This mountain is mine

Chapter 229

Different from Bianjing's chill this autumn, Fangling is lively and busy. Yang Yuan always feels that this city is much more lively and prosperous than before, as if suddenly there are many more people.

This is not the first time he has come to Fangling, this feeling is particularly obvious.

At this time, the lumber and wool convoys accounted for half each, and the back and forth filled the country road, making it very lively and noisy. This was not the first time Yang Yuan had seen such a scene.

Yang Yuan looked at the stones and charcoal slags on the road. Although it was raining, there was no water accumulation. Several people were directing the dredging of the road. It was still orderly, and it shouldn't take long.

It's not far from the village. I'm afraid he won't clear it when he gets there, so he just jumped out of the car and said, "I'll walk slowly, you follow."

Chuanxiong responded, and Yang Yuan only took a few snacks he bought in the county and opened an umbrella, and then got out of the carriage. He was afraid of getting drenched in brocade, so he didn't take it, and walked slowly between the carriages and horses. .

As he walked, he saw that the timber shipped out was cut from the woods beside the village. This forest was the private property of Yu Miaomiao and Zhao Man, and now the whole village looked much brighter.

There is no shortage of hundred-year-old trees in Fangling. This forest grows on the flat land and occupies a lot of land. There are also old trees on the mountain. It is almost cut down by the village, and it is not easy to buy it.But it is also better than the age. After processing and polishing, the price can rise a lot, or it can be fired into charcoal, which can be sold for a fortune in winter.

Yang Yuan heard from Yu Miaomiao that he planned to plant fruit tree seedlings here.

Seeing the threads spun from wool, Yang Yuan's eyes flickered. If there were no such things, he wouldn't be watching others make money because of "avoiding suspicion". Moreover, the wool was all shipped from Xixia, and he didn't go to Dali at all. Thinking of these routes, Yang Yuan's eyes dimmed.

It was also to "avoid suspicion", even if he was curious about the hydraulic spinning machine, he didn't even take a look.However, although I haven’t seen it, I have heard a few words from people who transported woolen yarn. One water wheel can drive eight spinning machines to work at the same time. Only one person is needed to operate the machine, and the speed can be fast. Double, very efficient.

And now it is winter. Although there has been more rain recently, the Weishui River has also entered a dry season, and the water volume is not large. If there is enough water in summer, the spinning speed will be faster.

Yang Yuan could only be amazed and honored when he heard the words, and directly put all these credits and achievements on Yu Miaomiao's head, completely ignoring Bi Kuo and those students, thinking in his heart, without his sister, Zhao Man would never have Now that life is easy, the Yang family is the most shining existence even if they grew up in the mountains.

Although he didn't investigate Zhao Man's income from wool thread, he sent someone to secretly check Fang Ke's income. Due to the businessman's habit, even if he didn't deliberately observe it, he could see it during this period of time. Well, let's compare Fang Ke with his own sister and settle the score.

Fang Ke sells sweaters, sweaters and woolen threads. The price of finished clothes is high, but the knitting speed is slow. Miaomiao’s side only makes wool gloves, socks, knee pads, small waistcoats, hats, etc. The cost is low and the price is low. Low and fast.

The time is still short, and it is not clear who is more profitable than Fang Ke for the time being, but the woolen sweaters at the Fang family are not blooming as much as wool gloves. Until someone brought it.

The amount of wool yarn sold on both sides is about the same. Although Fang Ke has a large factory building and many machines, he is smart and uses hydraulic spinning. At the same time, one hydraulic spinning machine and one person are equivalent to more than ten spinning yarns of the Fang family. work.

I heard that her workshop has not been built yet, and the surrounding weeds have not been dealt with. The terrain is so desolate that it cannot accommodate all the workers. Only a few rooms have been built for the spinning wheel, and a few workers are spinning there. On the line, people are left to guard the equipment at night. The workers work short hours and leave manually when the time is up.

He also heard Miaomiao mention this. In the future, the workshops and dormitories, as well as the road leading to Fangling City, will be repaired. When the farming is slack, a shift plan will be implemented, and some workers will start work at night. Reserve them in advance. Supply.

Yang Yuan withdrew his gaze, passed through the convoy, and walked a few steps. Instead of soothing himself in the cold wind, he hated the Yu family even more. This is his own sister, but she was so estranged. I also need to be deliberately alienated and cautious, and I feel a little haggard when I think about it.

Just wait, if I don't take revenge, my surname will not be Yang!

After finally passing through the convoy, Yang Yuan also heaved a sigh of relief, only feeling that his breathing became smoother.

When he tilted his head, he could see the terraced fields dotted with greenery. Seedlings of winter wheat had sprouted on it, and they went up layer by layer, and they were green in the drizzle.

At this time, a person came down from the mountain, to be precise, one person was carrying one on his back, and the one on his back was holding an umbrella in his hand, and the heads of the two were stuck together, describing their intimacy.

From a long distance, Yang Yuan recognized them. If it weren't for two legs protruding from Zhao Man's waist, from Yang Yuan's point of view, the two of them were almost completely integrated.

Yang Yuan stood here quietly waiting for them to come over, evaluating the relationship between Zhao Man and Miaomiao in his heart.

As an outsider in the past, he felt that Zhao Man's marriage to Yu Miaomiao was taken by the Yu family, because this woman could not bring Zhao Man any benefits, so Zhao Man must have had no choice but to marry her.

Now, Yang Yuan has long forgotten that he once had such unreliable thoughts. He thinks that Zhao Man is simply smoke from his ancestral grave, and he has burned eight lifetimes of high incense to marry such a good wife. How do you think of Miaomiao? Everyone thinks it is good, no matter how you look at it, Zhao Man feels that he has got a big advantage, and he feels a little uncomfortable.

But even if he wanted to teach Zhao Man a lesson, he didn't feel qualified. If Zhao Man didn't know which bastard his sister was married to by the Yu family, if it wasn't for Zhao Man, her sister might not have married yet, hey.

Hearing that his stupid second brother played with his elder brother's prestige for a few days, Yang Yuan expressed his envy and hatred.

When Yang Yuan was full of resentment, Yu Miaomiao was lying on Zhao Man's back. They went up the mountain today to keep warm the few fruit trees that were planted on the mountain before. Now that the weather is getting colder, those fruit trees are still there Very young, even the roots of the fruit trees were tied with a thick layer of straw, and then covered with plant ash.

Since there were not many trees, I went to do it myself, and Yu Miaomiao had never been to the terraced fields except when harvesting beans, and wanted to see it too.

Covered by the umbrella, she pinched his face absent-mindedly. Zhao Manzheng snorted and wanted her to stop, but Yu Miaomiao pinched his nose.

There was a small bump on her palm, which made Zhao Man itchy when touched, he sighed helplessly, Yu Miaomiao had had enough tossing, and tugged the corner of his mouth again.

In return, Zhao Man patted her buttocks, "Don't move around, I can't see the way clearly."

Yu Miaomiao then withdrew her hand, wrapped it around his neck, and rested her head on his shoulder, "Qilang, mother and the others have entered Beijing today, do you know?"

Zhao Man nodded. He stared at the Yu family, so he knew it.

"Has everything about the Yu family been resolved? The evidence has been given to them, so they should have been rehabilitated, right?"

If she hadn't heard people from Zaohua Village mention it when she was chatting with people on the mountain, she wouldn't have known about it.

Ever since she knew her life experience, she did avoid the Yu family a little bit. She just held her breath and treated them as strangers, and she didn't know their information. The Yu family also avoided her, fearing that she would question them face to face.

Even though there are only a few families away, there is no communication.But knowing that they left suddenly, she felt a little uncomfortable, and she would really be a stranger in the future.

Zhao Man said indifferently: "Not yet."

"Are all those evidences useless?" Yu Miaomiao was a little surprised, in her opinion, these were all solid proofs.

"It's useless, the emperor saves face." Zhao Man's tone was flat, as if he was talking about an unimportant person.

Yu Miaomiao sighed again when she heard the words, if this can't wash away the grievances, they will lose hope in the future. With Yan's stubbornness, they must have been hit hard, and they are just a poor family.

At this time, she suddenly heard someone calling her not far away, "Miaomiao!"

Yu Miaomiao raised the umbrella a little higher, and saw Yang Yuan standing at the foot of the mountain, waving at them.

She also waved her hand, but didn't speak. She didn't know what to say to Yang Yuan. She naturally knew that Yang Yuan's attitude towards her had changed drastically. Yang Yuan's attitude was not disgusting. He was like her. Like the elder brother in my fantasy, he came here every day as if he had been away for a long time, bringing her all kinds of gadgets, smiling and waiting for her to say a word or two of praise and joy, or just gossiping, not talking deeply.

Seeing Yang Yuan, Zhao Man was still not salty, striding forward with Yu Miaomiao on his back, Yang Yuan also hurriedly followed, and handed over the two brown paper bags in his hand, "Stir-fried chestnuts in sugar, and a bag of plum blossoms Cake, sister, try it."

Yu Miaomiao didn't hesitate, just reached out to take it, took a deep breath, and nodded at him, "It's very fragrant."

The smile on Yang Yuan's face deepened a bit.

At this time, Chuanxiong's voice was heard from a distance, faintly agitated, "Master, someone from my hometown is here!"

"Who? Where is he?" Yang Yuan asked nonchalantly. He had only been away for a while, who could he meet.

When the carriage walked in, Chuanxiong was still winking at Yang Yuan, with crooked eyebrows and evil lips. Yang Yuan frowned, obviously not seeing his hint clearly, and asked again: "Where did you meet this person?"

Chuanxiong quickly pulled the rein of the horse, and before it stopped in front of the three of them, the curtain of the car was lifted by a pair of big palms, and a man came out of the car.

(End of this chapter)