The Daily Life of the Daughter of a Minor Official Chapter 239

Chapter 239 An unexpected visitor to the cabin

Two days later, Tu Licai came back from Shangouzi Village and wrote down bad land on the land deed, noting the amount of sandy wasteland, one acre and twenty taels. Su Ruojin bought a total of 200 acres and got the stamped land.

After signing the contract, she went to Shanggouzi Village at the foot of the West Mountain without stopping to make the land she bought look like what she wanted.

Little did she know that after she left, the registered land deed had been tampered with by Tu Licai and turned into a medium-sized farmland. The former owner Bo told the county magistrate, "Take it and quietly go to the capital to find someone to trick Su County Magistrate into planning for his family." Report the matter to Li and get him out of Weizhou County."

Tu Licai said worriedly: "I heard that the Minister of Civil Affairs is a man named Su. I'm afraid it won't be easy to report him."

"Hmph." The former master said softly, "We are not stupid, of course we should take another way."

Tu Licai asked: "What kind of secret?"

The former county magistrate said, "Of course we have to take the censor's platform. Don't forget that the famous man in front of you was once the supervisory censor. When you come here to report, you must be sure."

After receiving the advice, Tu Licai pointed straightly, "I will arrange my troops to go to the capital immediately."

Su Ruojin arrived at the foot of the West Mountain. After showing the land deed to the mayor and Li Zheng, he asked the Shangouzi villagers to dig stones and clear the wasteland to see what they could grow. He also used money to buy the wood, adobe and thatch that the villagers kept at home. thing.

Li Zheng saw the young lady buying these and was surprised, "Does the young lady want to build a small thatched house around the wasteland?"

"Dad, you really guessed it."

Su Ruojin wants to build four huts around the 200 acres of wasteland to guard the vegetable fields. As for the vegetable shed, it will not be built so quickly. It will not be built until the time is right.

Father Li Zheng asked, "Are we looking for craftsmen to build thatched houses?"

"Dad, is there anyone?"

"Yes, yes..." Father Li Zheng was so happy that he was making money again, "I'll help the little lady find a craftsman."

The little old man said he was looking for it, but his feet didn't move. Su Ruojin, who was a good man, didn't hold it up and hide it, and said with a smile, "If you don't want me to run away in vain, I'll find ten craftsmen and give you two hundred coins."

"Hey, good." The little old man was so happy that he ran to find the craftsman.

Huaping and Mangzhong stood beside her, looking towards the poor and desolate foot of the mountain. To put it bluntly, if it weren't for the mountains and forests behind, there wouldn't even be birds to poop.

"Second Lady, it will cost a lot of money to use this piece of land like this. How many years will it take to earn back just by growing radishes and cabbage?"

Su Ruojin turned to look at them and said with a smile, "Just treat me as if I have enough to support you. I have too much money and no place to spend it."

Huaping:…

Why does this girl feel like she needs a beating?

Money is easy to do. In the past ten days, on 200 acres of land, Shangouzi Village, old and young, came together to dig into the ground three feet with rakes and shovels. All the stones, large and small, were picked up.

Not only that, pebbles as big as pebbles were also paved with criss-crossing paths, suddenly turning the gray ravine into a scenic place.

Father Li Zheng stood on the widest cobblestone main road and kept tapping the ground with his feet. He always felt that it was unreal, "Ms. Jin, how did you come up with this?" Why did it look like the bluestone road in the city? Rainy or snowy days, what a great place to go.

Su Ruojin looked at the cute little old man and smiled, "It wasn't me who thought of it, but my money."

"Ah!" The little old man stopped and looked at the young lady, only to see her stretching out a hand, "I have already spent so much."

"Five..." Father Li Zheng wanted to say ten. The wages in the village alone were almost that, "A hundred taels?"

Su Ruojin nodded, "Yeah."

"Hiss." The little old man took a breath. He had never seen so much money in his life. "I heard that you only grow cabbage and radishes?"

"And spinach, mustard greens, kohlrabi, and chicken greens."

"that's it?"

"Um."

The little old man looked at the little lady as if he were a silly son of a landowner, and thought to himself, this kid had been kicked in the head by a donkey, and he was growing vegetables in a remote mountainous area, who would feed him? Who in their village doesn't grow vegetables in front of or behind their houses? If they can't eat them, they'll be eaten by chickens and pigs.

Speaking of pigs, Father Li Zheng looked sad. There was no food this year and he couldn't even raise pigs.

Su Ruojin didn't know why the little old man was secretly thinking of her, so he dug stones and spread three inches of forest mulch. After being exposed to the sun, it was half dry but not wet, soft and soft, just like good soil.

The little lady's operation made the villagers of Shangouzi exclaim in admiration, "I didn't expect that the little lady is better than those of us who have been cultivating the soil for decades. The land needs to be cultivated. The seeds can be sown now, and it will only take a few days." It sprouted.”

"If there's frost, I'll probably freeze to death."

As long as it's not as cold as the Northeast, Su Ruojin has a way, "From today on, I'll collect thatched curtains here. Each one costs ten cents. I'll collect whatever you make."

The people of Shangouzi Village were enjoying the sweetness of making money. They were disappointed that they had no money to make. Unexpectedly, another business came. It was such a joy. They once again called their relatives and friends to join the battle and went to the mountains to cut thatch and build curtains.

Mao Ya saw that the young master would not go home for several days after being out, "Second Lady, it's time for the master and madam to miss you."

Su Ruojin was about to go to the newly built cabin when she heard Sister Mao Ya remind her, "How long have I been out?"

"Almost ten days."

"So it's almost September 15th now?"

Oh, it's time to go back and promise Yang Siniang to attend her engagement party!

Father Li Zheng now wished that the little God of Wealth would never go back. When he heard the girl urging her to go back, he quickly asked, "Ms. Jin, the land has been planted, is it time to sow the seeds?"

She nodded.

The little old man was not polite to him now, "Should we also hire some help?"

"Yes, Dad."

He patted his heart and said to the four corner cabins: "Are these four cabins built quickly and well?"

Su Ruojin smiled, "Thank you, Dad."

"Where is it!" The old man was embarrassed by the little lady's praise, but in order to make money, he still said, "You asked me to find the good farmer who spreads the seeds for you."

The livelihood of the two hundred acres of wasteland is so eye-catching that the local villagers, farming experts, and craftsmen from the nearby villages come to recommend themselves to the young lady every day. The people in the valley are frightened, fearing that someone else will rob someone of their unexpectedly profitable business. .

Su Ruojin didn't know what he was thinking, but in order to fear that their family would become too big or that she would not be able to work without them, she also leaked some income from her pockets to the surrounding villages, such as buying their Vegetables, grains for cooking, and collecting various vegetable seeds in their hands.

In short, while Shangouzi Village should be the mainstay, people in the surrounding villages should not be left without a penny. Otherwise, once they become disgusted, her 200 acres of vegetable land will really be wasted.

Father Li Zheng happily ran to find a farming expert again.

Mao Ya looked at her little lady helplessly. She used to like growing vegetables in the yard, but now she has bought land to grow vegetables. Why does she feel like her little lady likes farming so much? But one of my lord and my wife is a scholar, and the other is a concubine of an uncle's house. Neither of them have ever farmed, so why does she like it so much?

If Su Ruojin knew what Mao Ya was thinking, she would definitely laugh a few times. Chinese people farm and grow vegetables. This is engraved in their bones and is innate.

Really, she wants to live in a small thatched house right now, and then open the door to plant vegetables, go home to cook, and enjoy the pastoral joy of "seeing the Nanshan Mountains leisurely".

"I'll go back when they all sprout."

After saying that, Su Ruojin happily returned to the cabin. She lived in a tent for the first few days. After the mini cabin was built, she lived in the cabin. Although the cabin was small, it was fully equipped. Not only that, she also dug wild flowers and orchids and cut them around the house, making it look like a small wooden house. Like a paradise.

Returning to the cabin, she plopped down on the couch-like bench and said, "Uncle Hua, can we have barbecue tonight?"

Farmers are busy in the fields and craftsmen are building houses. Huaping and Mang Zhong often go to the mountains to find pheasants and other items, and when they bring them back, they eat meat.

Huaping held up two pheasants and said, "Just two. The meat from the kill is not enough for me to stuff between my teeth."

Su Ruojin:…

Looking at the pheasant, which is no bigger than a pigeon, it's really... Finally, I stewed a large pot of soup and prepared it to be served with thick-faced steamed buns.

In mid-September, the weather is not cold, but getting colder. The sun sets early and gets dark early.

Su Ruojin and his entourage gathered around a small round table. Those who filled the soup were filled with soup, and those who were holding steamed buns were holding steamed buns. They closed the door. The space was small and the earthen stove was quite warm.

Just when everyone was getting their bowls ready to eat, there was a knock on the door.

Su Ruojin glanced at the people on the table and said, "Is it true that Li Zheng is here to talk about sowing seeds tomorrow?"

Huaping didn't think that if he had been the old man, he would have started chirping, and he wouldn't have knocked three times in a row without speaking. He put down the bowl and chopsticks alertly, reached out and took out the dagger from his leg pocket, and walked over behind the door.

His nervous movements caused everyone to suddenly become silent.

For a moment, the room was so quiet that it was breathless.

"Who?" Hua Ping hid herself by the door frame.

The door was knocked three more times, but no one answered.

Huaping glanced at Su Ruojin.

Su Ruojin gave him a look that told him what to do. If he wasn't Li Zheng, he might be someone from the village. He might want to make some money with her privately. He was afraid of being crowded during the day, so he came at night.

Huaping understood the little lady's eyes, but his judgment was completely different from hers, because he knew better than anyone what was in the Western Mountains, but he had told them clearly that he was the only one to look for someone, and they would not look for it. Came down the mountain.

Who will be knocking on the door? Is it really like the little lady guessed, a small villager who wants to make money?

Guessing cautiously, he gently removed the bolt and opened a gap.

The man dressed as a guard outside bowed his hands and said, "If you smell the broth here, beg for a bowl of soup for my master."

It was almost mid-month, and it was a night with a bright full moon. It might rain, and dark clouds covered the moon. If it weren't for the oil lamp in the cabin, I couldn't see clearly outside.

Huaping opened the door suddenly and looked outside the door, looking past the young guard and looking behind him.

"His Royal Highness King Yan?" He was startled and quickly came out to kneel down.

In the room, Su Ruojin and others also heard Hua Ping's exclamation, and quickly followed him out and knelt down.

King Yan smiled slightly and said, "Sorry to bother you."

Talk to her? He raised his head and met King Yan's eyes. Sure enough, he was talking to her master.

Su Ruojin stood up quickly and said, "Your Highness, Prince Yan, is welcome to my humble residence. If you don't mind, please come in and have a bowl of hot soup."

"That's annoying."

While Su Ruojin led people inside, he wondered, didn't it mean that His Highness King Yan was guarding the imperial mausoleum? How did you get here? Could it be that the imperial mausoleum of the Zhao family of the Dayin Dynasty is nearby? Why hasn't she heard of it?

Subconsciously, he looked towards Huaping.

At this moment, the house is so small, how dare Huaping give any hints.

Su Ruojin had no choice but to put away her questions and respectfully asked King Yan to take the main seat. He quickly took out a pair of clean bowls and chopsticks, personally served him pheasant soup, took another steamed bun and a small plate of pickles.

"Your Highness, please—"

"Then I won't be polite."

In mid-September, the weather in the mountains was still relatively cold at night. King Yan Zhao Jing picked up the bowl, drank most of it in one go, put the bowl down, and gnawed on the pieces of meat in the bowl, looking as if he was old and fragrant.

Su Ruojin:…

This is the Prince of Dayin Dynasty! How does it feel like you haven't eaten meat or drank broth for three months?

As if he heard what Su Ruojin was thinking, after finishing one bowl and signaling for another bowl, he said, "The tomb-keepers are vegetarians."

Su Ruojin:…

Then Your Highness...what are you doing now? Stealing words?

Seeing the surprised and disdainful look in the young lady's eyes, His Highness Prince Yan smiled, "Heaven knows, earth knows, you know, I know, others don't."

Others in the room:…

Aren't they human?

Su Ruojin faked a smile and said, "Your Highness is joking." She served him another bowl of pheasant soup, and scooped all the good meat from the pot into his bowl.

King Yan lowered his head and saw a bowl of pheasant chicken soup. He smiled and said, "I wonder how Su Er Niang made the soup. It is fresh, delicious and appetizing."

The pheasant itself is just a fresh dish, and the fishy smell and foam are removed well. With the addition of ginseng, wolfberry, red dates and other ingredients, what soup is not fresh?

However, some people are really not talented in cooking, and they can make dark dishes no matter how good the ingredients are.

Su Ruojin is different. Even if she doesn't have all the seasonings, she can make delicious food out of simple ingredients.

King Yan finished three bowls in a row before he put down his chopsticks. His entourage handed over the towel, his movements were dignified and calm, and he looked like a man who was steeped in wealth.

No matter how mediocre he is, he is still a nobleman of Tianhuang and the son of the emperor. But today, Su Ruojin once again saw the most inconspicuous son of the late emperor and no longer had the same thoughts as the rest of the world.

mediocre?

A person who sticks to the rules will come out to eat dinner from a commoner? He must know that the magistrate of Weizhou County is Su Yanli, and he must also know what kind of connections Su Yanli has.

This is not Su Ruojin's dinner at all, but Su Yanli's dinner!

After eating, Chunxiao immediately took Mao Ya and Ye Huaizhen to remove the dishes from the table.

King Yan's guards also went out, and in a blink of an eye, only King Yan, Su Ruojin, and Huaping were left in the cabin.

He was as gentle and elegant as Su Yanli, and said with a slight smile, "It seems that the little lady's vegetable patch is about to be completed, right?"

I don't know how long he had been paying attention, but he actually knew that her vegetable field had been cultivated.

"Yes, Your Highness."

"I want to plant some vegetables in front of the house. Can Mrs. Su give me some vegetable seeds?"

Su Ruojin:…

Coming here from the mausoleum, apart from eating a bite, just for the vegetable seeds? Why doesn't she believe it so much?

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