Soon they arrived at the village office, where there were a lot of mushrooms planted in the two houses.
At this time, no small mushrooms have grown yet, but the mycelium has grown, which means it is half successful.
At that time, personal finance was not allowed, but it was still possible for large collectives like Qiujia Village, where everyone could share the profits.
"How is it?" Qiu Yantang looked at Feng Sipo with pride. She could be considered to have avenged her previous shame. Although he knew about mushrooms, he didn't know how to grow them.
It's far worse than me!
"Success!" Feng Sipo knew it as soon as he saw the state, "When it grows out, remember to sell it to me."
"Don't worry, I believe that Captain Feng will definitely not let us suffer any loss."
"You are quite a smart guy!"
Feng Sipo didn't want to buy things from Qiujia Village out of personal feelings, but the army was indeed in need. Staple food was easy to get, but vegetables were a problem.
The sudden appearance of mushrooms in Qiujia Village is a good thing for them.
If money can't buy anything, it's just a piece of waste paper.
"We are in a long-term partnership, and you won't suffer any loss."
“It’s really not a loss.”
Qiu Guangdong also came over at this time and saw Qiu Yantang at a glance.
"My little ancestor is here! The mycelium is growing quite well!"
Looking at Qiu Guangdong, who had an unshaven beard but shining eyes, Qiu Yantang frowned.
"It's good looking, I think you'll come over here thirty or forty times a day! I'm setting a rule for you: you can't stay in the mushroom farm for more than five hours a day."
The way he's been doing now, I'm afraid the mushrooms won't grow out before his health collapses again.
Qiu Guangdong had no choice. He was so excited about this happy event that he couldn't sleep at all.
If it weren't so inconvenient, he would have liked to sleep here.
"I understand, little ancestor. Captain Feng is coming here?"
Feng Sipo didn't know what to say. He had been there for a long time. Was this just the beginning?
"Be more respectful. Captain Feng is the financial backer of our Qiu Village!"
Feng Sipo didn't know what this name was, but why did it sound so nice when it came from Qiu Yantang's mouth!
He stood there with a serious look on his face.
"I came over to look at the mushrooms. Tangtang said he would sell them to us after they grow."
Qiu Guangdong thought this little ancestor was really amazing. The mushrooms were still in the field, but he had already found a buyer.
"That's great, Captain Feng, don't worry, we will definitely grow mushrooms well."
Feng Sipo nodded, "I believe Tangtang."
A few people looked at it for a while, and Qiu Yantang felt that since mushrooms could be grown, they had to expand it, and it was better to do it sooner rather than later.
"Guangdong, tomorrow you can find someone to make this rack layer by layer, so that you can grow mushrooms on each layer."
Upon hearing this, Qiu Guangdong's eyes lit up like little light bulbs.
"no problem!"
The main thing is that what Qiu Yantang asked them to do these days requires some manpower, which is equivalent to low cost and high return.
And why didn't he think of this?
"Tangtang, shall I take you home?"
Qiu Yantang shook his head, "No need, Captain Feng, we are on different paths."
Feng Sipo was now walking towards the town, but Qiu Yantang's home was in another direction.
Qiu Yantang's refusal was a bit too thorough, but he was not the kind of person who would give up.
"Go to your house and eat bitter mushrooms."
"Dream on! Go away!" It's not okay to snatch snacks.
"Why is your little ancestor so protective of his food?" Feng Sipo looked at Qiu Yantang's back and said to Qiu Guangdong with a questioning look on his face.
"More protective of food than a dog."
The noodles were from Qiu Guangdong, the eggs were from Jin San's, and the chili peppers were from Qiu Yantang's. She ate two out of four bowls of noodles...
Qiu Yantang saw the ghost who was picking pig grass for him on the way.
I'm crying on the way.
"What's wrong? What made you cry like this..."
They say men don’t shed tears easily!
He cried so much that his nose was covered with snot bubbles.
Seeing Qiu Yantang coming over, he quickly wiped away his tears and sniffed back the snot bubbles.
"Little Ancestor..."
The man's name was Zhang Shouquan. People say that this name should not be too big. Zhang Shouquan died fighting the Japanese in his thirties. He was not a local, so he could be considered to have died in a foreign land.
Since he couldn't put the body back, he kept wandering around Qiujia Village.
After meeting him, Qiu Yantang gave him a job of cutting grass for pigs, and occasionally earned some paper money for the dead.
"What's wrong?"
"My dear, I miss home. I want to send a message to my wife and children in a dream, but it's too expensive."
He can't afford it.
Because he died an unnatural death, he can't be reincarnated...
He felt that both his life and his ghost life were too difficult.
"Emma! What a big deal!"
Qiu Yantang waved his hand and took out three thousand ghost coins. "Is it enough?"
If she was asked to take out the money, she would turn around and leave without hesitation.
This is just some paper money for the dead, spend it as you like!
Zhang Shouquan was dumbfounded. The Dream Bureau would charge more money from these lonely ghosts, but not this much.
"enough!"
"Well, my family now has a housekeeper, but we're still short of a farmhand. You can come and work as a farmhand for me."
It definitely cannot be given for free. There is no such thing as a free lunch in this world. It just so happens that Qiuhua has cultivated so much land and works day and night.
Although ghosts don't need rest, Qiu Yantang still hopes to give them some free time.
Zhang Shouquan tightened his clothes and looked at Qiu Yantang with a wary look.
"Little Ancestor, this is inappropriate..."
"It's not suitable for you, sir! I'll let you farm!"
Qiu Yantang really didn't know what was going on in Qingfeng's mind. Did the author just fill him with nonsense?
It just sounds like clanging.
"Oh, that's no problem, don't worry, little ancestor!"
"No food and lodging."
Qiuhua is Yan Ling, so it’s okay to live with her, but not Zhang Shouquan.
She still distinguishes between men and women, even if the other person is a ghost.
"Okay, little ancestor!"
"The ghost money is an advance for you. Remember to go to work. Don't try to run away with the money, or I will show you my methods!"
Zhang Shouquan nodded repeatedly. He didn't dare to even think about it. The little ghost was struck by lightning that day, and the scream had left a psychological trauma on him.
He just watched from a distance.
Moreover, the little ancestor also gave him paper money for the dead. This is a living ancestor. He wanted to see whether his wife and children were doing well. If they were, he would not bother them again in the future.
If things are not good, he will work hard to make money and visit them more often until his life gets better.
hehe……
There is no way. He is not a powerful ghost and has no way to protect his family.
After Qiu Yantang left, he hurried to send a dream so that he could start working immediately.
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