Cheng Qing said he wanted to plant flowers on the deserted hills, and the village houses from Wuxin Town had a bitter face.

"The little ones don't know how to plant flowers. They are delicate things. The little ones are ordinary farmers..."

He can grow rice and vegetables, but he really can't grow flowers.

Just a thin layer of poor land in the small desert hills, if things were to be planted, they would have been reclaimed long ago!

Nanyi’s top-quality fields are expensive, but wasteland is cheap. As long as you farm for a few years and then pay a sum of money to the yamen, the reclaimed wasteland can be settled. So it’s not that they are lazy and do not want to reclaim wasteland, but that place is too barren and not worth the effort.

The Young Master Cheng in front of him may not even be able to distinguish between leeks and wheat seedlings, but he has to plant flowers on the deserted hills. It’s really fantastic.

Cheng Qing was not scared:

"If you can't plant, learn. Wild grass can live on the barren hills, and small trees can live. Why can't flowers live? How to make flowers survive on the barren hills is something you need to solve. Now is not a busy farming opportunity. I will pay for those who are willing to reclaim the barren hills for me. I will bear the responsibility for the flower planting, tools and the guidance of the gardener. If you fail to plant, you will not lose any loss."

The merchant was a little moved.

Cheng Qing is the owner of the farmland. These farmers are those who have no land under their own name and live under their own name. They plant Cheng Qing's fields and pay rent to Cheng Qing every year.

Occasionally, I caught some fish in the stream and chased rabbits on the mountain, and even wanted to "promise" Cheng Qing, for fear that Cheng Qing would not continue to farm the fields for them.

Not only Cheng Qing, but also the owner of the land, the merchants would be so careful when they were the owner of the land.

Some landlords are harsh, while others are generous, all depends on the luck of the housekeeper.

The unequal status made the farmer afraid of the landlord. Cheng Qing arranged tasks for the farmer. The farmer subconsciously did not dare to respond. That was something he had never come into contact with. What if Master Cheng was angry if he couldn't do it well?

But as soon as Cheng Qing insisted, he said that he had to pay for land reclamation, the farmhouse households were a little moved.

It is difficult to dig food in the soil, and some people are willing to work hard to make a lot of money.

Cheng Qing knew what he had in his heart when he saw his expression and added:

"The old saying goes that there must be a brave man who is rewarded with a heavy reward. I will not only pay you for wages, but whoever does it live and plant it again will have another reward!"

As soon as he said this, the village house had two eyes as bright as candles, and he was eager to start reclamation immediately.

Si Yan couldn't understand it.

What is Mr. Qing doing?

On weekdays, the young master is not very particular about anything except willing to eat. Why do you think of opening up land and planting flowers?

The elegance of scholars has nothing to do with Young Master Qing, and Young Master Qing has always been very pragmatic.

If you really want to plant flowers on the small desert hills, you will have to spend hundreds of taels of silver. If you take out such a large sum of money, Young Master Qing will be under great pressure.

Si Yan was just unable to figure it out, so Cheng Qing called him:

"Si Yan, I want to leave this matter to you. Are you sure to do it well? At the latest next spring, I will see the first batch of flowers planted in full bloom."

"I am willing to serve the young master!"

It seems that he will take care of these things for the young master in the future, and Si Mo stayed with the young master to run errands. Si Yan had nothing to hesitate. The matter under his command was promoted from a servant to a manager. However, the Cheng Qing family now has only a hundred acres of small village in Nanyi, and Si Yan has relatively little power.

When Cheng Qing had a bigger family business, Si Yan naturally rose.

The family who knows the text and writes the words is different from the farmer who farms, and she doesn't need her special motivation. Cheng Qing likes Si Yan's pleasure in taking responsibility.

"I will pay you two hundred taels of silver first, organize people to open up the land first, and don't forget to find a gardener."

Alas, she spent the 200 taels of silver she earned from Fatty Cui before she could use it. There is nothing she can do about it. If you want to make money, you must have early investment.

But two hundred taels of silver were not enough to leverage the business, so she had to find other ways to raise the start-up capital.

When he went back, he asked the family that it was impossible to ask for money. Liu took his three sisters to do embroidery work at home. He saved money to support her in school. He would spend money everywhere when he went to the exam next year. If Liu knew that she spent so much money to plant flowers, she would definitely be anxious.

So she had to find a way to find the remaining money herself.

Alas, it is difficult to make money when you are trapped in academies every day. Dawei is not like the information explosion in modern society. You can make money without leaving your home. If you want to make money by doing business, you must run by yourself to discover business opportunities.

But she cannot split into two people alone. The premise of saving her family is that she cannot delay her studies, which makes her worry... After all, suckers like Fatty Cui are rare, and Cheng Qing regrets it.

She sighed when she made fake accounts at night, and Meng Huaijin put down her pen and looked at her quietly.

On the night when Cheng Qing made fake accounts, Meng Huaijin would stay in the study, and the two would not interfere with each other, so as not to find something strange to others.

Cheng Qing was embarrassed to smile, "Senior Brother Meng, I just..."

"You have just practiced copybooks for so long and have not improved, and have you lost your patience?"

Um?

She is not practicing calligraphy, is she doing fake accounts? She doesn't care about her handwriting in pursuit of speed...Wait, Meng Huaijin's expression is not right.

Cheng Qing's spirit was tense in an instant, and Meng Huaijin had already left the desk and took off a sword from the wall.

What did you do when you take the sword? Cheng Qing always thought that the sword was hung on the wall as an ornament!

A figure flashed past her eyes, Meng Huaijin had already arrived outside the house, and Cheng Qing was dazzled by the speed.

The sword light flashed a few times, and a scream rang out in the yard. A ball of black stuff fell from the wall. Meng Huaijin stood in a wide robe and big sleeves. The tip of the sword was against the black shadow's throat. He was about to stab a blood hole in the other party's throat after a little forward.

"Senior Brother!"

Cheng Qing guarded the door and dared not move.

She was afraid that someone would break into the study, and she was even more afraid that the thief hiding in the dark would attack her. The account book was important, and her death was even more important!

"Junior Brother Cheng stayed there and didn't move. I was restrained by this thief. The guard of the academy would come soon after hearing the movement. Our yard would be wild!"

Oh, will the academy people come here?

Cheng Qing quickly collected the account book.

The black shadow, pointed by Meng Huaijin with a sword, covered his shoulders with one hand, and blood dripped through his fingers and dripped downwards. I heard that the hospital guard was coming, but it was not stable:

"Senior Brother Meng, it's me..."

Meng Huaijin sent the sword forward, "Don't call me randomly, Mr. Meng has no junior brother who is a thief!"

The black shadow was so frustrated that he gritted his teeth:

"It's me, Yu Xian!"

Cheng Qing was unexpected.

Meng Huaijin caught the thief, but caught Yu San?

Yu Sanda didn't sleep at night, so she sneaked into Meng Huaijin's wall and did not make any decision to steal fragrance and jade. Cheng Qing was furious by her own thoughts. Wait, she felt that she was being followed these days. Could it be Yu San?

Cheng Qing took the candlestick to the door. When the candlelight shone, she saw Yu San squatting on the ground in a mess.

"Yu San, I suspect that you have a real problem with your brain. Senior brother, give him to the academy. If you come uninvited, you are a thief, and he is a thief!"

Yu San covered his shoulders, "You and Senior Brother Meng are sneaky, I don't know what shameful things are doing--"

Meng Huaijin shook his wrist and peeled off Yu Sanyi's big bunch of hair against his scalp:
Chapter completed!