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People feel refreshed during happy events.
The news of high corn yields made the three people in the kitchen smile.
Seeing that it was almost done, Ruoxi went to the workshop and called Ruotang.
By the way, I came back from the workshop where I set up several tables.
There are many people in the family, and three tables are definitely not enough.
Zhang Qingnian and Zhao Chuan helped, and the four of them moved four tables back.
By this time, the yard had all been cleaned up.
Geng was still sitting in the yard, seemingly careless, but in fact he was listening with his ears pricked up.
What Zhang Qianhu meant was that since the food supply was so high, he had to go back and report to the general.
Ding Yuan didn¡¯t stop him, but he also said that he would get a discount.
The two people were talking passionately, but they did not mention anything about their daughter's claims.
Geng thought for a moment and finally said:
"Master Ding, Wang Qianhu, I have something to say, but I don't know whether to say it or not."
This time, I called myself "Lao Shen" instead of "Old Woman". There is an obvious difference.
Seeing this, Ding Yuan nodded slowly.
However, he guessed what she meant and said directly:
"Old madam, please tell me something. Your family is the first to plant corn. I am just trying to discuss with you which of the three sons should get the credit!"
Hearing this, Mr. Geng chuckled, shook his head, and said:
"If Lord Ding asks me, who should give this credit? My answer is, whoever made the effort will give it!"
Ding Yuan was surprised when he heard this.
Mrs. Ding looked puzzled.
Zhang Qianhu frowned.
Everybody knows who is behind this.
But giving this kind of credit to the girl is really in vain.
Zhang Qianhu thought for a moment and suggested softly:
"I admire the old lady's love for my daughter. However, the credit goes to the daughter. If the daughter marries someone in the future, she will belong to someone else's family. I have some opinions of my own, and I hope the old lady will adopt them. The credit goes to the son. , the Yun family is proud of its ancestors, and the youngest daughter can also take advantage of it when she gets married, what do you think?"
Hearing this, Geng shook his head with a smile and said firmly:
"That's what I think, give it to my daughter."
Yunqiao happened to come out of the kitchen. When she heard what Geng said, she walked over and said:
"Mom, what Wang Qianhu said is right, give it to my brother. Give it to the second brother. He is in Beiyuan County. I only found out when I went to Beiyuan."
Geng took a deep breath and persisted:
"No, just give it to you! Our Yun family has always been fair, and daughters are just like sons, impartial. I give you the credit for this, and the reward you get is your dowry. No one can change it!"
With that said, Mr. Geng stood up, bowed respectfully and said:
"I hope Lord Ding will fulfill my wish. I am just such a girl. I only hope that she will be well in the future."
When Ding Yuan heard this, he glanced at Yun Qiao, nodded, and said:
"Okay. Since Mrs. Yun insists, I won't mention it anymore. I will tell you when I get back. How to reward it depends on the court."
"Okay." Mrs. Geng nodded, pointed to the backyard and said, "Master Ding and Wang Qianhu, prepare a carriage to take away the corn from the backyard. Those are all top-quality corn that can be used for planting grain. This is my Yun family's plan to promote planting. Bao Gu¡¯s thoughts on this matter.¡±
No one else knows how much food there is in the backyard, but Wang Qianhu and Ding Yuan have gone to see it.
Now that Mr. Geng said this, both of them were dumbfounded.
It was Wang Qianhu who came to his senses first and kept nodding.
Fearing that Mr. Geng would regret it, he hurriedly asked someone to make arrangements.
After Yun Qiao finished talking about the matter, he stopped insisting and ordered Ruotang and Ruoxi to set the table and have dinner.
Mrs. Geng looked at Mrs. Ding and said softly:
"Let's go inside."
"Okay." Mrs. Ding stood up and followed Mr. Geng into the house.
Yun Qiao led people to start setting the table.
Braised pork, tofu mixed with green onions, stewed pork belly with green beans, minced pork and eggplant
There are many types of staple food, including steamed buns, steamed buns, noodle porridge, and steamed buns.
The tables are the same, the more you eat, the more you eat.
Yang Mao also came over now. Yun Qiao took him to Ding Yuan and Wang Qianhu and said:
"My lords, my three brothers are not at home, so the daughter-in-law asked Li Zheng to accompany the guests. My lords, please forgive me, but there is really nothing we can do."
Hearing this, Ding Yuan smiled, nodded, and said:
"Look at what you said, don¡¯t I know what¡¯s going on in your family? Yang Lizheng, sit down. "
"Yes, sit down quickly, I can't wait to taste this corn." Wang Qianhu agreed.
Yun Qiao was blessed again, turned around and entered the house.
In the main room, Mrs. Geng and Yuan Wanrou accompanied Mrs. Ding.
Yunqiao came back and sat down directly on the kang.
Sister-in-law Zhong and the others are waiting in the yard to help buy whatever they need.
"Mrs. Ding, you're welcome. It's your first time here and there's nothing to entertain you."
Mrs. Geng¡¯s polite words made Mrs. Ding smile and shake her head, saying:
"See what you are saying is a heretic. If I were being polite, I wouldn't have been able to eat so many snacks just now."
Mrs. Geng chuckled, nodded, put some food for her, and said:
"You eat, you eat."
Yun Qiao sat down next to Yui Wanrou, took a steamed bun and took a bite.
Today¡¯s steamed buns didn¡¯t contain wheat noodles, so they were a bit crumbly.
Looking at Mrs. Ding carefully, Yun Qiao breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that she did not reject her in any way.
"It's not bad. Although it's not as fine as japonica rice or wheat flour, it's still enough to fill your stomach." Mrs. Ding commented.
Geng sighed after hearing this and echoed:
"Yes. We can still have enough to eat. There are many places where we can't even afford food, let alone fine grains. I think this corn is pretty good. At least we won't be hungry."
Mrs. Ding swallowed what was in her mouth, took out a wad of banknotes from her waist, and placed it on the table.
A stack is worth a hundred taels of face, and by visual inspection, the bottom line is two thousand.
Geng frowned, Yun Qiao was surprised, and Yu Wanrou was puzzled.
Mrs. Ding sighed softly, looked at the three of them, and said:
"Old madam, don't think I'm talkative. Think about this Bao Gu again. If any of the Yun family's sons and daughters can be given this credit, it will be supreme. They may even be able to hold the hereditary official position of 'Thousand Households'. But if you insist on it, For Qiaoer, the most it can give is gold, silver and jade."
"I feel ashamed when I talk about this matter. I only recently found out that Qiaoer was the first to take part in the potato incident that year. But at that time, my husband was in jail, so Fifth Master took this credit in order to save him. The arrangement was given to my husband."
"After I learned about it, I felt uncomfortable, and I didn't know how to thank your family. So, I used this most vulgar and practical thing. These two thousand taels are my husband and I's thoughts. I hope my wife doesn't want it. reject."
Hearing this, Mr. Geng shook his head, took back his hand, and said:
"Mr. Ding is an upright official, and he is there as soon as possible when people are in trouble. Mr. Ding takes the credit, which is better than us ordinary people. I can't ask for this money, Mrs. Ding, please take it back."
"Old madam, I beg you, just keep it." Mrs. Ding insisted on giving it.
Seeing this, Yunqiao, the party involved, sighed.
He took one from the pile of banknotes and said:
"Mrs. Ding, this is enough."
"Qiao'er"
Before Mrs. Ding could finish her words, Yuan Wanrou said quietly:
"Madam, we have accepted your offer. If you insist on giving it again, it will be a loss of relationship between our two families. As for this credit, Qiaoer has nothing wrong with it. Even if it is given to the three sons of the Yun family, they will not agree. ."
Hearing this, Mr. Geng nodded, his face full of joy (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com