The peasant girl wants to turn the sky: the black-bellied husband, come to farm

Chapter 1650 The most afraid of the air suddenly quiet

Qiao Mai sighed deeply, okay.

I really can't explain it now.

But the whole family thinks that she has a cornucopia but doesn't snatch it. It's probably due to the last time she gave the woolen sweater in the name of Liuli's descendants.

The timing was perfect, it was the time when the rumors were refurbished, they suddenly appeared at that time, and they brought such a fresh and useful thing as woolen sweaters, so even if Yang Wenxiao had any thoughts in his heart, he pushed the matter to the public. The descendant of Liuli is on him.

Even if she has a cornucopia, she is using the cornucopia to benefit Da Qi at the moment, so what is the difference between the cornucopia in her hands and the Yang family's.

Thinking of this, Qiao Xiaomai rubbed the center of his brows with some annoyance, and now he really couldn't explain clearly.

Taking a breath, she said, "How much money are you going to give me?"

"How much do you want?"

"Give me one million taels." Qiao Mai said.

She is short of money right now, and she will definitely not be short of money in 50 years.

"No problem." Yang Ye nodded happily, "Let's settle everything together with everything on this list, and I'll ask the housekeeper to get you the money."

Qiao Mai responded.

Before, there was the local tyrant group of Gina, and now there is the local tyrant Yang Ye, and the things in her hands are really not much after these two people plundered them.

Still too little land.

If there is a large farm of [-] mu, the income must be doubled.

But it will be fine next year, Yang Ye took out the farm in his hand, she can grow some things next year.

After seeing Yang Ye off, she went to the kitchen first. She was making milk tea just now, and with the finished milk tea, she ran to the study to find Tong Sanlang.

Tong Sanlang is also working hard, even if it is the Chinese New Year, he still stays in the study every day to write "Fengshen Bang". He has squeezed out all the value of Journey to the West, and now he is still writing a new novel.

"Are you tired?" Qiao Mai asked, putting the milk tea in his hand on the desk.

The familiar scent of milk tea wafted out, Tong Sanlang put down the pen in his hand, smiled and nodded, "Just a little."

Qiao Xiaomai handed him the bowl containing the milk tea, "You have to pay attention to your eyes, take a break after writing for a quarter of an hour, don't be short-sighted."

Imagine Tong Sanlang's nearsightedness, she couldn't help laughing out loud.

A master of qinggong is nearsighted, will he hit a tree when flying in the future?
There are no myopia glasses for him to wear here.

"What are you laughing at?" Tong Sanlang didn't know what Qiao Maimai was imagining, and asked suspiciously.

Qiao Xiaomai said according to the facts, "I will not dare to fly too fast in the future, or I will hit a tree."

Tong Saburo "..."

He twitched the corner of his mouth, "My eyes are fine."

It's just that I'm not in good health. I've been useless for a year, and there is still a tendency to continue to be useless. I don't know when I will be able to fly again.

"Yes, yes." Qiao Mai nodded. "In the future, I will make more eye-catching things for you. If you spend all day writing, the most important thing you should make up is your eyes."

Tong Sanlang responded when he heard the words, and said in his mouth, "Thank you for your hard work."

"Why are you polite?" Qiao Xiaomai glared at him, and took a small sip of the milk tea bowl.

Tong Sanlang smiled slightly when he heard the words, picked up a spoon and drank milk tea slowly.

Qiao Xiaomai stared at his smiling face, lowered her eyes, and when she raised them again, she had nothing to say, "Where did you write it?"

Tong Sanlang returned the progress.

Then there was nothing to say.

Most afraid of the air suddenly quiet.

(End of this chapter)