Traveling through the famine years with the system to raise cubs

"Tell me what's wrong with the Jiang family!" Some peasant women on the side had lost their patience, and they frowned and asked in dissatisfaction.

"Although this recipe can kill locusts, the smoke is also poisonous..."

Speaking of this, a few piercing voices came to Jiang Ling's ears. Jiang Ling just glanced at everyone and continued: "But please don't worry, I have found a way to avoid poison!"

As he spoke, Jiang Ling took out the mask he had made earlier from his pocket, and began to explain to everyone.

"Che, Jiang, do you know how expensive cotton is? It's easy for you to say that."

Before Jiang Ling finished speaking, Mrs. Lu jumped in front of Jiang Ling like a monkey on a jumping horse, raised her eyebrows and said contemptuously with a disdainful expression on her face.

Jiang Ling was not annoyed after hearing this, she raised her head and glanced at Mrs. Lu with her lips curled up, and said, "I guess everyone is also worried about cotton, right?"

Everyone looked at me, I looked at you and nodded to each other, but quickly lowered their heads.

"Don't worry, everyone, you don't have to worry about cotton, I..."

"What are you? Could it be that you still want to say, you've bought the cotton for us guys? You really aren't afraid of the wind and your tongue will flash!" Mrs. Lu said with her arms around her shoulders and a white look at Jiang Ling.

"Aunt Lu, you are still a smart person. I have indeed bought the cotton for you! It is now stored in my yard!" Jiang Ling looked at Mrs. Lu in front of her with a victorious attitude.

As Jiang Ling expected, Mrs. Lu's mung bean-sized eyes widened after hearing these words, staring fixedly at Jiang Ling's body, her eyes filled with disbelief.

Jiang Ling looked at Mrs. Lu, who had a funny expression, and laughed inwardly, but she still coughed lightly and continued to add: "Everyone, please rest assured, I have resolved the matter of cotton, the source of cotton is clean, I am the one who sells spicy grass Earn it back!"

As soon as the voice fell, the exclamation of the crowd became a little louder, and even the scene seemed a little chaotic. Seeing this, the village chief quickly waved his hand to signal the crowd to be quiet.

"Mr. Jiang, how do you make money with spicy grass?"

"Jiang Shi, I... I also want to learn to do a little business with you..."

"Jiang Shi, you..."

The chattering noise made Jiang Ling feel a little headache, but she still explained calmly and calmly: "Sisters-in-law and aunts, you also know that the food and drink are mainly recipes, which are handed down by our ancestors. Rumors."

"Furthermore, this eating and drinking business is hard money. I just got lucky and made a little money recently. Have you not thought about what to do if you lose money?"

Jiang Ling knew the mentality of these peasant women very well, and with just a few words, these village women showed a touch of fear, but a few village women still looked at Jiang Ling with disbelieving eyes.

"That's right, Mrs. Jiang didn't lie to you. I live next door to her house. Their house basically gets up to work before dawn, and they have to work until late at night!" Suddenly echoed.

"What? My daughter-in-law, is what you said is true?" One of the peasant women who didn't believe it asked with staring eyes.

"Big-headed lady, why am I lying to you? If you don't believe me, you should get up early to have a look!" Zhao Erleng's daughter-in-law gave the big-headed lady a white look and said.

After Zhao Erleng's daughter-in-law said this, the chattering peasant women all fell silent. Jiang Ling glanced at the peasant women surrounding her. She knew that if she didn't find something for them to do, she would definitely be punished. jealous.

The price of these cottons is not cheap, and I wrapped the whole village's cotton by myself. Now everyone around must know that Jiang Ling has made a lot of money. If there is a red-eyed Jiang Ling in Lujia Village in the future, life will definitely be on eggshells. Now, Jiang Ling rolled his eyes and quickly said to the peasant women around him: "Sisters-in-law, I need a lot of spicy grass right now. You can spare time to go to the back mountain to pick it. I will collect it for two cents per basket. Sister-in-law Leng also knows, her children have been sent here many times!"

"Erlen daughter-in-law, is this true?" After hearing Jiang Ling's words, two or three peasant women who responded quickly asked.

"That's right! Our children have been sent there many times!" Zhao Erleng's daughter-in-law said, proudly puffing out her chest.

"Then after the meeting, let's also go to the back mountain to pick spicy grass! This basket is only two copper coins!" A few peasant women next to them started whispering again.

After the village chief explained a few more words, he asked everyone to go to Jiang Ling's house to get cotton in half an hour.

Seeing everyone disperse, the village chief couldn't help but feel a little nervous. He glanced at Jiang Ling and asked, "Mr. Jiang, where did you get the cotton?"

"Li Shanren from the town ordered a lot of spicy grass water with me, and I exchanged part of the money for cotton!" Jiang Ling replied in a low voice.

"This... Mrs. Jiang, hey... You are really the living Bodhisattva of our Lujia Village now! That bastard Lu Youren treated you like this before..." The village chief couldn't help but sighed heavily when he said this.

Hearing the word "Lu Youren", Jiang Ling felt her stomach churn, she grinned and said to the village chief: "Forget about the past, let him go, it's good for me to take four children now! "

"Well... Mrs. Jiang, after the control of the locusts is over, you can choose a few acres of wasteland, and it will be considered as our Lujia Village to repay your kindness!" The village chief looked up and said lightly.

After Jiang Ling heard what the village chief said, he didn't refuse or agree. He just nodded to the village chief and returned home by himself.

After returning home, Jiang Ling asked the three children to divide the cotton sent by A Fu into several parts, and then began to make mint paste.

Half an hour passed quickly, and there were already many people standing in front of Jiang Ling's house. The village chief distributed the cotton while recording the list of personnel.

After Jiang Ling gave the cotton to the last villager, he began to teach everyone how to make simple masks. After everything was done, Jiang Ling was just about to sit down and take a rest when there was a knock on the door of his own house.

"Suihe, go and open the door!" Jiang Ling thought that some villager in Lujia Village hadn't received cotton, so he asked Jiang Suhe to open the door.

Unexpectedly, just as Jiang Suhe opened the door, he froze in place.

Jiang Ling saw something wrong with Jiang Suhe's back, and hurriedly stood up and walked beside him and asked, "Suihe, who is coming..."

Before the words fell, Jiang Ling saw the person coming at the door clearly, Jiang Ling's face immediately turned cold, she dragged Jiang Suihe behind her, and asked in an extremely cold tone: "What are you doing here?"

"What, the wings are hard? How dare you talk to me like that?"