The mentally disabled grandfather is going to divorce his wife

Chapter 128

Hang Ruoyu was born as a farmer. Although he has studied, he still farms at home. He knows the difficulties of farmers, and also knows that many poor people can't even afford medicine, but he can't bear to see those farmers who can't afford medicine. When the crops died, the grain production decreased or there was no harvest, I proposed to Yan Danqing.

He didn't expect that his thoughts would get her attention.

Before the opening, I personally came to the shop and told him my thoughts.

Those who have no money to buy medicine can show their own land property certificate and sign a contract. When they plant the next season, they will use the seeds of the people as the sky, and the people will decide what crops to plant. A season's harvest is buckled inside.

In this way, even poor peasants can use this medicine for curing diseases.

But the sprayer.

It is not so easy.

The cost of sprayers is too high now, and it takes a lot of work and effort. The selling price is so high that no one can afford it.

Although Yan Danqing is a bit compassionate, her experience in her previous life has made her develop the habit of not trading at a loss.

Just like that medicine, even if it is free for you to use now, she will get back the money with interest in the future.

Sprayers are consumables, and they cannot be used for free, so they are rented out by lease.

That's a total of one hundred sprayers.

In order to compete for the nebulizer, everyone was about to fight, and there was a quarrel in the shop. The blushing and thick necks of the arguing, all wanted to use it for themselves first, and then give it to others after spraying the medicine.

Now Yan Danqing is pulling his eldest son and holding a bunch of candied haws, looking at the bustling crowd with great interest.

Both of them are dressed as peasants, but they have outstanding temperament and hide in the crowd, so they can tell the difference at a glance.

"Guess what he will do?" Yan Danqing raised his eyebrows and glanced at his eldest son.

Di Yao opened his mouth and pointed to the candied haws in her hand to eat: "How does the Lord know what he will do? Ma'am, are you testing him on purpose?"

"Yan Hongyu said that he is worthy of reuse, and I don't know him. Of course, I have to take a look. If it doesn't work, I can find someone else." Yan Danqing has always felt that the ancient scholars were so pedantic that they would die. It is true that Yan Hongyu was an accident. His friend Whether it was an accident or not is impossible to say.

Although some of the opinions Yan Hongyu gave her the day before yesterday were very insightful, but this person must be observed.

"Huh." Before Emperor Yao could answer, he was attracted by a gorgeous carriage that suddenly stopped at the door.

It was an extremely luxurious carriage, with fine mahogany wood, expensive and exquisite silk all around, and windows inlaid with gold and jewels.

The carriage just stopped.

The dozen or so entourages in the back began to clear the way, and a white handmade carpet more than ten meters long was laid from the inside of the shop to the side of the carriage.

Walking out of the carriage was a pair of beautiful twin sisters, only [-] years old, with creamy skin, looking forward to radiance, making people's hearts sway even if they don't smile or move.

One of the beautiful young ladies knelt on the side of the carriage, while the other one was waiting beside her, holding up a delicate oil-paper umbrella, bowing respectfully: "Master, we're here."

Yan Danqing chewed the candied haws, kicked the elder son next to him, and looked towards the carriage. Who is this man? The battle is quite big. The family crest on the carriage is a simplified picture of a Pixiu, including the umbrella. Both on the carpet.

　Update a chapter first, I'm going to retreat, so what, this new product, Yan Danqing's fellow, really.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)