Liu Cuihua looked up, awkwardly touching her nose: "Husband, what brings you here?"
"..." Li Changgeng's expression was indescribable. He gave Liu Cuihua a look that said he would settle the score when they got home, and then looked straight ahead: "Of course, I came to see Madam Mo."
Liu Cuihua rolled her eyes. "Do you think I don't know? You're asking for it... Humph!"
Bai Yueniang and the others couldn't help but burst out laughing. Even Third Grandma had a big smile on her face. It's so good to be young.
Mo Qingcheng and Shangguan Yichen came out and sat down at a stone table with Li Changgeng, where they talked about farming.
"Mrs. Mo, the villagers want to ask about growing Hami melons..."
"Hami melons are usually planted in March or April. Planting them now... is not impossible, but the cost is a bit high. We would need to build a simple greenhouse..." Mo Qingcheng pinched the bridge of her nose. A dignified interstellar instructor actually had to deal with the land all day long.
Sigh... When you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head. It's not like you're all alone and can just walk away. Right now, you have a family to support, so you can't be willful.
Li Changgeng sighed softly, "The harvest was poor, and the villagers are feeling uncertain..."
“Brother Village Chief, how about… my family expands our planting base first, then establishes a breeding farm, and after a while, we try planting winter wheat…”
Winter wheat? Li Changgeng had never heard of it before, his eyes wide with disbelief: "Madam Mo, are you sure?"
"..." Mo Qingcheng's eyes flickered slightly: "The notes left by my master have records, we can give it a try, but... I've never planted them before, it's voluntary, anyone who wants to try can come to me to exchange seeds..."
"Uncle Village Chief, Mother is just making a suggestion. Although there aren't many people in the village, it's hard to guarantee that everyone is of one mind..." Only you know best what you're really thinking.
Shangguan Yichen didn't want his mother to take the blame. Shouldn't the clan chief and village chief be the ones to handle all these messy affairs?
Faced with the young boy's explanation, Li Changgeng felt ashamed and wished he could disappear into a crack in the ground.
"The village chief will also discuss it with everyone, but... if it doesn't work out, don't blame me..."
Let me be frank from the start; Mo Qingcheng doesn't want to be blamed later. Some people have ulterior motives, so I'll nip any trouble in the bud.
Li Changgeng nodded, confirmed it one last time, and got up to leave.
Shangguan Yichen offered a small suggestion: the planting base should sign a confidentiality agreement.
Mo Qingcheng nodded approvingly, feeling very gratified that her child was gradually growing through exercise.
Bai Yueniang managed the household affairs meticulously and rarely interfered in business matters. As for what to plant in the fields and how to plant it, she made no decisions, leaving it to Sister Mo, who knew more, to make those decisions.
Mo Qingcheng would also discuss it with Bai Yueniang, but each time, Bai Yueniang would say she had no objections.
Over time, one took charge of domestic affairs and the other of external affairs. Gradually, Mo Qingcheng relinquished control of the mess at home, telling everyone to just look for Bai Yueniang.
The young wives in the village were filled with envy, jealousy, and resentment towards Bai Yueniang. They had all given birth, so how come she was so lucky?
Only Liu Cuihua and Third Grandma, two outsiders, saw how much Yueyatou cared for her child. She went to great lengths to ensure the family's food and drink. She even personally cooked and tested the dishes.
Mo Qingcheng was busy all day long, and only occasionally would she throw out a couple of recipes. Bai Yueniang would then drag her two daughters, Liu Cuihua, and Third Grandma into the kitchen to try out the dishes again and again...
The next morning, before breakfast was even served, a group of government officials arrived, their figures shrouded in the morning dew. Who else could it be but Qi Yuanwei?
"Madam Mo, I, the county magistrate, have come to discuss matters concerning rice seeds..."
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