Spatial Peasant Girl: These Mad Darlings Are Delicate and Gullible

Xiaoxiao felt that she couldn't listen anymore, otherwise she might not be able to control herself at all.

Whether it was the memory of the original owner or her own experience after time travel, the Ning family's kindness to her had made her truly regard everyone as her own relatives. How could she bear it when her relatives were hurt like this?

Quickly returning to the door, she pushed the door to the wall and pretended that she had just arrived. Old man Ning, the second roommate, and even the sister-in-law who was hiding in the house and applying makeup ran out. When they saw it, it was her, and her sister-in-law Ning Xiao'e was the first to come. They started shouting: "You stinky girl, what are you doing! My rouge is all crooked, how ugly it is!"

Xiaoxiao glanced at the monkey's butt and said to herself that your ugliness has nothing to do with Rouge. Then she looked at Old Man Ning and said, "Grandpa, grandma asked me to collect my father's medical fee. Second aunt knows about it." One more word. Too lazy to tell them.

Aunt Ning wanted to tell lies, but Xiaoxiao added: "The village chief's uncle and grandma are still waiting at my house."

Second Aunt Ning:...

She had no choice but to tell the matter honestly, then took the copper coins and went back with Xiaoxiao.

She didn't know if it was an illusion, but she always felt that the way Ning Xiaoxiao looked at her on the way back to the main room was a little scary, and it gave her goosebumps.

Suppressing her hatred, Xiaoxiao quickly paid the consultation fee and sent the village chief away respectfully. By this time, Mrs. Ning already knew the reason why the village chief appeared in the big house: "You want to buy land?"

As soon as the village chief who could support Dafang left, she showed her true colors and sneered again and again: "I have money to buy land, but no money to pay for medical treatment. Do you think I am being taken advantage of?"

Mrs. Song grabbed Xiaoxiao who was about to speak. How could she let her children stand in front of her at this time, "Mom, I don't know. We got this land on credit."

There was a precedent for this matter. In order not to waste the opportunity of spring plowing, Dafang first borrowed two acres of land from the village chief and agreed to make up for the money paid for the land at the end of the year, or hand over 300 kilograms of grain.

Considering their current actual capabilities, what the Ning family wants is middle land - not as good as fertile land, but not poor land, so one acre of land costs three taels of silver, and two acres is six taels.

Mrs. Ning didn't think they had the ability to spend so much money, so she decided that these fools were going to work for free, working hard for a year, and ended up taking advantage of others.

These days, the yield from one acre of land is almost 300 jin, and it has to be fertile land. The two acres of land they borrowed can produce a total of 500 jin. It’s all smoke coming out of ancestral graves. In other words, it’s paid. After three hundred kilograms of grain, they could only have about two hundred kilograms left at most. With so many mouths in a family, it would be impossible to get enough.

Mrs. Ning secretly rejoiced in her misfortune - you didn't know how to appreciate me and had to separate the family! The injury on the boss's head could be healed by lying in the room for three days, but he had to pretend to ask the doctor to prescribe medicine. The medicine also contained expensive ginseng. Ginseng, Ning Fengnian, does he deserve to eat such expensive things?

Because she was gloating in her heart, she didn't pay much attention to what happened today. She carried her proud head and went back with Aunt Ning who came to give money.

Aunt Ning had been feeling sorry for the coins she had just given her all the way. Mrs. Ning looked down upon her worthless appearance and spat: "Take that bad luck off your face, isn't it just a few coins? Wait a minute." , and soon let them return their principal with interest.”

Everyone in the big house didn't know what bad idea Mrs. Ning was planning. After seeing off the village chief, the whole family was a little excited. Ning Erlang's eyes lit up and he still remembered asking in a low voice: "Father, mother, do we have land? Yes." Your own land?”