Don't be too sweet

Chapter 223 A Matchmaker Comes! (four more)

Chapter 223 A Matchmaker Comes!
"Looking at it right now, it's just that the extra soybean meal is a bit of a waste," Zhang Qiao said, feeling sorry for the grain, and the soybean meal is even more produced from grain.

"No, we can dry them and use them to raise chickens and ducks, maybe they will eat them?"

He Shanshan raised her hand, indicating that she had a new idea.

Zhang Qiaoshou thought about it, in the rich days before, grain was really used to raise eggs, and soybean meal was not bad.

"Is it just that we can raise so many chickens and ducks?" He Qiao shook her head, she was telling the truth, not hitting her daughter.

He Shanshan smiled at Zhang Qiaoshou: "Soybean meal raises eggs, and you can sell this to the people in the village at that time."

"What are you talking about?!" He shook his head forward and refused.

"Otherwise, when we have the ability in the future, we will build a chicken coop to raise chickens and provide them to restaurants and teahouses in the town. This will also be the last income in our village," He Shanshan thought, no, return The opportunity of the people of the village has come!
"They have purchase channels," Yang Jiu looked at He Shanshan.

He Shanshan frowned: "Could it be that we can't open the corner?"

Yang Jiu nodded: "Yes."

He Shanshan's eyes lit up, and she became excited, and she was a little bit unwilling to be happy.

——Why, why?Why is it a waste for Yang Jiu to always say one more word when talking to her? !

The corner of Miss He's lips pouted, and she quickly forgot about this matter.

She felt that she was quite understanding, and since Master didn't like to talk to her too much, she tried to talk to him as little as possible.

Did Yang Jiu bury himself in the pit?

The first is frying oil, a large amount of firewood is no longer enough for He Xiangqian, He Guangming, and He Leiluo to go to the mountains to cut firewood together, that is to say, they have to collect firewood from the people in the village!
When Zhang Qiaoshou heard this, his eyes widened.

"The people in the village are going to talk again," she worried.

He Shanshan tilted her head, and thought about it carefully. If one day, a family uses a lot of shared resources in the village as a matter of course, what will she think?
"We still need to buy it?" He Shanshan raised her hand high and asked uncertainly.

No matter what difficulties lie ahead, Miss He's road to wealth will not stop!
Go, go, go!Go ahead!

Miss He is always full of energy and vigor, and the atmosphere in the main room is also relaxed because of her.

"Success, just buy it!" He Qianqian made a decision.

Zhang Qiaoshou nodded, she always listened to men in major matters, and her own men have said so, so she can't be wrong.

He Shanshan glanced at Yang Jiu flickeringly, and looked away.

Yang Jiu frowned, was he hated?

As a result, new words spread from the village.

"The life of the He family is getting better, and they have to do the work of chopping firewood on the mountain. This is the life of a landlord!"

These words are absolutely sarcastic.

Although the He family has now bought a piece of land and expanded the yard, life is easier, and the smell of meat wafts from the kitchen from time to time, but...

He Xiangqian still has the nine acres of land, three acres of top-grade fields, and six acres of low-grade fields. Will this be the landlord?

There are a lot of people making sarcastic remarks, but one thing has been spread ten to ten!
That means that the He family is getting better and better, getting richer and richer!
Amid such sarcastic remarks, the He family ushered in a happy event!
A matchmaker is here!

She came to tell He Guangming his daughter-in-law!

He Guangming is also 17 years old today, and he should be the age to be a daughter-in-law.

But it's surprising that no girl has a crush on their eldest son!

This matter has been kept in He Qianqian and Zhang Qiao's hands. Sometimes thinking about it, I can't sleep at night!

　Ye Wu would go through the details of the recommended tickets every day, and then look at the names of the familiar sisters, your daily insistence on voting, Ye Wu was moved, and decided to write a detailed outline, and then vigorously coded, Dedicated to you who support Night Dance, thank you.

　　Keep asking for tickets, asking for tickets, asking for tickets...

　　


(End of this chapter)