Farming Little Husband Makes a Fortune

The next day, He Jun cooked some porridge and drank a bowl, then put osmanthus cake and persimmon cakes in two bamboo baskets and went to Jingwen's house.

When Xu Huizhi saw He Jun's face blossomed into a smile, Jing Wen was also at home today and the media kiln had not started work for two days.

Xiao Jingrong was the happiest and rushed forward and shouted sweetly: "Brother, you are here, I started to miss you since you left yesterday."

He Jun gently squeezed his apple-like face and said to Xu Huizhi, "I made osmanthus cake and persimmon cake yesterday, and now I bring them here for you to try."

He Jun took the sweet-scented osmanthus cake and dried persimmon cake and placed them in the hands of the three of them respectively, then watched them try them eagerly, expecting their comments.

Persimmons are often made and everyone has eaten them, but no one has ever made osmanthus cakes in Ewan Village.

With a childlike heart, Rong'er eagerly took a big bite on the spot: "Wow, it's delicious, big brother's cooking is really delicious."

Jing Wen and Xu Huizhi tasted it and praised the taste.

Jing Wen took a look at He Jun quite unexpectedly, he didn't expect He Jun to be so ingenious, and he admired him more and more in his heart.

He Jun said: "I want to sell the sweet-scented osmanthus cake and persimmon cake. This should be easy to sell, right?"

Xu Huizhi: "No one else has tried this and it tastes good. I think it should be easy to sell. Generally, you have to go to the county market to sell it. It takes more than an hour to walk, so go by carriage."

He Jun was a little discouraged when he heard that he wanted to take a carriage. How did he know where to get a carriage.

Jing Wen saw his disappointment: "The village head has it at home. I'm fine today. I'll accompany you to borrow it, and then I'll take you to the market."

He Jun looked at Jing Wen with a small spark of emotion in his heart: "That is really troublesome for you."

"It's a good feeling, Mr. He, you may have never been to the market, so let Jing Wen take you there and stroll around."

He Jun took out some sweet-scented osmanthus cakes and dried persimmons and put them on the table: "Give these to Rong'er and the others to taste."

Rong'er ate happily one bite at a time: "Thank you, big brother."

Jing Wen took He Jun to the village chief's house, and He Jun remembered the field he liked at the foot of Yuemingling Mountain. If he wanted to grow vegetables and fruit trees there, he had to rent it, and he should ask the village chief for it. Rent it, why not ask Jing Wen.

"I want to rent a piece of vegetable land to grow vegetables, do I have to rent it from the village chief?"

"Yes, which piece of land do you want to rent?"

"In the field at the foot of Yueming Ridge."

"Yueming Ridge is quite out of the way. The village head is actually a big landowner with a lot of land. You said that place is not his private property. Yueming Ridge belongs to the village's land, and you have to rent it from the village head, but the rent goes to the village. of."

"Oh." He Jun lowered his head and thought for a while before asking what he was most concerned about: "What do you think is the rent for the field in Yueming Ridge? If it is bought, it will be about how much money."

He Jun wanted to find out some truths first, so that he knew what was going on.

"The area there is quite large, so it's hard to say now. I'll ask him for you when I get to the village chief's house."

The two walked to the village chief's house while chatting.

The village chief's house is more grand than the houses of other people in the village. The big landlords are different with blue bricks and red tiles. The yard is like a small garden, which is very beautiful, and it has the momentum of a small local tyrant's house.

The door of the village chief's house was open, and Jing Wen took He Jun directly into the familiar door and familiar way to the hall, and shouted: "Village chief, is the village chief there?"

He Junzheng was thinking that Jing Wen must be very familiar with the village head, when he heard a hearty laughter from the door: "Why are you here, nephew?"

A fat man in his 50s who came in was the village chief Fang Hongjianfang.

It seems that the village chief Fang has a little relationship with Jing Wen's father, so his attitude towards Jing Wen will be more kind than others.