Nongmen ruffian concubine: ploughing the fields, planting buns

Chapter 548 Hospitality?Scheming?
"I'm married now." Ding Shitou said immediately, speaking vaguely but it was still true. After all, the relationship between her and Zhao Jian had already been established.

"Ah?" There was a sudden commotion outside the door, and the little girls looked shocked.

"What are you talking about, why don't you go to work!"

At this moment, the old village chief turned dark and yelled, and the little girls ran away quickly, leaving a few kids sitting on the threshold and looking at the main room curiously.

"They're all wild girls, I made my boss laugh." The old village head explained with an embarrassed smile.

"It's okay." Ding Shitou laughed quickly, guessing the old man's intentions in his heart, but he didn't dare to answer casually.

If the village chief didn't ask, she wouldn't think too much about it, she just really asked the little girls to help, but this question revealed her purpose.

Wanting to marry a girl to a young and good master, is this the kindness of Donghu Village?Or scheming?
If the village and Zhuangzi marry, there must be more benefits.But it is human nature for a person to go to a high place and adopt a daughter to seek a high school, so Ding Shitou didn't want to say anything more.

It's just that it's impossible for her to marry a wife.And these girls are not yet ready to dress up, but they still look like thirteen or fourteen years old, and their outfits are a bit older.

The old village head really had some thoughts, and it was exactly as Ding Shitou expected, so he changed the topic after Ding Shitou turned his smiling eyes to Ding Dian.

So the old men tacitly talked about the annual crops, what will be planted after the rapeseed is harvested, and what is better than rice.

After all, they are all used to growing rice. Although they are growing food for the village, they still worry that the harvest will affect the food, and that the village will not make money, which will also affect the welfare of the villages.

After all, they are all villages that depend on Zhuangzi to live, and they are all prosperous, so they will worry more about Zhuangzi.

"The wheat will be harvested next year. If there is less rice, you won't be hungry. Don't worry. After the new grain is harvested, you can plant the wheat again." Ding Shitou said.

Such a cycle will never be empty-handed.

The old village chief hesitated to speak, but seeing Ding Shitou's indifferent face but not explaining, he had to endure it again.

In fact, they are also curious about what to plant next year. I heard that it is something that has never been planted before. Just like this owner wants to plant a large number of grapes, it is something that Zhuangzi did not plant before.

The atmosphere was awkward for a moment, but fortunately, Chen Shi picked up a new topic, asking about the situation of the population in the village and the issue of enlightenment reading.

Speaking of this old man, they talked endlessly, but when it came to reading, they all looked troubled.

Although there are many talented scholars in the south of the Yangtze River, few scholars come from farming families.

"Our boss has noticed this problem before. It's just that it's hard to find a teacher. Otherwise, we will open a private school in the village, and let the children in the nearby villages have the opportunity to study for a few years."

Seeing that everyone didn't take it seriously, Chen Shi tentatively brought up the matter.

Ding Shitou glanced at Chen Shi, did not stop him, and looked at the expressions of those old men.

"If the boss is willing to help, it will be a blessing for our villages!" The old village chief looked at Ding Shitou with some excitement. Since the boss thought of this matter, and Chen Guanshi said it again, it must be possible to do it, right?
"Leaving aside, if Donghu Village, Baiyang Village, and Fengpo Village are willing to come to study, this school will not be impossible. If other nearby villages want to come, they can also teach them."

Ding Shitou saw the earnest faces of the old men, so he quickly opened his mouth, but he didn't mention the successful case of running a school in Nancheng Village.

(End of this chapter)