The female general of the last days returned to ancient times to raise a young prostitute

The meal was a great pleasure for both the host and the guests. The village chief was asked to pack up the uneaten dishes on the table, intending to take them back for his family to try.

The two yamen runners also wanted to pack up the food and take it back, but they didn't do so because of face, so the village chief naturally packed up everything and took it away without any hesitation.

Mo Rao could see something from the expressions of the two yamen runners.

So I ordered a few more dishes to be packed up and asked the two officers to take them back.

The yamen runners were very satisfied with Mo Rao's attitude towards work. They were grateful for the favors given to them, and the two of them felt embarrassed to take both food and money.

So when they went to the yamen to apply for the land deed, they both tacitly agreed to help Mo Rao. Originally, there was a piece of land at the foot of the mountain, a large expanse of wasteland. It was within their reach, so the yamen runners simply added it to their property, and no one could see what was wrong with it. Just this extra piece of land would at least save Mo Rao over a hundred taels. Even though it was wasteland, if used properly, it could be turned into something valuable.

I saved so much money in one go, so it seems that this meal was worth it.

After the land deeds were completed, the village chief exchanged the more than 400 taels of silver the villagers had earned for small change and copper coins so that the villagers could divide them up. After completing these tasks, the group boarded the ox cart and prepared to return to the village.

"Village Chief, can I ask you for a favor?" Mo Rao asked seriously.

“What’s the matter?” asked the village chief.

It's like this, I hope the village chief won't tell anyone about my purchase of the mountain for the time being. I don't want all those aunts and uncles coming to visit my house all day long and asking me about this and that.

"Okay, I'll keep my mouth shut, but I'm a little curious. What are you going to do with this mountain?" the village chief asked curiously.

"Well, I plan to build a house in the mountains," Mo Rao explained.

"Building a house in the mountains," the village chief said in amazement, looking completely incredulous.

How can we build a house in this mountain? We can't even get the building materials in.

This mountain is uneven, full of potholes and rocks. How can we build a house here? The village chief asked several questions in a row.

Mo Rao said: So I want to pave the road first, so I would like to ask the village chief to help find some people. The more people the better, so that the road can be built faster.

You want to build a road in the mountains. The village chief widened his eyes in surprise, somewhat incredulous.

After digesting it for a while, the village chief said slowly: It is not easy to build roads in this mountain.

It's okay, Village Chief, just find someone. 30 wen a day for three meals.

What? 30 cents a day, with three meals provided, who wouldn’t jump at such a good job?

After all, there's nothing to do in winter, so if I had a good job like this, not only would I save on food for my family, but I could also make some money. After all, food is always tight in winter. Having a job would make it easier to get through the winter.

"I'd like to ask the village chief to take care of the road construction later," Mo Rao said politely.

Don't worry, I'll take care of it.

When the village chief returned to the village, he struck the gong. When everyone heard the sound of the gong, they all gathered at the threshing ground.

There are several large boxes next to the village chief. The villagers are wondering what he is doing and why there are several large boxes.

Everyone in the crowd was discussing something, and the sound of discussion filled the threshing ground.

The village chief was speaking at the top, but the people below couldn't hear him at all. Finally, everyone quieted down after the village chief struck the gong hard.

Everyone listened quietly to what the village chief said next.

The village chief said loudly: "Be quiet, today I want to tell you a great event, a great event for the whole village." When he said this, the village chief was still a little excited.

A talkative old woman immediately asked loudly: "What's the big news, Village Chief? It's so cold standing here in the middle of winter."

Aunt Liu, don't be anxious, just listen to me finish what I say. Once I finish, you won't be cold anymore. As she said that, she opened the box beside her.

When the villagers saw that there were strings of copper coins inside, they were so shocked that their jaws dropped.

The village chief's next words made the villagers even more excited, and they didn't feel the cold wind at all.

The mountain on the east side connected to the mountain behind was sold today. When the villagers heard that the mountain was sold, there was immediately a lot of noise.

The mountain has been sold, so will we still be able to go into the mountain to chop firewood in the future? The woman whispered.

The man said: "Are you stupid? We're only selling the eastern mountain, not the entire mountain range. Of course it's okay."

The old woman continued, "That's right! There are not only those two mountains. If we can't go to the East Mountain, let's go to the West Mountain. Such a large mountain range is not enough for you to chop firewood."

Another man said excitedly, "That mountain is right on our territory. If we sell it, our village will definitely get a commission. Are you stupid? You can chop wood anywhere. Didn't you see the money in front of the village chief? It must be for us to share."

The woman laughed happily and said, "Haha! I'm just curious."

The villagers were discussing with each other, and their voices were noisy.

Dong, dong, dong. The village chief struck the gong a few more times, and the noisy crowd immediately quieted down.

Everyone looked at the village chief with burning eyes, and the light in their eyes could not be suppressed.

The village chief did not let the villagers wait too long. A young man brought the village book and distributed silver according to the registered households in the village.

Everyone, please be quiet and listen to me. There are 263 households in our village, and each household will receive one tael and six qian of silver. I plan to use the remaining money to repair our village's ancestral hall.

When Mo Rao heard the number reported by the village chief, she had a higher opinion of him. There were 263 households, and each household was given one tael and six cents, which meant a little more than four hundred and twenty taels. He also stated that the rest would be used to repair the ancestral hall. This meant that this man did not embezzle money and his character was still good.

What Mo Rao didn't know was that it wasn't that the village chief didn't want to embezzle the money, but that the village had received such a large sum of money, so the county government would post a notice at the gate of the county government. The county government advocated that bad things should not be spread outside, but good things must be spread thousands of miles away.

So this money cannot be hidden just because you want to.

Every villager came forward excitedly to receive their share of the money.

The villagers lined up, stretching their necks for fear that it would be their turn to run out of money.

Everyone quickly put the money they received into their pockets, for fear that it would be stolen by accident.

When the village chief saw that everyone had received the money, he continued, "I have something else to tell you."

What? Road construction.

Building roads in the mountains.

The villagers looked at each other, not knowing whether to be happy or sad. They were happy because they could have work in the winter, but they were sad because the road had to be built deep into the mountains. There were so many jackals, tigers and leopards in the mountains, and they couldn't lose their lives just to make money.