Madam, She Has a Tender Heart

Just leave the people in the house to Su's father, Su's mother, and Wei Fuchang, and Su Qingnao will ignore them. read

Two hundred soldiers were still waiting to transport their weapons and head north. Lu Bocheng is still waiting to use it, so he can't delay.

Su Qingyu then went to the weapons room from time to time to take a look, urging them to speed up the progress and produce the quantity Lu Bocheng wanted first.

After telling him what to do here, he went to the market town.

I held a meeting with dozens of village owners to review their work. Now that the winter wheat has been harvested and the early rice has been planted, there is not much work in the fields. However, the spring tea picking is not over yet, and each village has a lot of things to be busy with.

Previously, Su Qingyu and his people used caves to grow mushrooms and bamboo fungus in the forest. Now every village is following suit.

Moreover, it is also the season for planting melons and beans in various villages, and none of the hard-working mountain people is idle and grinding their teeth.

Even if the planting season is over, I will go to the mountains to pick up wild products, find herbs, and pick wild fruits, so there is no time to relax.

In the past few years, the village has been led by Su Qingyu and has been full of energy. Your pockets are bulging, your life is getting better, your life is happy, others are living a prosperous life, but you can't compare to it, it's a shame. Almost no lazy people were seen.

Each village owner now performs his or her own duties, and there is also a rotating management team. When Su Qingyu is not around, the management team can run things smoothly in the joint village. Su Qingyu can also put down her hands.

Now that every village has become rich, the masters of every village have straight backs and walk with wind.

Whenever there is a happy event in the village, they are willing to hold a banquet, and the whole village is lively and lively. Su Qingyu heard a lot at the meeting.

After the meeting, the leader of Zhongzhai also stopped Su Qingyu: "On the fifteenth day of next month, my son will get married. I hope the president will bring his family to support him."

Su Qingyu looked at the red-faced Zhongzhai Master and congratulated him happily: "Okay, I will definitely come. You don't have to worry about no one spending money for you in the future, right? There will be many grandchildren in the future. Give you a hug."

The leader of Zhongzhai grinned happily and refused to admit it: "Hey, how old is he?"

"How old are you? Just early forties. Men, you can have a baby in your seventies or eighties. Are you still worried that Botong can't have children?"

"Hehe, I'm not worried." Zhong Village Master was teased by other village masters, and he felt happy and had a smile on his face.

After a few days, hundreds of family members were settled, and fields were allocated to them.

Some took up hoes to take care of the fields, some went to work in Su Qingnao's various workshops, some wandered around the market town preparing to do some small business, and some usually went to the mountains to pick tea and wild products, including family members. I quickly adapted and blended into the mountains.

The weapons Lu Bocheng wanted were also produced in the iron room, so Su Qingyu sent two hundred soldiers to leave and go north.

Soon Su Qingyu received another letter from Pei Nian's men, saying that dozens of people following Su Qingyu had also been arranged.

Dozens of people who originally followed the team arrived in Renzhou and begged Su Qingyu to take them in.

Su Qingyu thought for a while and asked someone to take them to Renzhou.

It's not that they can't be placed in the mountains, but there are more people in the mountains now, and safety issues are still the first priority. So he wrote a letter asking Pei Nian to help with the arrangements.

Pei Nian is now a useful person under Ma Mingwen and is no longer in Renzhou. However, his former subordinate is now in charge of Renzhou, so it is quite convenient to ask him to help find a village for resettlement.

Seeing that this matter was resolved, Su Qingyu stopped taking care of it.

When I got home from work that day, I saw Dabao and Xiaobao playing with pear blossoms and green dates in front of a pool of white soil, adding water to keep them alive and pinching them.

Su Qingyao's blood suddenly surged.

"How do you take out the things that mom put in the library to play with?" He rushed over.

When Dabao and Xiaobao heard her voice, they were about to pounce over, but stopped when they saw Su Qingyu's sullen face and looked at her sticky hands, which were all dirty.

"Mom." Dabao called her and lowered his head as if he had done something wrong.

"Mom, why did you bring back a cart of soil? The soil is still so white, Xiaobao has never seen it before." Xiaobao was not afraid when she saw her stern face, and pestered her to ask questions.

Lihua and Qingzao were frightened. They hung their heads and stood there in fear.

Seeing that the two children were scared, Su Qingyu also felt that her tone was a bit harsh.

He glared at Xiaobao: "Did you go to the warehouse and take it out?"

Xiaobao also nodded: "I asked grandma, and grandma said it was soil. Xiaobao had never seen white soil, so he filled a basin and played with it. Mom, this soil is sticky with water and can be pinched. , it’s fun.”

She had worked so hard to transport this unlucky child all the way from Tiantai Yongjia. She had been too busy these days and had no time to test it, so she took it out to play with.

So why should we have Xiu Mu? This energetic child should study literature and martial arts every day.

Seeing Su Qingyu trying her luck on several children, Su's mother hurriedly ran out: "Tell the children carefully, why are you scaring them? I haven't asked you yet, why are you bringing a cart of soil back?"

"I'm useful. Mom, don't let Xiaobao play with it anymore. I'm useful for these dirts."

"Okay, the warehouse is usually locked. Today I went in to get something, and Xiaobao saw it. I watched you for several days without saying a word, thinking it was nothing important."

"Sister, what do you want to use that soil for? Can you make money?" Qing Xing surrounded her with bright eyes.

This child, now that he has learned to read ledgers, only sees money, and wants to exchange everything he sees for money.

"Did I miss your allowance?"

"Ah? No. I'm just wondering what this is. Sister, if you work hard to transport it back, it must be of great use. Otherwise, why would you transport it all the way back, right?"

Su Qingyu glared at her and ignored her. Seeing that Lihua and Qingzao were scared, he comforted them with a few words and then let them play with Dabao and Xiaobao.

Mother Su greeted them and left.

Seeing that the children were gone, Su Qingyu asked Qingxing beside her: "Where are the others?"

"Dad took them to build a house. Aunt Lu and Ruyi took Sister Xia He and the others up the mountain to pick tea."

"Where's sister?"

"Sister went to the sauce room."

"Where's Ning Ning?"

"Ning Ning is sleeping in the house. My mother is watching, don't worry."

"Sister, what is that soil used for?" Qing Xing refused to give up, thinking about the few sacks of white and colorful soil, and felt that it must be of great use and might be very valuable. They could not stop asking questions around Su Qingyu.

Su Qingyu glanced at her: "Do you know Guanyin soil?"

"I know. I heard people say that when you can't survive, you can dig up Guanyin soil and eat it to survive."

"That's Guanyin soil."

"ah?"

Those sacks of white-flowered soil are Guanyin soil? Her sister dug more than a dozen sacks of Guanyin soil and brought it all the way back. What was she doing? Are you afraid that your family will have nothing to eat?

"Sister, there is still money at home, and there is a lot of food hidden in the cave..." You don't want to eat Guanyin soil, do you? Is there going to be a war in the south too?

When Su Qingyu saw her look like this, she knew she was wrong and hit her on the forehead.

Just as he was about to speak, Xiaobao ran over: "Mom, what is Guanyin soil?" The child had sharp ears and was thinking about it. He lay at the door and listened for a long time, then ran over again.

Dabao also followed him.

He had never heard of Guanyin soil, nor had he seen such white soil.