With a brain-loving husband [travel]

Fang Yun didn't know that they were talking about his affairs, so he didn't ask too much, rubbed his right cheek which had completely subsided from swelling, turned around and went to work on his own.

Although Mo Jingcheng didn't ask him anything in the past few days, he has been carefully rubbing the medicine for him, so he recovered quickly.

The grapes produced in the half-acre field are not enough. In addition, the weather in early autumn is cool and inconvenient to dry, and some of them will inevitably be damaged. In the end, the number of raisins produced is nearly half.

Knowing what Mo Jingcheng was thinking, Tang Zhengzhi also calculated on the side, "How about buying more fields? Not only can we grow grapes, but also more wormwood. Although the business is not good now, but I Guess I can bring them all back with a raisin."

In the end, in order to show his sincerity, he added, "You also added a lot of reputation to my Shangshixuan before, and I will give you half of the silver taels to buy the land."

Mo Jingcheng remained silent, but he was also evaluating Tang Zhengzhi's words in his heart.

What he said is indeed reasonable, the poor sales of wormwood cake is only temporary.If the scope of planting is expanded, he can grow not only grapes, but also other fruits suitable for making dried fruits.

Although the cost of fruit is a bit high in this world, but fortunately there are many officials and lords in the town, so it is not a problem to sell it.Taking ten thousand steps back, if you can't sell it here, you can send it to another town.

No matter where you are, everyone always likes rare things.

There are still a large number of excellent seeds stored in the left and right databases, but they have to find some way to avoid their sight.

After careful planning, Mo Jingcheng acquiesced in the matter of buying land, "I can grow more fruits, but I need shopkeeper Tang to buy some fruit seeds for me, no matter good or bad, it's fine."

He thought in his mind that Tang Zhengzhi was a businessman and had a lot of acquaintances. Although fruits and seeds were difficult to buy, there must be channels.After buying back the fruit seeds, he quietly replaced them all with good seeds in the database.

"You're crazy! It's okay to be bad?" Tang Zhengzhi's eyes widened, "Growing grapes is hard enough, and you plan to grow other fruits? What if they all die! Among the people I've met Among them, no one dares to grow two or three kinds of fruits at a time!"

Even Fang Yun, who had seen the cultivation of fine grapes with his own eyes, widened his eyes in disbelief when he heard this.

It's no wonder that planting crops is all done by hand, and there is no other technology, so it is naturally difficult to live.

But Mo Jingcheng smiled lightly.

Instead of planting two or three species at a time, plant more than a dozen species, as long as the field is large enough.

"The grapes are extremely difficult to take care of among fruits. Now, isn't it possible to make them?" Mo Jingcheng said with a smile, "The same principle applies to growing fruits, as long as they are planted in the correct way."

"Shopkeeper Tang travels all over the world, I believe getting these seeds is a trivial matter for you, shopkeeper." Mo Jingcheng slightly raised his fist at Tang Zhengzhi, "I will buy the land and leave it to me."

Although Tang Zhengzhi was used to hearing flattery in the business world, Mo Jingcheng's voice was already deep, with a bit of refreshing warmth, just like the breeze on an autumn night. At this moment, it sounded not only false, but sincere Incomparable.

Tang Zhengzhi was stunned when he looked at the man in front of him who was humbly lowering his eyes.

When he saw Mo Jingcheng for the first time, he was keenly aware that although this man was dressed in coarse linen, he had a gentle temperament, and his demeanor revealed an aura that did not belong to his identity as a rough countryman.

He knew that this person must not be simple.

This is why he chose to cooperate with Mo Jingcheng without hesitation.

For people in the business field, the first sight is especially important.If he trusts, he will be able to give his whole heart; if he feels that the other party is false, then he will erect a thick wall.

Now, he has seen how extraordinary Mo Jingcheng is.

Like someone out of this world.

But soon, Tang Zhengzhi rejected this idea in his heart.

A person who does not belong to this world, is it possible that he is still a ghost in the storybook?

In this way, things are settled like this.

Without further ado, Tang Zhengzhi took a short rest the next day, left behind the silver taels for buying the land, and set off in a hurry.

And Mo Jingcheng and Fang Yun did not rest, and went to the village chief to discuss the matter of buying the land.

In Xinghua Village, fields can be bought and sold among the villagers, but they must first obtain the permission of the village head, and then negotiate among the villagers, so the two have to go to the village head to discuss.

The village head was already optimistic about Mo Jingcheng and Fang Yun, and after hearing about their plans, he naturally agreed.

"It's just..." the village chief hesitated for a moment, "All the good fields in the village have been used up, and there are still a few acres of wasteland left, all of which are on the mountainside. It's not far from Brother Yun's field."

After a pause, the village chief frowned, as if thinking of some inconvenience, he continued: "The few acres of land belong to that kid Chen Pingqun."

Mo Jingcheng just saw that the village head seemed to be entangled, and he was a little confused.But when he heard that the few acres of land belonged to Chen Pingqun, he knew it.

Chen Pingqun was the one who raised objections when he was working as a scarecrow.The village head knew that Chen Pingqun had opinions on Mo Jingcheng, but he didn't know how to persuade him.

But the village head can also understand, after all, to the people of Xinghua Village, Mo Jingcheng is an outsider.Xinghua Village has always been closed, and rarely accepts an outsider's household registration certificate.

"The few acres of land were left by his ancestors, because his father passed away, and only he and his mother were left. One mu of fertile land was enough to support them, so they didn't need to take care of it."

"If you want to buy it, of course I can help you communicate." Although the village head said so, he didn't know what to do.

Chen Pingqun had a stubborn temper. If he said he would not accept it, then he was really choked up and unwilling to accept it.Therefore, there are no scarecrows in his fertile fields now.

But fortunately, Chen Pingqun grows few crops, which seldom attracts big bugs and tramples on the fields.

Although he knew it was difficult to buy land, Mo Jingcheng still wanted to try, so he thanked the village chief and went to Chen Pingqun's house with the village chief.

Xu Yuanqi, who was at the side, heard about it, and put his head together: "Brother Mo, Father, are you going to buy fields from Chen Pingqun's house? I'll go too!"

Although the village chief loves his only son, he still can't help but drive him away when he interferes with important matters, so he slapped him on the head and scolded, "What are you going to do, have you finished the homework assigned by the master? "

Xu Yuanqi was not annoyed when he was hit on the head, he grinned and said, "It's all done!"

It didn't matter if Xu Yuanqi left or left, so the village head reluctantly followed him.

Bypassing a small stream, he arrived at Chen Pingqun's house.

It is a small tile-roofed house. There is an acre of field in front of the tile-roofed house. There are some lettuce and other small vegetables planted in the field. The quantity is not many, but it is green and oily, and it looks like it has been carefully taken care of.

The most noticeable thing is a big tree next to the tile-roofed house. Although it is much smaller than the century-old apricot tree in the village, it is also much stronger than ordinary trees.

There is a well-carved swing hanging between the trunks, which is very interesting as it sways with the wind.

"I didn't expect Boy Chen to be so interesting. I don't know when he made a swing." The village chief was busy with work and rarely came here. When he saw the swing, he couldn't help but muttered with a smile.

Thinking of Chen Pingqun in the past, the village chief couldn't help sighing: "I watched him grow up. This boy lost his father when he was young, and his mother was paralyzed in bed due to an accident. He did everything to make a living at a young age. Serving A Niang wholeheartedly, I seldom have time to relax, let alone play around."

"It's not easy for this kid, so he has a tough temper. Don't blame him, Mo boy."

Mo Jingcheng responded.

Fang Yun on the side lowered his eyes and couldn't help but think of himself.Although he has parents, he still has a hard life, and he used to do anything to make ends meet.

As if aware of the other party's emotions, Mo Jingcheng stroked Fang Yun's back silently.Only then did the latter realize that he shouldn't have thought about this, so he smiled guiltily at him.

Mo Jingcheng returned to comfort him.

Unexpectedly, Xu Yuanqi at the side was not bothered at all. When he saw the swing, he jumped forward, and after sitting on it, he swayed familiarly.

The movements are smooth and smooth, without any exception, as if it has been done many times, and the eyes are narrowed into a slit when smiling.

After all, he is a teenager, a playful age.

The village chief was stunned for a while, and then realized with a smile and scolded: "Okay, Xu Yuanqi, so you came with me to play on the swing?"

Being poked, the boy sticks out his tongue embarrassingly, playing with himself.

Perhaps the movement of the swing was a little too loud. After a while, Chen Pingqun came out to check.

He went to look at the swing at a glance, and sure enough, he saw Xu Yuanqi sitting and playing on the swing, and a trace of tenderness appeared between his fierce brows.

"Brother Pingqun!" Seeing the person coming out, Xu Yuanqi smiled so much that his brows and eyes curled up.

The warm autumn sun shone on the boy, and everything seemed to be shining brightly.

But soon, Chen Pingqun saw Mo Jingcheng and his party, and immediately withdrew his imperceptible tenderness, and looked over vigilantly with a frown.

The village chief was still thinking about something, so he didn't notice anything unusual, so he went forward, "Boy Chen, is your mother feeling better?"

Chen's mother needs medicine all the year round, so her bones are naturally weak.

Chen Pingqun didn't answer. He still stared at Mo Jingcheng, but he nodded because of the village chief's face.

Hearing this, Xu Yuanqi jumped off the swing again, yelling: "I'm going to talk to Aunt Chen!" Before he finished speaking, he jumped into the room in twos and threes.

"Boy Chen, we came to you to discuss something with you." The village head looked at the back of his only son leaving helplessly, and said to Chen Pingqun.

Since the village head opened his mouth, Chen Pingqun couldn't drive people away, so he had no choice but to lead the group to the hall.

"Buy my land?!" Chen Pingqun stood up abruptly, and the chair behind him was brought to the ground because of too much movement, making a heavy muffled sound.

The hall and the back room are very close, and Mother Chen heard the noise immediately, thinking that something happened, she asked hoarsely, "My son, what happened?"

Then, Xu Yuanqi calmed down, and the voice of worry disappeared again, and some laughter came out.

Chen Pingqun glanced at the back room, probably because he was afraid that his mother would be worried, so he lowered his voice and shouted angrily, "No! I won't sell the land to outsiders, even if it's 50 taels per mu!"

"Who do you think I am! It's not like I, Chen Pingqun, can't afford to support my mother without these dozens of taels!

This is the price offered by Mo Jingcheng.At the market price, one mu of barren land can only be sold for 20 taels, but it is enough to support the expenses of the villagers for a year, let alone 50 taels.

But Mo Jingcheng has the data on wasteland management in his mind, and it is easy to turn an acre of wasteland into fertile land.Although Chen Pingqun had an aggressive temper, he was also a filial son. Naturally, Mo Jingcheng didn't want to cheat the other party, so he raised the price.

Tang Zhengzhi also left several hundred taels of silver, and he also made a lot of taels from selling scarecrows and mugwort cakes, so he wasn't too worried.

Mo Jingcheng already knew that he would be rejected at first, so he didn't look too surprised. Instead, he smiled calmly and said, "Why didn't you sell it?"

Unexpectedly, the man who was still glaring just now became at a loss when he heard the question, and glanced unnaturally at the back room.