Poisonous Peasant ‘Concubine’

I remember that the seawater is poured back in around October every year, right? Is the water level high? How long does it take to flow back?

Turning his head to face them, Ling Jingxuan asked seriously, a certain plan to make a fortune has taken root in his heart, but... the money needed in the early stage is not a small amount!

Ling Jingpeng and Han Fei were not very clear about this matter, and their gazes turned to Zhao Dalong at the same time. Therefore, Ling Jingxuan's gaze also turned.

Well, every year around mid-October, the seawater from the tributaries of the inland sea will pour in. The water level is not very high, about a foot or so, and it will take a month or two to flow back.

Facing the expectant gazes of the three, Zhao Dalong, a tall and black man, couldn't help being a little shy, but he said it very clearly.

That's right, let's go, let's go to the market.

Hearing this, Ling Jingxuan laughed so hard not to mention how excited he was, now is June, and there are still four months until October, but if he wants to implement his plan, he must collect at least a thousand taels of silver within three months. Difficult, but it's human, isn't it? Haha... I made a fortune this time!

Brother, what are you talking about?

The three of them were dumbfounded by him. They couldn't understand why he was excited. Could it be that he could still grow something in that wasteland?

It has to be said that they are the truth, although they basically don't believe it.

It's nothing, what I say now is empty talk, I will tell you in detail when the time is ripe.

Turning his head and blinking mysteriously, Ling Jingxuan rarely showed a mischievous look. The three of them looked at each other, all the two monks were confused, and they became more and more puzzled and curious when they looked at his slender back.

Daddy, what are you looking at?

The ox cart started again, the little bun dropped the iron baby and climbed onto Ling Jingxuan's lap and asked curiously, the big bun next to him also turned to him when he heard the words, Ling Jingxuan pinched his nose dotingly, hooked his lips and said mysteriously: Of course it's about money.

Daddy lied, where did the money come from in the wasteland?

The little bun pouted his small mouth and complained unceremoniously, and the big bun tacitly gave him a look of contempt, but the three big men Ling Jingpeng quietly raised their ears. For some reason, they always felt that Ling Jingxuan's words were hidden A very deep artistic conception, just based on what they have seen and known, it is impossible to penetrate.

Hehe... What are you lying to me? If you don't believe me, just wait and see. Daddy will one day turn that barren half-salt land into a mountain of gold and silver.

Talking too much about some things will make people think that he is insane, and they will know when the day he actually implements it.

Dad, don't you want to buy those lands?

The little bun is still confused, but the big bun is sensitive and stares at him defensively. God knows that he is most afraid of what his father will say to make a lot of money, because every time he is accompanied by his whims, the money in the family will flow like water. Flowers outside, such as buying those clay pots and digging ponds to raise fish and so on.

Cough cough... Xiaowen, how can anyone just want to make money and don't want to spend money? Doing business requires capital, don't don't don't... Don't be angry first, Daddy promises you that you will never use your money, okay?

Halfway through speaking, he seemed to be shouting again, Ling Jingxuan quickly raised his hand and surrendered, he was really afraid of him.

Isn't all my money and your money our family's money? Dad, I didn't tell you, money isn't spent like that...

Yes, here it is again, the big bun is nagging like chanting scriptures, Ling Jingxuan only feels a pain in his forehead, so he can't wait to seal his mouth, Ling Jingpeng and Han Fei raised the corners of their lips one after another when they saw this, this kid is fine with everything, just Every time I talk about money, I immediately change my face. Is it really a headache?

Chapter 026 Datong Town, Selling Fish

Lingjia Village is affiliated to Datong Town, Qingyang County. It is located in the south-central area of ​​the territory of the Qing Dynasty. Datong Town is not big or small. Due to its special geographical environment, water and land routes are well developed, and there are many businessmen. However, Datong Town and even Qingyang County are not rich, because the tributaries of the Inland Sea have caused nearly half of the land in the territory to be in a state of abandonment.

After bumping on the bullock cart for almost half an hour, Ling Jingxuan and his party finally arrived at the town, because today was the day of the fair, there were already people setting up stalls at the market, and the two rows of shops on Qingshi Road also opened early. After going through the door, they greeted the coming and going guests. Ling Jingxuan and the two steamed buns sitting on the ox cart were the first time to go to the town to go to the market. Ling Jingxuan was fine, why haven't they met before? At most, I was just curious. The two steamed buns were different. My four eyes were busy looking around, and I could not wait to jump out of the car and visit the whole Datong town.

Brother Zhao, where are we going?

Dotingly rubbed the little bun's head, Ling Jingxuan raised his head to look at Zhao Dalong, who was sitting in front. It's been a while since they entered the market, right?

We will send you directly to the fish market. In the past few years, Datong Town has changed from what it used to be under the management of the county magistrate. There is a special area for selling everything. The fish market is at the end of the market.

It was not Zhao Dalong who answered him, but Han Fei.

Well, this magistrate of Hu is quite capable, but isn't magistrate usually a three-year term? I remember that magistrate Hu was appointed in Qingyang County five years ago. Why is he still in office now?

If there is a plan, there will be no chaos. If it wasn't for him five years ago, I'm afraid the original owner and the little bun would have died long ago, right? An ancient person who can have this ability is considered a high talent.

Hey... It's not like there's no one above. Magistrate Hu is really a good official. When the three-year term expires, we all thought he would be promoted. Who knows...

Speaking of this, Han Fei couldn't help sighing again and again. Magistrate Hu is a good official who serves the country and the people. What a pity...

Don't talk too much, people will be numb to hear

annoyed.

Zhao Dalong, who was always taciturn, turned his head and said in a low voice, Han Fei moved his lips, but he didn't say anything.

Ha ha……

Seeing this, Ling Jingxuan smiled slightly. He could understand Zhao Dalong's behavior. Officials protect each other since ancient times. Everyone knows it, but no one dares to say it, because the consequences are not something that ordinary people can bear.

Jing Peng? And Jing Xuan, why are you here?

When the bullock cart passed a grocery store, a young man who had just sent off the guests suddenly stopped them. The moment he saw Ling Jingxuan, the man's fair and gentle face slid with surprise, and then he raised a bright and enthusiastic smile. , Ling Jingxuan swept away lightly, and recognized his identity almost instantly. The second son of the uncle's family, Ling Jingwei, was two years older than him. Because of reading for a few years, he worked in a grocery store when he was a teenager, and later married the shopkeeper. 's daughter, became the accountant.

Brother Jingwei.

Ling Jingpeng glanced at Ling Jingxuan unnaturally, scratched his head and let out a shy cry.

They are Ling Wen and Ling Wu, right? They look so cute, wait, wait...

Ling Jingwei didn't seem to mind their estrangement, smiled and patted the heads of the two children, turned around and hurried into the shop, and rushed out in a few minutes, holding three oil paper bags in his hands and stuffing them into the little buns: This is sweet-scented osmanthus cake, take it and eat it when you're hungry.

No, we're not hungry.

Avoiding his hand, the three steamed buns shyly refused.

This... Jing Xuan?

Ling Jingwei couldn't hide his embarrassment, and looked for help to Ling Jingxuan, who had never spoken.

Take it.

Thank you, Uncle!

With Ling Jingxuan speaking, Ling Wen and the three did not dare to push back and accept it after a moment's hesitation. Ling Jingwei couldn't help but smile again, looking at Ling Wen and Ling Wu with a twisted and strange doting, and accepting everything. Ling Jingxuan's eyes sank: Brother Jingwei, we still have something to do. We will talk about it next time.

After all, Zhao Dalong tacitly drove the ox cart with his whip and didn't even give him a chance to refuse. Ling Jingwei had been standing at the door of the shop stupidly until the ox cart was submerged in the sea of ​​people, and he turned his fists tightly back to the shop.

Brother, don't get too close to Brother Jingwei, he...

Ling Jingpeng, who wanted to say something, swallowed the rest of the words when he swept the little bun, and his young and immature face was full of embarrassment and entanglement.

Hehe... let's go back and talk about something.

Ling Jingwei looked very enthusiastic at first glance, but if he thought about it carefully, it was a lot of omissions. Who in the family didn't think of him and the two children as monsters? I can't wait to completely obliterate the shame of his family. Ling Jingwei is good. The first time we met, he gave something enthusiastically. It was a bit too obvious. Although he couldn't guess his purpose for the time being, but... if he was caught by such a thing It's a calculation, he Ling Jingxuan might as well hit himself to death.

Um.

Ling Jingpeng nodded, but his eyes always swept to Ling Wenling Wu, his eyes were full of worry and anger.

The fish market is located at the end of the market. Although they went out early, they took a lot of time on the road. The good stalls were basically occupied. Zhao Dalong could only drive the ox cart to the farthest corner. The big wooden barrel was moved down, and the three steamed buns stood obediently holding oil paper bags.