In the year of disaster in the book, the villain girl is the real winner

On his way out of the city, He Qiudi also went to the grocery store and the grain store, and put some more flour and rice in his backpack, as well as twenty kilograms of corn and two kilograms of pork.

There is no corn in Dazhou.

She took this corn out from the space.

Corn has a high yield per mu, and she had originally planned to buy wasteland from the village to reclaim. Now that the Li family wants to sell land, she will buy the Li family's ready-made dry land to grow corn, sweet potatoes, and some legumes.

On the way back to the village, He Qiudi stopped and walked along the road, releasing water along the way.

When we were almost home, it was almost ten o'clock.

Several villagers gathered at the old well at the entrance of the village, and they all looked unhappy.

He Qiudi knew what was going on without even looking.

She did not release water into the old wells and ponds, and the drought in Shiliu Village became even more severe.

There were no He family members at the entrance of the village.

Maybe everyone was busy plowing the fields and threshing wheat and millet.

She carried a bamboo basket and went to the village entrance to rest for a while.

Recently she has been releasing water into Shiliu Village. The groundwater level in Shiliu Village has risen a little, but not much, so there is still some water in the old well, but the water is flowing out slowly and the supply cannot meet the demand. There is not much water in the ditch from the old well to the storage pond outside the village.

Old Mrs. Li is still selling her own fertile fields and dry land to the villagers.

The package price was reduced from forty taels of silver yesterday to thirty taels of silver, but still no one was interested.

Everyone who had money listened to Mr. He and used their spare money to buy food.

The money left behind is life-saving money and coffin money.

I won’t easily use it to buy land.

If the drought continues in the future, people in Shiliu Village will also flee from the famine, and then they will suffer losses on the land they bought.

He Qiudi listened to people gossiping for a while when she heard He Sanlang appear out of nowhere.

"Aunt, aunt, you are finally back. I have come to the village entrance to see you several times. Aunt, let me help you carry the basket. Oh, it is so heavy. What did you buy?"

He Sanlang ran over and tried to carry the bamboo basket that He Qiudi brought back, but he failed to lift it.

He Qiudi reached out and touched He Sanlang's head, then took out the bag of rice from the backpack and handed it to him.

"You take this, and I'll carry the rest."

Five liters of rice, five liters of wheat, and twenty kilograms of corn. He Sanlang, who was only nine years old, certainly could not carry them.

After He Qiudi put the bamboo basket on his back, he took out a cloth bag from his pocket.

"This was given to me during the banquet. Take it back and share it with Qinglu and the others later."

In fact, it was handmade nougat that she took from the port space.

"Thank you, aunt~"

When the two returned to the He family, the people from the He family surrounded them.

Old Lady He said distressedly, "Why did you bring back food? If you said you would bring back food, I would have asked Dalang to go with you."

He Qiudi said, "I was only planning to buy rice and flour to improve my food. But I met a camel merchant who was about to leave for Xirong, and I bought some food from the merchants in Haishi."

Old Lady He asked curiously, "What kind of food?"

“That’s the corn.”

As he spoke, He Qiudi took out the bag of corn, placed it on the ground and opened it, revealing the corn kernels inside that were as dazzling as gold.

The appearance of sweet potatoes gave her inspiration.

If corn and sweet potatoes can be promoted in Ningyuan Prefecture, it will be able to effectively alleviate famine and relieve the pressure brought by war and drought.

With her port space, it would be no problem for her to support Pomegranate Village, Willow Village and Peach Blossom Village.

It is also close to Ningyuan County.

By then, the three villages combined will have a population of over a thousand.

At least with her own abilities, she can provide shelter.

After enduring these three years of drought, when the drought is over, Ningyuan Prefecture will usher in several years of good weather and good harvests.

After this, He Huaijin and He Huaibi passed the imperial examinations and were able to move to the capital with their entire He family.

Old Lady He asked, "I've never seen this before. How do you eat it? It's such a big grain of rice, and you can't cook it."

He Qiudi explained, "The camel merchant said that this can be ground into broken rice and cooked or stewed. Or it can be ground into flour and steamed into steamed buns. But mother, I plan to plant it. The camel merchant said that corn is drought-resistant and its yield per mu is much higher than that of millet. One mu of land requires two and a half to three liters of grain seeds. There are about thirteen liters here, which can be used to plant four or five mu of land."

Old Mrs. He hesitated: "But your father has already arranged the dry land at home."

He Qiudi said, "Old Lady Li wanted to sell it. I want to buy it."

Old Lady He frowned and said, "The weather is not good right now. If the drought continues this year, the dry land of the Li family will become wasteland. Not only will we lose the food, but we will also have to pay taxes and the money we spent on buying the land."

He Qiudi advised: "What if it rains?"

Old Lady He: “This…”

"Mother, I'll bargain with her. Fifteen taels of silver. If she's willing to sell, we'll buy it. If she's not willing, forget it. You can ask father to leave me seven or eight acres of dry land, and I'll plant corn and sweet potatoes."

Good farmland is valuable.

Dry land is not valuable.

The He family has thirty acres of dry land, and they are short of water now, so how can they arrange everything?

I can give her seven or eight acres of land.

Old Mrs. He thought that if it rained, she could buy the Li family's 15 acres of dry land and 5 acres of fertile farmland for 15 taels, which would be a good deal.

Then, thinking that He Qiudi had money, he agreed to her request.

After Old Lady He and He Qiudi finished talking, Wei smiled and said, "Our sister-in-law went to the city and remembered to bring back rice, flour and meat for the family. Who wouldn't say that the old lady is so lucky? Oh, how come the sister-in-law looks more and more beautiful? She has such a finely crafted hairpin on her head."

"Is it custom-made at Zhenbaoxuan in the city? It must be expensive. I wonder if my sister-in-law is willing to give it up and provide me with the pattern so that I can make a hairpin like this for Qingshu."

This hairpin is a silver hairpin.

It is not embellished with any jewels or jade, but just by looking at the workmanship, you can tell that it was made by an experienced craftsman.

The style is simple yet elegant and generous, setting off He Qiudi's face and adding a bit of quiet and ladylike temperament.

More importantly, Wei wanted to know whether the hairpin was given at the banquet.

He Qiudi touched the hairpin on her head and said, "This was not made by me at Zhenbaoxuan. It was given to me at the banquet. There is no pattern. If Qingshu wants it, she can only choose another style."

Old Mrs. He glared at Wei.

Don't think she can't see that Wei wants to win favor for He Qingshu at the banquet.

Really shameless.

He Qiudi raised her wrist again and said, "This bracelet was also given by him."

These hairpins and bracelets contain mysteries and cannot be lent out.

Even if you lend it out, no one else can make exactly the same one.

She had no choice but to move the brick from the banquet.

She just didn't believe that Wei would dare to ask for silver hairpins and bracelets at the banquet.

Wei laughed dryly twice: "So it was given by a noble, then forget it. When the spring rush is over, I will take Qingshu back to the city and go to Zhenbaoxuan to choose other styles."

She glanced at her daughter and found that He Qingshu had tears in her eyes and was obviously so sad that she wanted to cry.

Wei sighed silently in frustration.

Qingshu is still young and can't keep calm.