"You inform them that we won't leave tomorrow and will stay here for two more days."

Du Chun'an knew that the county magistrate still had something to say, so he didn't leave.

"The village chief and the villagers are both good people. They told everyone about farming selflessly without any conditions. If we leave like this, it seems that everyone is very ruthless.

I thought about it, no matter what, the village chief and others are kind to us, and this kindness can be repaid a little bit. You see, after the rice is taken back, it has to be detached, and after it is detached, it has to be transplanted..."

Then Qingyun looked at Du Chun'an.

"I'll notify you right away." Du Chun'an understood. He got the villagers' secret planting recipe in vain, and the county magistrate had uneasy conscience.

No matter what happens to the county magistrate in the future, at least now he is a good official who thinks about the people.

Du Chun'an went to Mad Wolf Miao and the others to convey Qingyun's wishes, and then went to the village chief's house to convey Qingyun's words. The village chief was happy, grabbed Du Chun'an's hand, and said three times, "What a good man!"

Qingyun went to find Song Wenqian again, looked at the few bright houses in the village, and returned to the carriage after thinking about it. There were not that many houses in the village, so she slept in the carriage for only a few nights, and there was no one to squeeze in with her.

Also slept well.

The people in the convoy slept well, but many people in the village did not sleep well.

The village elder and his wife went to bed. The eldest granddaughter came and knocked on the door to look for her grandmother. The village elder lay still and did not move. The elder and grandson went to the side room next to them and murmured in the room for a long time before the granddaughter went back.

The village chief wondered why he was knocking on the door even after he fell asleep. He had been so tired these past two days that he was not in the mood to care about women's affairs.

The village chief's wife got on the bed and lay down. She glanced at the old man in the dark, thought about it and asked him something. The village chief thought the old lady was crazy.

"Impossible, you don't even think about his identity and what kind of noble girl he is in the city. How can he fall in love with your granddaughter if he has never seen a beautiful girl? There are not many people in the village who are better looking than your granddaughter. Don't mess with me.

Come, tell your granddaughter to calm down and stop thinking about things that don't belong to her."

The village chief turned around and ignored the old woman. He didn't even look at how much he weighed. He went out with his servants to escort the bodyguard. He had lost his status and wealth.

"Hey, you old man, you go and ask for a lot of meat. I heard that it is normal for a young master from a wealthy family to have three wives and four concubines. We are not the real wives. If we are his concubines, our family will be a mess.

There is endless wealth to enjoy.”

The village chief laughed because of the dead old woman.

"Being a concubine? Is this your idea? Or is it your granddaughter's?" The village chief said with a sullen face. If his granddaughter suggested it, he would kill that worthless thing.

There is an old saying: It is better to be the wife of a poor family than the concubine of a rich family. It can be seen that being a concubine does not have many good endings.

"I'm just making an analogy," the couple have been together for decades. The village chief's wife knew that the old man was angry without even lighting a lamp.

"What's so bad about our girl? She needs to have a decent appearance, a big butt that's easy to give birth to, and a clean house and a clean house. Who in the village wouldn't praise her for her prosperous husband? She looks like a girl in the city, as thin as a stick.

, it floats when the wind blows, what’s the matter, it’s unlucky for the child to have no one around him for the rest of his life.” The village chief’s wife snorted disdainfully, and then pushed the old man.

"I've made inquiries and found out that this young master doesn't have his wife with him. I heard from the people in the motorcade that they won't go back to the city after returning to their hometown. Do you think that if he marries a wife, he won't have to take her with him?"

These words made the village chief move.

"He's not married, so why can't our Niuniu think about it? What if he likes our Niuniu like that? If a man is unmarried and a woman is unmarried, it's God...what...what a match,"

The village chief's wife thought for a long time but couldn't come up with the idiom, so she ignored it and said: "This is a good fate made by God. Our village is so remote, and he doesn't go anywhere, but he comes to our village. What is it if it's not fate?"

?”

The village chief didn't bother to refute. It is always good to look after one's own family.

Except for the village chief's family, almost everyone with daughters at home has this plan. They are dazzled by the wealth of the motorcade and cannot become the young master's concubine, so it would be good for the young master to have those few around him.

…………

Qingyun didn't know that many people in the village were against her. After dawn, she followed the villagers to continue working.

There were several young girls in the village. Qingyun didn't think much about it at first. Tian Duoliang and the crazy ones were always winking at her in a lewd way and looking at those girls. Qingyun realized that these girls were rubbing against her the most.

There was a girl with a round face, let alone being fat. She had two pimples of red rouge painted on her face, like red monkey buttocks. She didn't feel ugly, but thought she was so beautiful that she shyly gave her a wink.

The corners of Qingyun's eyes twitched, he quickly turned away, gave Mad Wolf Tian Duoliang a kick, and said seriously: "Work, you have to look like a worker when you work, be more serious with me."

As a girl, she had nothing to offer, and she tried to avoid girls. In ancient times, girls were reserved and difficult to flirt with, and could easily get into trouble. If she had her previous temperament, she would have started flirting long ago.

Tian Duoliang's crazy wolf was also frightened away by the girl. He stopped teasing Qingyun, and instead sympathized with him for being attracted by such a woman.

Qingyun noticed that not only the round cake girl was wearing makeup, but also all the fifteen or sixteen-year-old girls in the village were wearing makeup. I don't know who told them, but they all turned into monkey butts. It was really scary.

Not only the adults were frightened, but the children in the convoy were so frightened that they screamed.

"Brother, is there something wrong with that woman's eyes? She keeps blinking at you." Qingtian was so courageous that the other children were frightened, but he was not frightened and he looked at her very carefully.

"You read it wrong. Have you written down the calligraphy you learned from Grandpa Song today?" Qingyun's mouth twitched and he quickly changed the subject.

"Yes," Qingtian grabbed Qingyun's hand and wrote silently, then ran away.

During lunch, the village chief came to see Qingyun. He hesitated to speak. Qingyun asked him: "Village chief, if you have anything to do, just tell me. If we can help, we will definitely help."

The village chief looked at the young man and wanted to ask him if he was married. Because of his identity, he couldn't ask and left with his hands behind his back.

Qingyun raised his eyebrows, no matter what, if something really happened in the village, Du Chun'an would handle it.

The village chief went to Song Wenqian's place and didn't say anything. He sat there and smoked. After finishing a cigarette, he looked at the calm Mr. Song and finally spoke.

"Mr. Song, I'm asking you something. If it's inconvenient, just pretend I didn't tell you."

"Say." Song Wenqian laughed.

"Is your young master married?"

Song Wenqian was stunned. He didn't expect the village chief to ask about this matter. After thinking about it, he said: "I'm just a gentleman. I don't know much about the young master's family. I heard that his parents have made an engagement for him. What do you ask, brother?"

What happened?"

Song Wenqian had a guess in his mind that Qingyun could not get married here. It was not because he disliked girls. He had lost his memory. It was hard to say whether Qingyun got married here.

If this matter is not handled well, it will not be good for anyone.

I don’t know what Song Wenqian told the village chief. In the afternoon, the village chief saw that she was normal, and the round cake girl didn’t come close to her, which made Qingyun relieved.

With more people and greater strength, we can finish removing the ears in one day.

The people in the team all came from farming backgrounds, and it was nothing to do a day's work. Qingyun had never done farm work for such a long time, and his neck was sore and swollen, and his arms were numb.
Chapter completed!