Portable Space: Small Peasant Girls Farm to Get Rich

Less than half an hour after Song Sheng left, Wan Lizheng took people to Shihe Village. As soon as they entered the village, people from the pavilion at the entrance of the village led them to the factory shed at the end of the village.

Liu Qingcao was sitting on a stool in the factory shed, holding a knife in his hand, peeling potatoes quietly.

She has the most potatoes in the village, and the potatoes that the villagers asked her to buy, except for some that Yin Gou Xingwan took away, the rest are still in her space.

I originally wanted to sell it in the Northland, but it was delayed because of the war in the Northland.

The villagers always thought that she hid the potatoes in the house in the town, and she also kept some edible potatoes at home. But the potatoes were sold at a high price, so how could they be as willing as Liu Qingcao to eat them.

After peeling a large pot of potatoes, Liu Qingcao put away the knife and stood up to move around. When he looked up, he spotted a group of people Wanli in the distance.

"Wan Lizheng, have you pulled out all the rice from Shiqing Village and Shiliu Village?"

"I finished it yesterday. If you take away the rice here today, I can rest peacefully for a few days." Wan Huaimin said with a smile.

Liu Qingcao nodded and walked towards the pile of rice, "Wan Lizheng, here are [-] jins of rice. If it's not enough, I'll have some more brought out."

Wan Huaimin walked in the direction of Liu Qingcao, crossed the fence, and entered the golden valley mountain like a mountain.

"Master Xia, the piles of green grass and rice are really eye-catching." Wan Huaimin looked at Xia Gencai with a smile and was amazed.

In other villages, every family collects grain with burdens and sacks. Even the grain they collect is loaded into carts and transported away. It is not piled up. Today, when I see the hills of rice, I feel like I was really shocked by the sight in front of me.

"What Wan Li is saying is that these 15 jins of rice are piled together, and they look like [-] jins." Not surprised.

Liu Qingcao raised his eyebrows and raised the corners of his lips slightly, "Master Xia was joking."

"Wan Lizheng, do you want to bag it now?"

Wan Huaimin nodded, and Xia Geng understood and waved to the Yamen servant behind him.

"Come here, pack the bags and get in the car."

Wu Hu immediately arranged the people down after hearing the order. The yamen servant was very fast and it didn't take long to load a car.

At noon, when Liu Qingcao came to invite Wan Huaimin and the others to dinner, he saw that half of the [-] kilograms of rice had been lost. He thought that at this speed, all the rice would be shipped before it gets dark.

"Wan Lizheng, Master Xia, lunch is ready at noon. Let's eat first and then get busy."

"Okay, let's eat first, Wu Hu, leave two people to guard us."

"Yes, Wan Lizheng."

Wu Hu clasped his fists and went down to make arrangements. Wan Huaimin and others followed Liu Qingcao to the factory kitchen.

In the kitchen, Wang Chunhua, Wu Zhi and others were taking out the wooden barrel on the pot and placing it on the Eight Immortals table.

On the Eight Immortals table nearby, there were several plates of stir-fry dishes placed neatly, and even the bowls and chopsticks were ready.

"Wanli Zheng, Qingcao has prepared some wine and food, don't mind if you go to Wanlizheng." Liu Qingcao led the person to the main seat and said modestly.

Wan Huaimin looked at the food and wine on the table, his mouth trembling slightly.

"Qingcao, your food is not as good as my New Year's Eve meal, how can you count it as a thin wine?"

"Wan Lizheng is honest and honest." Liu Qingcao thought about Wan Lizheng's character and complimented him unceremoniously.

If an official serves the country and the people, most of them will not have a rich family background. Wan Li is just such a person. Naturally, his life can only be passable.

"You're a kid, okay, let's have dinner." Wan Huaimin glanced at Liu Qingcao casually, not intending to say anything more.

After the meal, the guests and hosts enjoyed themselves. Wan Huaimin put down his wine glass, turned to look at the satiated government servants in the distance, and looked at Liu Qingcao with a smile. "Qingcao, I would like to thank you for this meal on behalf of everyone."

"Wan Li is being polite. It's etiquette to treat guests as hosts. This is what Qingcao should do." Liu Qingcao waved her hands quickly, not daring to agree.

Just kidding, how can official polite words be taken seriously?

Moreover, she usually ate this meal like this, so it was nothing.

After some polite greetings, Wan Huaimin and his people went to the grain pile to transport grain again. Before dark, all the grain was transported away.

"Qingcao, we're leaving now. These are 700 taels of silver notes to buy rice. You can calculate them." Xia Gengcai took out a wad of silver notes and handed them to Liu Qingcao and asked her to count them.

Liu Qingcao flipped through it briefly, sighing secretly in his heart, and then put the banknote into the space.

"Master Xia, the amount of money is correct."

"Okay, then we will go back to the town, and you can go home too." Xia Gengcai got on the carriage and disappeared from Liu Qingcao's field of vision with the sunset.

Liu Qingcao returned to the house. After washing, he lay on the bed and held the banknote in his hand. After thinking about it in his mind, he entered the space and started working again.

One hundred thousand kilograms of rice received 700 taels. No wonder the people were unwilling to sell the rice...

One pound of rice cost six taels of white rice, white rice cost fifteen cents per catty, and rice eight cents. She only got 200 taels less for the one hundred thousand catties, which was such a loss.

But thinking of Wan Lizheng's favor, Liu Qingcao had no choice but to grit his teeth and accept his fate.

There are still more than 20 kilograms of rice in the factory shed. There are about 300 children in hundreds of private schools and Salesian homes. If nothing happens, this rice can last for about three years.

"No, as a person grows up, his appetite also needs to increase. In less than three years, at most in less than two years, he will finish all the rice this season!" Liu Qingcao stopped hoeing, feeling extremely helpless.

It is impossible to lower the food standards of private schools and sales homes. In the final analysis, they still have to work hard to make money.

But now she has no plans to go to Qingzhou Fucheng again. If she wants to make more money, apart from the existing shop, she can only rely on space.

After working hard until midnight, Liu Qingcao threw down the hoe, washed away the smell of sweat in the space, and returned to the bed in the room to fall asleep instantly.

The next morning, Liu Qingcao went out to the town wearing thin clothes.

Qianfeng Town was very crowded during this time, and there were many people stocking up on food and supplies, especially the big families, who bought a lot of oil and salt. Fortunately, the big families had Zhuangzi, so the food supply was not that short.

Liu Qingcao walked on the street, looking at the various people coming and going, and her steps speeded up unknowingly.

Outside the Yuezhao Grain Shop, many carriages were waiting outside the shop. There were grain shop clerks carrying bags of rice to the carriages, and there were also ordinary buyers carrying sacks on their shoulders. There was no joy in buying grain on their faces, but a smile in their eyes. It's all about sadness.

"Shopkeeper Song, how much grain is left in the backyard?" Liu Qingcao approached the grain shop and stood in front of the account counter before speaking after Song Sheng had finished his calculations.

"My boss is moving grain in Wuzhou Fucheng. There are only three cars left to move enough. There is half of the white rice left in the backyard. I will pay half of the remaining rice according to the boss's price. There are almost 30 kilograms of white rice."

30 pounds?
Liu Qingcao was silent, feeling that something was still missing.

"Shopkeeper Song, if anyone sells rice, just keep it. Separate the new rice and old rice. I guess this rice is not enough."

Song Sheng was stunned for a moment. When he came to his senses, Liu Qingcao had already walked past him. He quickly pulled out his stool and followed Liu Qingcao.

The grain shop has an area of ​​[-] square meters and is connected by two shops. This area is not small in Qianfeng Town, and it also has a backyard.

The backyard is not small, with four rooms, one for living, and three for storing grain. One room is twenty square meters. If rice is put from the roof, the room is full, and it can hold 200 million kilograms of grain.

But the room is not a warehouse. In order to prevent moisture and rats and ants, the floor is covered with stone slabs and wooden boards, so the space is reduced a lot. Considering the bearing capacity of the wall, it is impossible to fill the house with food.