Good luck and fortune come to the end of the world, the boss brings prosperity to the whole village

If mushroom cultivation could be successful, it would be a lot of money.

Every family has relatives and friends, but this matter cannot be spread to outsiders. Has the village chief become senile?

Mrs. Bai instigated a woman to ask the village chief, "Should this also be written into the agreement? I only tell my daughter and not others, is that not okay?"

The village chief nodded and said, "Of course it should be written into the contract. There are hundreds of people in our Dashan Village, and there is no order without rules."

Mrs. Bai lowered her eyes and pouted her lips: "You have a daughter at home too. How can you resist telling her about such a good thing?"

There was obvious suspicion in his eyes.

Before the village chief could speak, Aunt Qi, who was standing beside him, put her hands on her hips and cursed, "You dirty old woman, my man is the village chief, so he's a stickler for justice. If you don't want to sign the contract, get out of here and don't gossip here. I, Qi Guihua, pat my chest and promise here today that I will never tell my daughter about the technology of cultivating mushrooms. Do you dare?"

Many people were stunned by her question. Their faces showed various expressions, some were shocked, some were suspicious, some were disdainful, and some showed greed. But in the end, only a dozen families signed the contract. These dozen families were all families who had some dealings with the third branch of the Song family. Some of them were families who had built walls for the third branch of the Song family, and some had good relationships with Aunt Wang, the village chief, and other families.

When Song Jixiang heard the news, she was not surprised. For those villagers who looked down on their third house like Bai Pozi, she had no intention of teaching them any money-making skills. They would rather live in poverty until old age. She wanted to make a fortune quietly, hehehe...

For the next two days, Song Jixiang was as busy as a top, running around the county, town, and the mountain village.

She first went to the county to transfer the land deed given by Old Man Yan. As soon as she arrived at the gate of the county town, she was caught by Steward Wu who had been waiting there in the Yan Mansion.

Wu Guanjia had a bright smile on his face, as if he had seen a relative, and he stepped forward enthusiastically: "Miss Song, you are here. Our old lady asked me to stay here every day, and asked me to invite you to visit her. She also said that if Miss Song needs any help, just let me know."

Song Jixiang smiled and said, "Thank you, Butler Wu. Your old lady is so polite."

Butler Wu waved his hands repeatedly: "No way, my young master wanted to come in person, but was persuaded by his family."

It turned out that the Yan family was so busy having fun that day that they didn't hear what Song Jixiang said. They only knew from Wen that the little girl was from Dashan Village. They thought that if they couldn't find her in the next few days, they would go to the village to look for her, but they didn't expect that she would come today.

Wu accompanied Song Jixiang to the county government office and asked the young master how many more acupuncture treatments he needed before he could stand up. Song Jixiang told him that he only needed two more times. Wu was so happy that he thanked him repeatedly and called Song Jixiang a great benefactor of their Yan family.

The two chatted all the way and unknowingly arrived at the back door of the county government office.

The guard at the door saw that it was Butler Wu, and greeted them and let them in: "Butler Wu, you are here."

Butler Wu nodded and asked, "Is the county magistrate here?"

The guard replied, "Yes, please wait a moment. I will send someone to inform them."

After a while, a palace soldier led the two men into the inner hall.

When the county magistrate saw that it was them, he asked them their purpose and asked the chief clerk to quickly prepare the transfer documents for Song Jixiang.

Song Jixiang thanked the county magistrate and was about to leave, but the county magistrate stopped her and looked at the calm girl in front of him with complicated eyes, "Song Jiawen, Wen Shi, Song Yanran, Song Jiawu and Song Youcai, are these people your relatives?"

Song Jixiang nodded and admitted straightforwardly: "It was before, but not now." Her voice was calm and firm, without a trace of ripples.

The people from the first and second branches of the Song family were now imprisoned in the cell, crying out for injustice every day. Seeing that no one paid attention, they began to curse, and the target of their curses was without exception the girl in front of them, and their curses were extremely ugly. He had them dragged out and beaten with a few boards, and only then did they behave themselves. The county magistrate felt that there was no need to tell the girl about these things.

The county magistrate said very seriously: "Your good fortune is yet to come!"

The person who harmed her family went to jail, but she and her family are getting better and better! Isn't this a blessing?

After leaving the county town, Song Jixiang went back to the town without stopping, met with Qin Sanniang, and confirmed all matters related to the opening of the pastry shop.

Qin Sanniang moved into the backyard of the pastry shop with some of her clothes and hired two maids to help. Everything was ready, and she was just waiting for the day to open her pastry shop.