Traveling through time with billions of supplies to become a farmer's little fortune

The next morning, the village chief stood on a big rock with red eyes and shouted to encourage everyone: "Everyone only needs to dig another two meters before we can finish the work. Work harder and go back early."

Everything is going smooth.

With a loud splash, finally, through everyone's joint efforts, a one-meter-wide ditch was built from the mountains to the fields.

It extends vertically and horizontally to every village, and now each village only needs to continue digging to its own rice field.

I saw a rapid stream of water gushing out from the ground and flowing rapidly down the mountain along the ditch.

When the county magistrate brought his people over early in the morning, he saw all the people cheering, and the children were following the current and rushing down the mountain.

No one could outrun the water, and soon the water flowed to the foot of the mountain. Countless crops shook their heads in anticipation of water finally arriving.

The spring water sparkled in the sunlight.

People saw hope.

I saw the water of hope gushing out and rolling in.

The ditch was clearly only one meter wide, but it was inexplicably magnified and looked like a roiling sea with huge waves approaching.

The eyes of the elderly people in the village were red and tears fell tremblingly.

"There is water now, there is really water. We don't have to flee from famine or die of thirst! No one will starve to death."

"There is water, there is water, the wheat can be saved."

Some people were digging a small piece of dry and cracked yellow soil in their own fields.

Until a hole was dug in every corner of his land and connected to the fork of the water flow.

Those dry fields absorbed the water madly. The water flowed into the wheat fields and sank into the cracks in an instant, and then a steady stream of water came.

The shriveled ears of wheat seemed to be injected with hope, swaying in the sun and the summer breeze.

The villagers standing on the ridges of the fields cried with joy.

The people of Liujia Village also took advantage of everyone's inattention and wanted to continue digging the water flow to their village.

Naturally, someone saw this scene and shouted, “Fuck! These bastards are not allowed to be given water.”

"I just can't give it to you no matter what. Don't we have wells at home? Just use your own."

When the people from Liujia Village saw this, they all spat into the water.

This has really caused public outrage.

Old Mrs. Qian was already in her fifties or sixties, but she was quite powerful at this moment. She jumped up and slapped the Liujia Village man closest to her on the back of the head.

"You are a useless thing that harms others. You are lazy as hell among your own villagers, and now you don't think others are better than you, right? I will beat you bad guys to death."

When the man was hit for the first time, he was stunned on the spot.

After he came to his senses, he started cursing: "You damn old woman, how dare you hit me? I'm going to beat you to death."

But before he raised his hand, he felt countless cold gazes piercing him. The man looked up and found that there were many people surrounding him.

These are the muscular bodies of the middle-aged laborers who dug ditches. Not to mention the ruffians and lazy people in Liujia Village, how could they be a match for this group of people?

When the man saw this scene, he swallowed his saliva, turned around and tried to run, but was pinned to the ground and beaten by several farmers!

The village head came over with his hands behind his back and said in a serious tone, "The head of Liujia Village cannot control his own villagers and is not qualified for this position. He should step down and let someone more capable take over."

As soon as these words were spoken, several sons of the Liujia Village chief stood up and started cursing at the head of the village.

"Don't think that just because you are a small village head, you can easily let my father come down. This matter is really not up to you."

Suddenly, I heard a heavy voice from the man behind me, "Oh, really? What if I said that?"

The people who were still arguing turned around and found that it was the county magistrate and a group of yamen runners standing behind them.

"Mr. County Magistrate"

Passersby all bowed to the county magistrate.

The county magistrate angrily said to the people of Liujia Village: "Since you have not contributed, you should not enjoy the results. If you cause trouble again, you can only reflect on yourself in the dungeon of the county government.

In addition, the head of Liujia Village cannot play a leading role, so we will start to elect a new head of Liujia Village tomorrow. Let the head of the village supervise. That's it, everyone can go home."

No one in Liujia Village dared to say anything more, especially the village chief, who knew very well that this was the best outcome.

If the county magistrate pursues the matter, I will inevitably be thrown into jail.

After everyone had left, the county magistrate followed the head of the village and the village chief.

……

Su Muyao was pestering her father at home to buy some pig offal.

"My dear, what's so delicious about that? People only eat that because they can't afford meat. If you're craving for it, daddy will buy you some pork belly."

"No, Dad told you that I want to buy it and try to cook it. If it is successful, we will sell braised large intestines and braised pork in the future."

"My dear, selling braised pig intestines is really not a good idea, because only people who can't afford meat will buy pig offal.

How could someone who is willing to spend money on food buy these pig offal?

Old Mrs. Su finally couldn't stand it anymore and said, "Just buy her whatever Sanlangguaibao wants. If she wants to expend some effort, let her do it. It doesn't cost much."

"Mom, just spoil her. It's a waste of money if she wants to try everything."

Su Muyao ran to Old Lady Su and acted like a spoiled child. "Grandma is still the best. When I earn money, I will buy you some fancy clothes."

This made Old Mrs. Su very happy and said, "Okay, okay, I will buy it for your father when the time comes."

Su Muyao nodded heavily and said, "I won't buy it for him."

Su Sanlang just thought it was funny, but he didn't waste any time and quickly went to the town to buy some pig offal and also bought some of the meat his daughter had mentioned.

After coming back, Su Muyao took her aunt, second aunt, and her mother and started to get busy.

First, he cleaned the pig's offal, and then asked his father to go to the bamboo forest and cut a large bamboo.

Old Man Su and Su Sanlang were embroidering bamboo sticks in the yard, and the boys had not yet returned from school.

Old Mrs. Su looked at her granddaughter who was busy working nearby and asked, "My dear, are you really not going to go to this school? You haven't been studying for long, yet you really know everything."

"Grandma, I know all those words. The teacher praised me for being smart and being able to learn them quickly."

"Okay, okay, my sweetheart is smart and can recognize words. So when should she start learning housework?"

When Su Muyao heard this, she immediately frowned and said, "Grandma, I don't like that kind of needlework for girls. I want to do business and earn a lot of money for you."

At this time Qin Meijuan said, "You can leave the business to your uncles and brothers. It's not appropriate for a girl to show her face in public."

"What my aunt said is not true, there are female officials in the court now.

Most of the people who set up stalls in the market town are women. Is there any saying that women cannot show their faces in public? "