. If they feel they can afford it, they can also get one more mu.

After the autumn harvest, all the arable land was planted with wheat.

Snow is good in winter. It is said that auspicious snow means a good harvest. Everyone feels warm in their hearts and is looking forward to the summer harvest next year.

To be honest, the fields have been fallow for several years and are no different from wasteland. The villagers have spent a lot of effort to cultivate these fields. It is only because the village raises rabbits, pigs and other livestock for farming that there is no shortage of manure. Otherwise, no matter how diligent they are, the harvest will not be good.

Zhao Hu was still angry, so he sat down and drank a mouthful of hot porridge, then continued, "Is it easy for us to cultivate these few acres of land?!

"I plowed the soil four or five times, not to mention watering, fertilizing, planting, and hoeing...

"Why should they pick up what's already there?"

Aunt Zhao sighed: "Oh, didn't they say that the land originally belonged to their family?"

"Don't be angry," Qin Ying said calmly, "Isn't Lord Zhou in the village now? He won't ignore such a thing.

"He had said before that the imperial court had a clear stipulation that farmland left unused for three years would be nationalized, and the government had the final say on how to distribute it.

"If you count it up, the land in our village has been barren for more than three years."

Zhao Hu's anger subsided immediately. "Yeah, I was stupid too!"

Aunt Zhao also relaxed and greeted everyone with a smile: "Eat, eat, it will get cold soon."

An An ate the egg custard while swinging her little feet leisurely. With the handsome uncle in charge, all problems are not a problem!

However, this group of people came back probably not just for those few acres of land, but also for the rabbit farm, pigpen, mules, cows and donkeys. Which one of them would not make them jealous?

As they were talking, they talked about the chickens at home. Aunt Zhao smiled and said, "Our chickens lay eggs very early. In winter, chickens don't like to lay eggs, but our chickens are different."

They have four chickens, one rooster and three hens, and they can lay at least six eggs every day.

An An has a daily quota of eggs, and the family can enjoy egg dishes in different ways every now and then.

On weekdays, they have enough oil and water, and can eat meat every two or three days.

After a good meal, everyone had rosy complexions and looked energetic.

After dinner, there was a noise from next door. Zhao Hu couldn't sit still any longer, so he stood up and asked Qin Ying for leave: "Sir, I have a stomachache and want to go to the bathroom."

During class time, they no longer addressed each other as siblings.

An An rolled his eyes and raised his hand: "Sir, students also want to ask for leave."

Qin Ying's expression darkened slightly: "Everyone, sit down! Listen to the class!"

The uncle and nephew exchanged a look, then sat down with their heads drooping. "Alas, sometimes being too clever isn't always a good thing!" Even trying to sneak off to watch the fun was impossible.

After the morning classes, Dashuan and Erya went home together, while Zhao Hu and An An put their books in a hurry and ran out.

Qin Ying shook her head helplessly and went to the backyard to help clean up and cook.

Actually, Aunt Zhao and the Zhou sisters had almost finished cooking, except for the soup. However, it was difficult to go over and deliver the food because of the noise next door.

It was almost time for dinner when Zhao Hu came back carrying An An, both of them with smiles on their faces.

Zhao Hu said happily, "Hey! I've never seen Feng Youde look so shabby! In front of Lord Zhou, he doesn't even dare to fart!"

"Hey!" Aunt Zhao scolded, "How can you talk like that?"

Zhao Hu stuck out his tongue and looked at the embarrassed Zhou sisters, feeling a little embarrassed, "I'm sorry, I said the wrong thing.

“What I mean is that Feng Youde didn’t dare to speak loudly in front of Lord Zhou. Lord Zhou had already asked Mr. Zhang to explain the land ownership to them.

"Feng Youde and his people were so embarrassed that they couldn't explain what they were doing. In the end, they just cried and begged for mercy.

"It's freezing cold, and we can't even clean up the house. Even if we had a house, we can't go back and live there... Then again, their house hasn't been lived in for years, and it's almost broken down, so it's uninhabitable."

An An curled her lips and snorted.

Zhao Hu's eyebrows lit up: "There's something interesting. There's a guy with a big face who said that our house is spacious and wants to send a few people to live with us.

"Not long after I said this, I fell flat on my face, hit the back of my head against the wall and got a big bump, and also twisted my ankle.

"Hey! No one touched him, no one got in touch with him, so you can't blame anyone! Hahahaha!"