Rebirth of the beauty of the peasant girl

Chapter 673 Turning Waste into Treasure
The pigeon cooed a few times at her, as if trying to get rid of the burden around its neck.

Qingluo thought for a while, then reached out and took the kit off the pigeon's neck.

The pigeon looked very happy, and after pawing at her lightly, it tilted its head, as if it was going to take a nap.

Su Xin walked in and saw it, and said with a smile: "Why is this bird so tired? It's a bit like Jiu Jiu."

Since Jiujiu came back with Qingluo, he has been a little listless. He either eats or sleeps every day, but he has made himself very fat.

"You take it there and find a place for it to sleep."

Qing Luo ordered Su Xin.

"Hey." Su Xin agreed, carefully picked up the pigeon, and walked out of the study.

Qingluo watched her leave, and turned her head to look at the little bag in her hand, but for some reason, it looked familiar.

Who seems to have seen it?

She shook her head, and opened the bag. There was only a piece of Supa inside, with four words written on it: Turn waste into treasure.

When seeing these four words, Qingluo's heart skipped a beat.

Handsome and powerful, like a dragon.

The writing of these four characters is of a very high standard, even from Qingluo's point of view, it is a rare masterpiece.

However, what made her heart beat was not how well these words were written, but the person who wrote them.

She once stood in Lin's house and told Lin Jinyu that although his handwriting was beautiful, it lacked strength, as if it was written by a woman.

Although it was later found out that it was because of his illness, Lin Jinyu remembered this sentence for a long time.And often take it out and talk about it.

Obviously very concerned.

It is also because of this that Qingluo is very familiar with his handwriting.

Familiar enough to be instantly recognizable.

Lin Jinyu's handwriting is much quieter and reserved now than it was back then, less youthful and flamboyant, but more handsome and powerful.

Qingluo stared at these four words for a long time.

Why did he send these words suddenly?

In the blink of an eye, she saw a few vines placed on the corner of the table, and her heart immediately became clear.

She folded the Supa carefully, put it in the bag, stood up, and said, "Call Lin Silin Liu!"

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Before dawn the next day, Qingluo got up, washed up briefly, ate breakfast, took Huang Butou and other policemen, and went out in a mighty way.

They first went to Shahe Village, called Lizheng, and asked him to call all Lizheng from the other disaster-stricken villages.

After they got together, Qingluo announced: "Starting today, the county government will buy things from your place."

The Lizhengs looked at each other, puzzled and said, "I wonder what the magistrate wants?"

Apart from producing food, these villages have nothing else to sell.

Qingluo held up a vine, glanced at them, and said, "This, what you brought yesterday."

"This..." Several Lizhengs couldn't react.

Did you hear me wrong?

This little magistrate actually said that she wanted to buy such a scourge?

"What questions do you have?" Qingluo asked.

The skinny old man was behind the crowd yesterday, and he spoke first, "Sir, are you really talking about those scourges in the field?"

"That's right." Qing Luo nodded with certainty.

"What do you want these things for?" The skinny old man was very disapproving, thinking that if you can get these things away, let alone money, we can give you change.

"Presumptuous!" Huang Butou shouted, "What's your attitude towards the magistrate? If Lizheng doesn't want to do it, just change him!"

"Yes, yes, I was confused for a while, sir, don't blame me." The skinny old man hurriedly apologized, but his expression didn't change.

He has been Li Zheng for decades, what is he saying to a yellow-haired girl?

As for the things in the field, could she still understand better than these elders?
What did you say to buy vines?

This is what she came up with overnight?

The old man snorted.

All his expressions fell into Qingluo's eyes.

Qingluo remained unmoved, looked at the rest of Lizheng calmly, and said: "You guys, let me know that the yamen will start buying vines in the field from today, remove all the branches and leaves, arrange them after drying, and send them to Come here from Shahe Village."

She pinched her chin and thought for a while, "The price, let's calculate it at ten dollars a hundred catties."

A few miles away, seeing that she didn't seem to be joking, she boldly asked, "My lord, you should know that the thousands of acres of land in these villages are full of such things, and they are inexhaustible. Don't you want them all?" ?”

"That's right, as long as you take care of the vines according to my requirements, I will take as much as you want, and you will never be in arrears." Qingluo said seriously.

"Did you hear that?" Huang Butou yelled, "My lord's order has been given, so hurry up and meet the villagers! How many heads do you have for delaying your lord's important business!"

Not to mention, although Huang Butou was rude, sometimes his rudeness was needed to scare the villagers.

He was yelling at him for a few miles, and he didn't dare to neglect, and hurried back to inform the people in his own village.

One hundred catties of those scourges can earn ten cents, isn't there money everywhere?

When the villages got the news, they were instantly ebullient.

Originally, they hated those vines to death, but when they heard that the county government actually specified the purchase of this thing, they felt as if they had been beaten, as long as they could still move, no matter if it was a child of seven or eight years old or an old man of seven or eighty years old Pick up the sickle and rush to their respective fields.

All of a sudden, Qingluo's notification completely aroused the enthusiasm for labor in the originally miserable village.

Qingluo left Feng Jia and Feng Yi brothers, leaving a hundred pieces of silver, let them be responsible for the purchase of vines here, and left with Huang Butou.

After returning, she asked someone to invite Liu Heping over and told him about it.

When Liu Heping heard this, he frowned, and said in disapproval: "I've heard about those villages. In my opinion, let's forget about it. Burning it down is the best choice." .Otherwise it is easy to spread and implicate other people.”

Liu Heping is a veteran who has been farming all his life, and his suggestion is not without reason.

"It's impossible to burn them. I've already ordered someone to buy them," Qingluo said. "I think, if nothing happens, these vines will never spread."

"What method did you use?"

"money."

Qingluo knows all too well the allure of money to people.

But she couldn't explain this to Liu Heping, so she smiled and said, "I asked you to come here today because I want you to do me a favor."

"Just say whatever you want." Seeing that she was still willing to smile to herself, Liu Heping said hurriedly, "As long as I can help you, how can I do it for you?"

Qingluo smiled and said: "I remember you are handy, you used to knit little people, cats, and baskets, didn't you?"

"Yeah, does the magistrate want toys?" Liu Heping regretted not bringing back Qingluo's things.

Qingluo shook her head: "I don't want toys, I want you to help me teach others how to weave things with vines."

(End of this chapter)