Rural Shennong

After Chen Ping half-filled his stomach with tea and left Lei Jialan's office, Lin Yuru's formalities were also completed.

Holding the land approval note, Chen Ping took Lin Yuru through several departments, and it was not until evening that the land was finalized.

With Lin Yuru working on the construction of the factory, Chen Ping didn't need to intervene.

Widow Miao learned that Lin Yuru's new factory in Yuncheng had started construction, and she was anxious to take root in Yuncheng.

Before Chen Ping wanted to build a planting base around Yuncheng, it took a lot of effort.

Widow Miao didn't have as many skills as Chen Ping, and she couldn't find a place suitable for farming.

As soon as Chen Ping returned to Tangpu Village, he was blocked by Widow Miao.

"Ah Ping, you can't favor one person over another. You have to help me fix my breeding base, or I'll stay here and never leave!"

Chen Ping rubbed his nose, and said in embarrassment: "What do you mean by favoring one over another?"

Widow Miao snorted coldly: "Don't think I don't know about you and Yuru, I'm also your woman, if you help her and don't help me, why don't you treat one as the other?"

Chen Ping was exposed, and suddenly became angry from embarrassment: "It's against you, you still dare to threaten me, don't you?"

Widow Miao was subdued and pleaded repeatedly for mercy, and Chen Ping let her go.

After the cloud and rain passed, the widow Miao coiled around Chen Ping like an octopus, and said softly: "I think this Tangpu village is pretty good, and the land is much larger than the village in Jiang'an."

"You can just find a place and do farming for me?"

The corners of Chen Ping's eyes twitched: "Do you think I'm the head of Tangpu Village?"

Widow Miao climbed onto Chen Ping, put her elbows on Chen Ping's chest, and looked at him with a smile on her chin: "You are not the village chief, but your words are more effective than the village chief."

"I see that everyone in Tangpu Village, old and young, listen to you."

Chen Ping was a little worried.

After all, Tangpu Village is a suburban village directly under the jurisdiction of the provincial capital, and the land is indeed not small.

But he grows vegetables, medicinal materials, and sorghum for wine making.

With the development of Pingxin Restaurant, the places to grow vegetables and raise fragrant pork have to continue to expand.

Chen Ping is still thinking about transforming that swamp to raise fish.

Now Widow Miao wants to raise cattle again.

After Lin Yuru's milk factory was built, it was really troublesome to transport fresh milk from Jiang'an.

Sooner or later, thinking of this, Chen Ping made a decision: "Let me first give you the place reserved for growing vegetables in the future to raise cattle!"

Widow Miao put her arms around Chen Ping's neck and kissed him on the cheek: "I knew you were the best for me."

Chen Ping smiled slightly: "Then how can you thank me?"

Widow Miao gave him a charming look, and slowly slid into the bed like a snake.

Early the next morning, Chen Ping strolled to the sorghum field refreshed, playing a ditty.

The half-ripe sorghum was fully mature under the nourishment of the spiritual liquid fertilizer.

The tassels on the sorghum stalks are very full, far from being comparable to ordinary sorghum.

Chen Ping rubbed a few grains of sorghum and chewed them in his mouth. An indescribable sweetness instantly filled his entire mouth.

Chen Ping nodded in satisfaction: "With this top-quality sorghum, the wine brewed must be the best in the world, right?"

"What's your name?"

While Chen Ping was thinking about what to call the wine that would be brewed in the future, Lei's family was also talking about wine.

Although the winery was owned by Lei Jialan, the old lady gave her the winery, and it was originally under the direct management of the Lei family.

Lei Luan heard the report from the people below that Lei Jialan asked the people in the factory to make technical changes, so she immediately called Lei Jialan back.

"I heard that you want to brew wine, is there such a thing?" Lei Luan held a small blue and white porcelain tea bowl, sipping tea gracefully.

In the room besides her, there are Lei Feng, the old lady of the Lei family, and Lei Jialan's aunt, Lei Feng, and her husband.

Decades ago, Lei Feng was just an orphan adopted by the Lei family.

She only knew that her biological father's surname was Feng, and after marrying Mr. Lei who had passed away, she changed her name to Lei Feng's.

The old lady was able to take the position of the mistress of the Lei family from an adopted orphan, of course, the means are not ordinary.

But on the surface, she is kind-hearted.

Standing behind the old lady, Lei Jialan rubbed her shoulders, and weakly answered her mother's words: "Yes! I not only want to make wine, but also make good wine!"

"Dang!" Lei Luan put the teacup on the table, "Nonsense, it's not like you haven't brewed wine before."

"How did it turn out? Can your wine, whether it's brand or taste, compare to Yang's Lingnan Tequ?"

"Isn't it because the Yang family can only make medical alcohol?"

"I don't know what you have to make a fuss about, why don't you wait to see Yang Hanye, and have to fight with him?"

As soon as Lei Luan mentioned Yang Hanye, Lei Jialan couldn't help but jump.

She almost told about her cooperation with Chen Ping.

But Lei Jialan also knew that Lei Luan was not willing to make wine if she wanted to make wine, if Chen Ping was mentioned again, Lei Luan would have to mess up this matter.

Thinking of this, Lei Jialan poked her neck and said, "What's wrong with me going against him?"

"Don't say I don't want to marry him, even if I marry into the Yang family in the future, the women of our Lei family will not care about seeing other people's faces!"

What she said made Lei Luan speechless.

The Lei family's yin flourishes and yang declines, and the women of the Lei family have always been strong.

Lei Jialan's father who passed away was married to Lei's family back then. When he was alive, his sense of existence was extremely low, and Lei Luan had the final say in the family.

The same goes for her aunt Lei Feng, even though her husband is the captain of the Lingnan Provincial Security Corps, he fears his wife like a tiger.

After all, his position was also obtained by relying on the connections of the Lei family.

Not to mention Mrs. Lei, she is a woman who can wrestle with Bao Weiguo, and even Yang Caishen is afraid of her.

Lei Feng covered her mouth and giggled when she heard this, "I think it's okay, the women of our Lei family should not be underestimated by outsiders."

"I support Jialan!"

"Jia Lan, if you don't have enough money, Auntie will invest in you and make some money!"

Lei Luan said angrily: "Second brother, why don't you make more trouble?"

Old lady Lei glanced at Lei Luan: "Jialan wants to make drinking wine, let her do it."

"Even if you can't do it this time, you can still accumulate some experience."

"In the future, when she gets married with the Yang family, she can also manage the Yang family's winery by the way."

Lei Jialan stomped her feet: "Grandma, you must let me marry Yang Hanye, right?"

Lei Feng patted Lei Jialan's hand: "Girl, you are not too young, you have to get married."

"When I was your age, your mother and your aunt could run all over the place!"

Lei Jialan pursed her lips: "Do women have to marry? I think being single is fine."

Lei Feng's cane slammed: "Nonsense! You should marry a boy and a girl. Do you really want to be an old girl forever? Our Lei family can't afford to lose that face!"

"At the end of the year at the latest, you will marry me to the Yang family!"

Lei Jialan's eyes were red: "I just won't marry him, if you force me, I will die for you."

After finishing speaking, she ran out of the hall, leaving only a few crystal clear tears on the ground.