Chapter 135

During the Qingming Festival, Ling Tianyang felt that Mu was making a fuss. Although she didn't know Luo Rui's ability very well, the old man in their family was indeed not a simple person. Such methods were left to their family, and they wouldn't be able to make money if they did this.

I can only say that they are really inferior. Ling Tianyang feels that the three-level bonus is not enough for her, but after thinking about it, she forgets it. No matter what, she is not planning to enter the country or anything, she just wants to be a small landowner.

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"Mr. Ling, what's going on? Tell me carefully." Mu Shi changed her zombie face and asked seriously. It seemed that if Ling Tianyang didn't say one, two, three, four, she wouldn't be able to do it today.

Let her go.

Ling Tianyang rolled his eyes helplessly and explained to Mu: "That's it, I told him the 'only' business method. In addition, I will try to design a set of clothes every month to ensure the uniqueness of the design.

, since then, the ready-to-wear stores they opened in the future will have certain uniqueness. I will provide the drawings, and they will layer them for me, and that’s it.

"Of course Ling Tianyang omitted the rest. If Mu knew that Ling Tianyang had handed over the "only" step of making clothes to Luo Rui, and what kind of publicity methods, VIP system, and purchase restrictions she had seen in her previous life.

Of course she didn't tell Mu, otherwise, how could he explain it. So, she consciously omitted these.

Mu frowned and said nothing. After a long time, he stood up and walked into the room alone. Ling Tianyang looked at Mu's back and felt very depressed and confused.

During the Qingming Festival, it rains heavily, and pedestrians on the road feel desperate. Today is the Qingming Festival, and it rains. It’s not heavy. It’s called drizzle here in Bajiaowo. There are small crystal raindrops on the grass on the roadside, and the gray-yellow soil

Ling Tianyang was wet from the rain and a bit slippery when walking up. Ling Tianyang didn't dare to wear cloth shoes.

, can only wear straw sandals. This is the first time in history that Ling Tianyang wears straw sandals. Straw sandals made by Ling Wensheng. Because Ling Tianyang has never worn them before, he always feels itchy on the soles of his feet and laughs every time he takes a step. But thinking about such a serious festival

, I couldn’t hold back my laughter, it was really uncomfortable.

None of the deceased relatives of the Yan family were buried in the banana nest. There were only dozens of spiritual tablets in the house, all of which were displayed by Mu. Since it was early in the morning, ancestor worship had not yet begun, so Ling Tianyang took Yan Tiannan up the mountain with him.

We went to pick Qingming vegetables. Bajiaowo has the custom of eating Qingming cakes during the Qingming Festival. Ling Tianyang has never eaten Qingming cakes, but seeing the greedy look on his face, he thought it must be delicious.

The air on the mountain is very fresh, because it is still raining lightly. Ling Tianyang and Yan Tiannan have a thin layer of raindrops on their heads, which looks like sugar. Peach blossoms, pear blossoms can be seen everywhere on the mountain, and a large number of rape blossoms can be seen at the foot of the mountain.

It winds all the way to the other side of the mountain

, like a long golden belt, surrounded the entire banana nest. The mountain flowers were blooming, and the fragrance washed by the rain was even more charming. Smelling the fragrance, Ling Tianyang and Yan Tiannan each held a small basket in their hands and picked it.

A basket full of Qingming vegetables.

When he returned to Yan's house, he saw his second son walking in with a basket of things. Ling Tianyang quickly followed up and asked, "What are you holding here?"

"Sister, I've brought you a Qingming cake. Try it quickly. This is the Qingming cake made by my mother." Before the second child finished speaking, a fragrance slipped out. It was fragrant and had a bit of a bitter taste.

, but after tasting it, it seems a bit sweet. "Sister, the Qingming cake made by my mother is delicious, please try it quickly."

Ling Tianyang came to this world less than a year ago. She didn't know whether the Qingming cake made by Wang was delicious, so she picked up a Qingming cake and took a bite. Sure enough, it was almost the same as what she smelled, with a refreshing fragrance.

It's slightly bitter, the glutinous rice flour is steamed just right, and there's a little sugar mixed in. It's very delicious.

Ling Tianyang is not a person who likes to eat glutinous things, but today, she ate three in one go. You must know that the Qingming cake made by Wang is not as big as glutinous rice balls, but bigger than an adult's fist.

She actually ate so much.

The second child brought a lot of Qingming cakes, Ling Tianyang put the basket in the kitchen, the Ling family came to send Qingming gifts, and the Yan family also needed gifts in return. Not only that, Ling Tianyang would also send Qingming cakes back soon, which is the custom here in Bajiaowo.

After sending off the second child, Ling Tianyang and Yan Tiannan were preparing to make Qingming cakes in the kitchen. Their Qingming dishes were picked from the mountains just this morning. Ling Wensheng's family probably picked them back yesterday, so they came so early this morning.

Just came over.

Pick the tender parts of Qingming vegetables and wash them thoroughly. Boil water and blanch the clean Qingming vegetables. Take them out immediately. Do not filter the water and cut them directly with a knife. Try to chop them as finely as possible. Slowly add an appropriate amount of glutinous rice flour into the Qingming vegetables.

Crush the dough without adding water, and knead it into soft Qingming vegetable glutinous rice dough. Cut the Qingming vegetable glutinous rice dough into equal amounts of small pieces, of average size.

Take a small dough and make it into a nest shape, wrap it with sesame filling, use a tiger's mouth to slowly tighten the edges of the skin inward to form a ball, and then gently press it into a round cake shape.

Heat the pot, pour a little oil, turn it so that the oil evenly covers the bottom of the pot, turn to low heat, add the Qingming cake, cover it, fry slowly, turn over and continue frying until the Qingming cake becomes raised.

They made a lot of Qingming cakes. Today is a festival anyway, and the Yan family has no relatives in Bajiaowo, so they had to send them to Ling Tianyang for Qingming.

After making Qingming cakes, we started to worship ancestors. Because Yan Tianxun was not at home, Yan Tianjue did everything today. Ling Tianyang, Yan Tiannan and Mu were responsible for setting the table, serving the dishes, and other

It has nothing to do with them.

After offering sacrifices to their ancestors, Ling Tianyang took Yan Tianjue and Yan Tiannan back to her parents' home. Mrs. Wang seemed to have expected them to come. As soon as Ling Tianyang entered the house, she saw a table full of food. Ms. Wang was very happy today.

It was a big table. The Ling family's life was much better now, so most of the meat dishes on the table made Ling Tianyang laugh.

After dinner, Ling Tianyang took Ling Wensheng and the two of them sat and chatted outside the yard. The Ling family's newly built house had a well-kept yard. A gravel road was paved from the courtyard gate to the main house, with Ling Wensheng digging it from the mountain on both sides.

Bayberry trees, chestnut trees, peach trees, pear trees, etc., miscellaneous

Eight, a lot. Ling Tianyang is married, so the current situation of the Ling family is that the Yang is strong and the Yin is weak. Wang is a woman, so naturally she can only count the father and son. There are very few flowers and plants in the yard, only a few clusters of wild orange flowers.

, Wang complained to Ling Tianyang for a long time about this.

"Dad, the rapeseed in the fields you bought is almost ripe. Are you going to plant it all into rice or what should you do?"

Ling Tianyang gave almost all of his private money to Ling Wensheng and asked him to help buy the land. The food grown by the people in the land belongs to them. After harvesting, what they sow is theirs. To be honest, for this reason up to now, Ling Tianyang

She has never asked Ling Wensheng how many acres of land he bought for her, but thinking about the hundreds of taels of silver that he handed over to Ling Wensheng, it should be quite a lot.

"Yangyang, I was just about to tell you this. Our family has about 300 acres of land, or 400 acres of land. I can't farm this much land by myself. After thinking about it for so long, I still haven't found a way.

, you can't just buy it and sell it again." Ling Wensheng was a little distressed. It turned out that when his family had no land, they dreamed of having hundreds of acres of land one day. But now that the land has come, he is alone.

Ling Tianyang wanted to laugh a little when he heard this. Ling Wensheng was a simple and honest rural man. In his mind, the fields in rural areas must be cultivated by themselves, and the fields must not be wasted. It is their lifeblood.

"Dad, how much do I have?" Ling Tianyang wanted to find out how many fields she had first, so that she could work with Ling Wensheng and his family to ask for help. Besides, she hadn't forgotten how to make wine, and she also wanted to use it to make wine.

Making money.

Ling Wensheng heard her daughter's answer was wrong and looked at her puzzled, but still replied: "Yours is less, and the land is about 500 acres. Yangyang, your family doesn't even have a single laborer. What should you do?"

?" Having said this, Ling Wensheng looked at her daughter worriedly. There are only three women in the Yan family, and they are still working hard. They are just women, and it is not good to work in the fields.

Ling Tianyang was stunned when he heard that there were so many fields. It seems that last year's drought was really serious. Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many people wanting to sell their fields. "Dad, are they all near Bajiaowo?" There are so many fields.

, Ling Tianyang didn’t believe that so many fields could be found near Bajiaowo.

"Of course not. Most of them are not in Bajiaowo. Most of them are in Xuyang County, where your aunt is, and some are in your grandfather's house. There are also some in Xiaba, but not many."

"Dad, with so much land, our family will definitely not be able to farm. Let's find some long-term workers. By the way, dad, are we buying scattered pieces or the entire village from my aunt?" Ling Tianyang suddenly remembered that if he found long-term workers, he would have to arrange accommodation.

Their home is so far away from Xuyang County, so it is impossible for Changgong to find a place to live on his own.

"Uh, this, what we bought is a Zhuangzi, Yangyang, yours is not, that, I told your mother that when the harvest comes out next year, we will buy you a Zhuangzi." Ling Wensheng's meaning was very obscure, Ling Tianyang

I still heard that she had little money and could not afford to buy one.

As a villager, she had to buy loose ones, but after hearing what Ling Wensheng said, Ling Tianyang almost cried. So what if she could never go back to that era? Here, she also enjoyed the love of her father and mother, and, like

Her parents were very kind to her just like her previous life.
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