Carry the space through the famine years, bring the cubs to become the richest man in the five count

Chapter 120 The Eighth Prince's Fear
Uncle Li Zheng looked at Shen Qingyu with some caution.

When she came back from this trip, the woman in front of her didn't look haggard, and her clothes were of a good material that she had never seen before.

Look, it doesn't look like you've suffered a loss?
Uncle Li Zheng was speculating while listening to Shen Qingyu's talk about the situation.

Shen Qingyu talked about Shen Qingyao becoming the head of the Qi family, and also about the fact that there were more than 1 people in the back mountain.

Uncle Li Zheng knew about the former.

The latter... Uncle Lizheng's eyes almost fell to the ground!

"What did you say? More than 1 people? Are they all from our Shenjia Village?"

Shen Qingyu nodded decisively.

Uncle Lizheng's scalp was numb: "But there are not so many lands in our village!"

Shen Qingyu laughed, and told Uncle Lizheng about the prefect's demarcation of land and mountains.

Uncle Li Zheng was still frowning: "According to what you said, they will be able to support themselves in the future, but what about now?"

Even planting the crops that can be harvested the fastest is not a matter of one or two months.

Don't you have to eat for a couple of months?
Where does the food of more than 1 people come from?
Shen Qingyu understood what Uncle Li Zheng meant, and explained with a smile: "Don't worry, there will be a way."

If there is not enough food, Qi Yunxiao can buy it from Fucheng. If one Fucheng is not enough to buy it, he can buy it from nearby Fucheng.

The coarse grains bought back can be used to pay off debts with labor, so that these 1 people can move...

After telling Uncle Li Zheng about his idea, Uncle Li Zheng's eyes widened in shock: "You mean, you want to start a new business?"

Shen Qingyu also imitated him and stared wide-eyed: "I don't open new business, with so many people, how do I live?"

It's true...

Uncle Lizheng took a deep look at Shen Qingyu: "I don't know what you went through and who you met when you went to the capital, but since you have agreed to such a big matter, you probably have your own considerations..."

Shen Qingyu was slightly taken aback: No, I didn't promise this.

This was pressured by His Majesty the Emperor to Qi Yunxiao.

Not right, this is what His Majesty the Emperor pressured Qi Yunxiao and himself...

Hey!
What happened to yourself?
On the surface, he always said that he and Qi Yunxiao were reconciled and separated, but when it really came to this kind of time, he couldn't help but take half of the burden on the shoulders of the two of them...

Too much responsibility is not a good thing.

Shen Qingyu laughed at himself, and concluded: "Uncle Li Zheng, tell everyone that this sweet potato flour workshop has been repaired, just for business. This business will not be dirty."

"If the sweet potato swells up, they think they can dig it. They wash it and dry it on the day they dig it, and then send it over the next day. I want freshly dug ones, not ones that have been left for ten days and a half months."

When sweet potatoes are first dug out, they have the highest starch content and a high flour extraction rate.

After a long time, saccharification, starch becomes sugar, but the flour extraction rate is not so high.

Uncle Lizheng thought about going to the other end: "Don't worry, the sweet potatoes that just came out are full of water and weigh relatively heavy. They must have been delivered as soon as they came out."

Different routes lead to the same goal, that's good.

Shen Qingyu smiled and asked Uncle Li Zheng to bring the account book of the sweet potato workshop repaired a few days ago.

Uncle Li Zheng clearly calculated how many things each person did and how much they were paid.

I gave a part of it before, but seeing that some people didn't give enough, Shen Qingyu directly gave the rest to Uncle Li Zheng: "Please ask Uncle Li Zheng to help distribute the rest."

Seeing Qian, Uncle Lizheng breathed a sigh of relief.

Those who didn't get the money before all ran to Uncle Li Zheng to ask if they could still get the rest of the money.

Now as soon as Qing Yu came back, he would cash in this part first, and these people would have nothing more to say.

Holding the money, Uncle Li Zheng got up to leave, but suddenly remembered something and stopped in his tracks: "Qing Yu, your uncle and uncle..."

Shen Qingyu smiled slightly: "Uncle Li Zheng, what uncle and uncles and wives have robbed is not only my business, but also the opportunities of those families who are helping me."

"If Uncle Lizheng doesn't do anything about it, will I still dare to find someone in the village to do other things in the future?"

Uncle Li Zheng's face changed immediately.

That's right, if Shen Qingyu doesn't make stewed vegetables from now on, those folks who come to help wash the pig's offal and pig's head meat will lose a lot of money!
What if she takes these businesses away later?
Think about the tens of thousands of refugees who have just been resettled...

"This woman is too selfish. I'm going to discuss with the clan elders to see how to deal with it."

Shen Qingyu served tea with a smile, and sent Uncle Li Zheng away.

For this kind of thing, it is most appropriate for Uncle Li Zheng to come forward.

He is the patriarch and Li Zheng, if he is going to fool around with such a thing that blatantly damages the interests of the clan, Shen Qingyu will have to weigh up the consequences of continuing to do it in Shenjia Village.

The house was finally clean, Shen Qingyu was free to visit the prince and the eighth prince.

I haven't seen each other for more than a month, and both of them have lost weight.

When he saw Shen Qingyu, his eyes were eager.

"Cousin!"

"Cousin!"

There were two handsome teenagers, one big and one small, and the older one was blushing.

Shen Qingyu couldn't help laughing: "I brought some things back from Beijing, did your cousin give them to you?"

"Yes." His Royal Highness nodded.

Xue Juzheng came out of His Royal Highness's room, smiling kindly: "Don't worry, I will take care of it."

"Where can I ask Mr. to do it, I will just..."

So the teacher and the student gave way again and entered the room.

With so many books brought, naturally there should be a study room.

Fortunately, the house is big now, and Shen Qingyu allocated a separate study room on the second floor of the main house.

Then let Liu Cuixi tell the man to find a carpenter to make a bookshelf according to the wall.

When Liu Cuixi learned that those big boxes were full of books, she was too shocked to speak!

"God... so many books, how much do they cost?"

Shen Qingyu smiled: There are many books, and they are also very precious, but they are not my own.

Two dragon guards carried the boxes up to the second floor, and Xue Juzheng led the prince and the eighth prince to sort them upstairs.

His Highness was in a trance when he saw the familiar books.

The eighth prince was still young, holding a Buddhist scripture in his hand and exclaiming: "Brother, do you still read Buddhist scriptures?"

The prince took the Buddhist scriptures and found that it was a "Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra", a very rare version, and the fonts were thick and smooth.

He naturally knew that this was not something from his study, so he looked at Xue Juzheng.

Xue Juzheng flipped through the book in his hand: "If you can read it, it might be a good thing."

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is generous, but not stupid. He immediately understood, lowered his eyes for a moment, and put the Buddhist scriptures on the stool beside him.

Not long after, a few more Buddhist scriptures were found in the bookcase at the Eighth Prince's side, all of which are rare treasures...

No matter how young the eighth prince is, he can see that it is different.

He looked outside the house with some trepidation, and then he realized: the dragon guard came strangely.

Wanting to know the answer, the eighth prince looked at the prince and Xue Juzheng again.

Xue Juzheng didn't seem to realize it, shaking his head while reading a book with relish.

His Highness the Crown Prince's eyes were clear and his tone was gentle: "Wen Jin, you are young and impulsive. In the future, you will think more about things and speak after you understand."

Wen Jin suppressed the sudden sourness in his heart, and nodded with tears in his eyes: "Brother, I understand."

In just over a month, Wenjin was no longer the Wenjin who was more comfortable in the countryside than in the palace.

The young man has gone through many changes and finally began to grow up.

　The third watch is here, asking for a monthly ticket.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)