Bring your aunt to eat big meat, the scumbag father's family is furious

"Qu Jiantou, this family is building a house. I'm afraid they're trying to speed up the process. Most people would hire one construction team, but they hired several."

Qu Jiantou frowned, as if he was thinking about something. He was definitely not a soft-hearted person and would not let go of someone who should not be let go just for a few fruits.

But he couldn't find any reason.

The Grain Inspection Office instructed that things must be done within the rules. After all, imposing heavy taxes and asking the people to donate silver would easily arouse rebellious psychology among the people. If they crossed the line, they would inevitably incur the wrath of heaven and the resentment of the people.

Moreover, this little girl definitely has no source of information.

People in remote areas like this don't even know what's going on when a knife is at their necks.

"Remember the date of collection, and remember what we should do now." Qu Jiantou said coldly.

The man quickly clasped his fists and said, "Yes."

Thinking about the taste of those sweet fruits, he said no more.

I can only say that this family is blessed.

Only after making sure these people had left did Qiao Jian'er finally breathe a sigh of relief. She certainly knew how decisive and cold these people were. How could a few fruits possibly move them?

To be honest, if they have any evidence against her, these people will have to deal with her.

I just hope that these people won't find fault with me unless they see any problems.

Everyone knew that she was rushing to build this yard, and these people could see it too.

But there’s nothing wrong with rushing things.

"Jian'er, why are you using these good things to entertain these strangers? It's such a pity." Old Mrs. Qiao said with concern.

"Look at them, they're eating these delicious fruits as food, and they've eaten up half the basket."

"They are thirsty, why not just give them a drink of water?"

Old Mrs. Qiao really didn't understand, and she also knew that Jian'er was definitely not the kind of person who would do good things for no reason.

I don't even know these people, so there's no need to do this.

"Grandma, a good deed may be helpful in the future." Qiao Jianer couldn't tell Grandma Qiao too much now.

Old Mrs. Qiao recalled that during this period, Jian'er did not go to the county town every day like before. Although she was too busy now and did not need to set up a stall for the time being, she could provide ingredients to those restaurants and earn a lot of money.

But she changed her visit to once every three to five days, and it seemed that she was only supplying goods to Boss Cai's restaurant.

The house has to be built so quickly.

Also, when the men in the family were going to escort the goods, they were told not to tell the villagers and to just say they were going to do hard labor.

There is irrationality everywhere.

This made Old Mrs. Qiao feel like something was about to happen.

Old Mrs. Qiao pulled Qiao Jianer into the main room.

"Jian'er, tell me, is something going to happen?"

Seeing the alert look on Old Lady Qiao's face, Qiao Jian'er knew that if he didn't say anything, the old lady would inevitably make guesses.

"Grandma, I've had someone calculate it, and it says I'm going to suffer financial loss soon."

Mrs. Qiao suddenly became very nervous: "What, losing money?"

Qiao Jianer nodded seriously: "The fortune teller said that someone has set their sights on our family's wealth. We must not be too conspicuous in this regard in the future. We must make money secretly and low-key. We can talk about it after this period of time."

"So, I want to build the house quickly and spend all the money. It's a done deal. And my uncle and his men are going to escort the enemy. They'll make so much money all of a sudden. What if people find out and start targeting them? I might as well just tell them to do hard labor, but hard labor doesn't pay much."

"Can you trust what the fortune teller says? What if he is just trying to be mysterious?" Old Mrs. Qiao found it a little hard to accept.

"Some fortune tellers are real experts, unlike the witch Zhou from the neighboring village who plays tricks. I've made inquiries about that fortune teller, and he's never wrong in his predictions."

"Amitabha, Amitabha, we must not lose money at home, so we'd better be careful." Old Mrs. Qiao patted her chest.

"No wonder you've been so cautious and anxious lately, Jian'er. Alas, an old woman like me doesn't understand anything. I listen to Jian'er, I listen to Jian'er. I hope our Qiao family can survive this disaster well."

Having said that, he hurried to the shrine to worship his ancestors.

Qiao Jian'er was not lying to Old Lady Qiao. When those people arrived, they would collect grain and silver, wouldn't that be a financial loss?

Two days later, all the crops on the family's thirteen acres of land were harvested, weighing almost three thousand kilograms. They were hung out to dry in front of and behind the house, and the ground was golden.

Old Mrs. Qiao used a bamboo rake to turn over the rice, which she treated very preciously. She used oilcloth to dry the rice, and if a grain of rice fell from the oilcloth, she would pick it up carefully.

When drying rice and wheat, chickens and ducks must be kept in a closet to prevent the grain from being damaged.

Seeing a chicken running out of the chicken coop and about to pounce on the rice, Old Mrs. Qiao quickly put down her bamboo rake, ran over nimbly, grabbed the chicken, and stuffed it back into the chicken coop.

Seeing how much Old Lady Qiao cherished the food, Qiao Jianer felt a little sad. After all, these grains were regarded as lifeblood by the common people, and half of them could not be kept.

In the space, the jade needle incense she planted was ready to be harvested. She sold most of it for gold coins, kept two hundred kilograms, and replaced it with a new batch of plants.

There was a rice milling machine in the warehouse. Qiao Jianer milled twenty kilograms of rice and then polished it.

"Grandma, let's cook this kind of rice tonight," said Qiao Lianer.

Old Mrs. Qiao saw a basket filled with about 20 kilograms of rice. Her eyes suddenly lit up and she was a little bit unbelievable.

This kind of rice has long grains, is white and plump, without any impurities, and sparkles in the sun. When you pick it up and smell it, waves of fragrance will penetrate into your nose.

Old Mrs. Qiao lived to such an old age, but she didn't know that rice could be hulled so well, and she didn't know that rice could be so fragrant.

Food is the most important thing for people, and rice is the basis of food. Old Mrs. Qiao's heart was filled with joy.

Needless to say, it was all due to Jianer's good fortune.

"Okay, I know it'll be delicious just by the smell." Old Mrs. Qiao was in a good mood. "That's Jian'er, this kind of rice, do you have seeds?"

Just looking at the color, it is much better than those dried on the ground.

Which of the things that Jianer took out is not a treasure?

"Yes, if everyone is satisfied with the food, we will plant this type next year."

Looking at Old Lady Qiao's reaction, Qiao Jian'er thought to herself that once everyone had tasted the Yuzhenxiang, it wouldn't be such a pity to have the grain taken away.

She had just finished lunch and was going to deliver the ingredients to Boss Cai.

Called Qiao Zhizhi to join us.

"You are just two girls, so you need to prepare some things."

Old Mrs. Qiao put machetes, sticks and other things into the carriage.

"If you encounter a thief, one of you drives the carriage forward, and the other one uses a machete to chop at both sides. Don't stop." said old man Qiao.

Qiao Jianer drove the carriage smoothly along the way, and the two sisters chatted and laughed.

When we reached the intersection leading to Lingjia Village, we saw Ling Yin and her brother from afar.

They were waiting there for the carriage.

At this moment, a few more men came behind the brother and sister, two older ones and one younger one.

"Yin girl, are you going to the county town to sell your kimchi again? How much did you get? Is it enough to pay it back to my family?" One of the older men said in a rough and arrogant tone.