Chapter 25: Zhao Hanfu, money making plan

"You see him as him, the big man has a baby, it’s really a dead person..."
"Isn't it, no one believes that he is not a monster."
"Isn't he stupid? It doesn't look like this."
"Oh, you don't know, I heard that I suddenly woke up a few days ago, and I also hit the big baby family. Now Dawa is still lying on the bed."
"Really? Is there a saying?"
"You can also say that he threatened to go to the county to sue, and Li and the patriarch did not want to throw people into the county..."
There are many places where there are many people. When they passed by the village, those people just pointed to a little whisper. Now they are loud and loud, and I am afraid that he can’t hear it. It’s the former Ling Jingxuan. I have long been ashamed to hide home. As for Ling Jingxuan, he knows that he has no scorn and ridicule, and all his remarks with shame and ridicule are regarded as fart.
"Big brother, don't listen to them nonsense, you are not a monster."
Putting down the handrail of the board, Ling Jingpeng worried that he was afraid that the big brother would retract into the shell.
"Oh... I want to be a monster, and I will be a monster to go door to door tonight."
The deliberately high-pitched voice penetrated the crowd. Ling Jingxuan’s skinny and beautiful face climbed a smug, bloodthirsty smile. The eyes of the sneak peeked over the group of Sangu and Liupo, and the surrounding arguments disappeared instantly. Previously, the village women who had been working hard had collectively regressed several steps, as if they were really afraid that he would find them at night.
Upon seeing it, Ling Jingxuan sneered a sneer sneer and turned to face Zhao Han: "You are Zhao Da Ge and Han Da Ge. These years, they are worthy of your care."
He had already heard that Zhao and Han were very good at Xiaowen, but if they had food, they would give a small steamed buns. Although it was not a precious thing, this love Ling Jingxuan still remembered. .
"There is nothing wrong with it, we haven't done anything. It's not worth your politeness. Besides, I really like Xiaowen Xiaowu. These two children can understand things and often help us take care of the iron dolls."
The petite and exquisite Han Fei is a hearty temper. When you talk, you don’t forget to touch the heads of the two buns. The love that appears in your eyes is not a little fake. Perhaps it is a similar experience. He has never been a little contempt or contempt for Ling Jingxuan, and it is better than anyone. I understand the bitterness in his heart.
"Oh, huh... OK, then I won't say it, Han Da Ge, when are your ox carts?"
Some things, just in my heart, Ling Jingxuan decisively shifts the topic, and he will repay them in the future.
"You also saw that there is no one. Now it is a busy season, and there are fewer people in the market. It is estimated that today can't go."
Those who are reluctant, this situation will be greatly affected, Han Fei is difficult to cover up, Zhao Dalong next to him hugged his shoulders, silently giving comfort, Han Fei lifted his head and gave him a shallow Smile, the two looked at each other, and the faint feelings were rendered.
A farmer may not say that he loves or dislikes in his life, but the relationship between them is naked. Ling Jingxuan, who has a panoramic view of everything, feels that this kind of long-lasting, warm-hearted feelings are far more intense than those who are hot and hot. The affection is precious.
"Would you like it, Grand Brother Zhao, I am going to go to the town to sell some fish, I will pack your cattle cart."
If he can, he doesn't want to interrupt the warm gaze between them, but the sky is not too early. Today, he only put a little bit of spring water into the fish. The rest are ordinary water. If it dies, it will be bad. It is.
"Ah? Say no bag, no business, anyway, we will send you to the county town, come on, come and bring the fish up."
After returning to God, Han Fei finally noticed several large wooden barrels on the board. He said that he would prepare to help him move the fish when he rolled up his sleeves. Ling Jingxuan hurriedly said: "That is the money, it must be given, otherwise I am not Take your car."
Holding his hand, Ling Jingxuan's eyes portray naked persistence and stubbornness.
"Well, I can't help you, then wait until you sell the fish and give it. Dalong, you can help."
Han Fei was helpless and could only promise to come down. He did not forget to greet the silent Duo Zhaolong to help lift the heavy wooden barrel.
"Hey, let's help."
The buns sitting on the cart were slid down and the four men looked at each other and smiled. "You can help if you stay there."
"What, I hate it the most."
Wen Yan, Ling Wu's face was wrinkled, the small mouth was high, and a few adults laughed, and those strange eyes were completely ignored by them.
"Where are you catching the fish, how many?"
The four barrels of fish were quickly moved. Looking at the big and fat fish in the barrel, Han Fei asked curiously. When the villagers were idle, they would go fishing and sell. The ancestors came down and the fish in the river actually Not many, there are also small fish, rarely see so many big and fat fish.
"Oh... I found a lot of fish in a place in Yuehuagou, but I caught it for a few days. I plan to dig a fish pond and raise it myself. I don't know where the fry will go.

Climb up the oxcart and sit down. Ling Jingxuan casually said that Zhao’s ox cart is big, and he put four barrels of fish, and a few adults and children can sit down, although it is a bit crowded.
"You can't, don't you have a fish in the village before, and all of them are dead. You still don't have to pay for that spirit."
Wen Yan said that Han Fei, who was sitting next to Zhao Dalong, looked back and frowned. The white face was filled with unconcealed worries. Ling Jingpeng, who was holding Ling Wen on the other side, also echoed: "Big brother, you still want to raise Fish, the landlord of the village next door in the past few years wants to raise fish. As a result, the fry will be dead in a few days, and it is better to have more than a few acres of mantle.
When Ling Jingxuan said yesterday, he thought that he just wanted to raise his own food. How many people sold it. Now he listens to his tone. It seems that he wants to do a big job. Ling Jingpeng also has a slightly young face. Obviously disagree.
"Oh... you can rest assured that I have a recipe for raising fish with herbs, to ensure that the fish can be raised and fat, and that the medicinal fish can still be safe."
In contrast, Ling Jingxuan does not care at all, think about it, there is a Crescent Moon in hand, and what is it that he can't live?

Really?!

From the time I sat on the oxcart, I picked up the big bun of two jam jars and raised my head in surprise. The excitement in my eyes was unobstructed. In just a few days, he had tasted the sweetness from selling fish. I can’t wait for it every day. There are fish that can't be sold.
Han Fei Ling Jingpeng was also looking suspiciously at him. Even Zhao Dalong, who was driving, looked back at him. The only thing that didn’t react was the little buns and iron dolls that were together.
"Of course it is true, so we must work hard to save money, and then ask people to dig the two acres of wasteland into a pond, and then buy some fry to put it down, there will be endless fish."
Sights swept over them, and finally stayed on the face of the big buns. Ling Jingxuan reached out and licked his head so that his son would be somewhat emboldened.
"Ah? It costs money!"
When I heard that I had to pay for it, the big steamed bun frowned. Ling Jingxuan couldn’t help but laugh. The fish pond in the two acres of land, he can’t let him dig himself?
"If you can really support it, please don't dig the fish pond, Xiaowen, you can't save this money."
Han Fei is also obviously aware of the temperament of the big buns. The tone is completely cautious to the elders of the elders. Ling Wen’s face is red, and he bows his head and says:
I, I know...

Doesn't he just feel bad about money? Did not say no.
"Ha ha..."
Upon seeing it, Ling Jingxuan couldn’t help but laugh at the audience. Ling Wen’s door was returned to the door, but it was also their pistachio.
A few people talked and laughed along the way. The little buns were also very excited and active. From time to time, funny sentences appeared. When halfway through, Ling Jingxuan suddenly saw the endless wasteland, almost no grass, but in the countryside, this is undoubtedly very wasteful. What is the most important thing for farmers? Of course, it is land, but now the vast land is ruined by the tributaries of the inner sea. I think many people are distressed.
"It's a pity, if those places can also plant something, just fine."
I noticed his sight, Ling Jingpeng regretted the way, many people in the village did not plant it, especially foreigners, some people only have one or two acres of land, and paid taxes and rations, especially in the past few years, Lingjiang River Basin The wasteland has basically been reclaimed. Some people even buy homesteads to open up, and half of the things they planted can't survive. For example, the two acres of land in Lingjingxuan are homesteads, otherwise their family of three will not eat up. No next time.
"Ha ha……"
When he smiled at him, Ling Jingxuan suddenly said: "Dr. Zhao, can you stop, I want to go there and see."
Said, not waiting for the oxcart to stop, Ling Jingxuan directly got off the bus.
"father……"
"Small text, you are in the car, I will go see."
Seeing the situation, the two buns are also ready to jump off the car, Ling Jingpeng Han Fei quickly grabbed them one by one, and after the oxcart stopped, the three adults chased them up.
"Sure enough, it is half salt."
Ignoring the three people who want to talk and stop, Ling Jingxuan digs a little bit of soft soil and puts it into his mouth. As soon as he learned about the situation around Lingjia Village from the memory of the original owner, he guessed that this wasteland is probably because The semi-salt formed by the inversion of sea water, I did not expect it to be the case. It is no wonder that no matter what the villagers can grow, it is strange that the salt can grow out of the crop.

I remember that every year the seawater was poured in around October? Is the water level high? How long does it take to recirculate?

Turning to face them, Ling Jingxuan seriously asked, a certain wealth plan is rooted in the heart, but ... the money needed in the early stage is not a small amount!
Ling Jingpeng and Han Fei were not very clear about this matter. The two men’s eyes turned to Zhao Dalong. Therefore, Ling Jingxuan’s line of sight also turned.
"Well, every year in mid-October, the seawater in the inner tributaries will be poured in. The water level is not very high, about a foot or so, and it will take a month or two to return."
Looking forward to the three-year-old look, Zhao Dalong, who is tall and tall, can't help but feel awkward, but the words are very clear.
"That's right, walk around, let's go."
Wen Yan, Ling Jingxuan smiled not to mention how excited, now is June, four months from October, but to implement his plan, he must have at least two thousand silver in three months, although quite Difficult, can it be artificial? Haha... This time I made a fortune!
"Brother, what the are you talking about?"
The three men were made tough by him, and he was excited about what he was excited about. Can he still plant something on the wasteland?
I have to say that they are the truth, even though they basically don't believe it.
"Nothing, now I say that you are all empty talk. When the time is right, I will tell you in detail."
Turning to the mysterious blink of an eye, Ling Jingxuan rarely reveals a naughty look, the three look at each other, all the two monks can not figure out, watching his slender back more curious and curious.
"Hey, are you watching?"
The oxcart started again, and the little bun dropped the iron baby and climbed to Ling Jingxuan’s leg to ask curiously. The big buns next to him also turned to him. Ling Jingxuan pinched his nose and hooked his lips. Mysteriously said: Of course, look at the money."
"Cheat people, where is the money in the wasteland?"
The little buns licked the little mouth and unknowingly spit. The big buns also tacitly gave him a contemptuous look. Instead, Ling Jingpeng’s three big men quietly erected their ears. I don’t know why, they always think that Ling Jingxuan’s words are hidden. The deep artistic conception is only known by what they see and cannot be penetrated.
"Oh... lie to you to do it? If you don't believe you, just wait and see, you will one day turn the ridiculous half-salt into Jinshan Yinshan."
Some things say more, but people will think that he is suffering from neuropathy. They will know the day when they actually practice.
"Hey, don't you want to buy those places?"
The little buns are still ignorant, but the big buns are sensitive, and they look at him with a look of defense. God knows that he is most afraid of his family and he is making big money, because every time he is accompanied by his whimsy, the money at home will be like water. Flowers outside, such as buying pottery jars and digging ponds for fish farming.
"Cough... Xiaowen, who wants to make money and doesn't want to spend money, do business with money, don't don't don't... don't be angry, don't you promise, don't move your money?

When he talked about half of it, he seemed to be slamming again. Ling Jingxuan quickly raised his hand and surrendered. He was really afraid of him.
"My money, your money is not all the money of your family? Oh, not that I said you, money is not like that..."
Yes, come again, the big bun chanting like a cockroach, Ling Jingxuan only feels that the brain is hurting, can't wait to seal his mouth, Ling Jingpeng Han Fei several people see the shape of the lips, the child is good, just Every time I talk about money, I immediately change my face. Is there really a headache?