The Green Lotus Peasant Girl

After leaving the house, she did not stop and went straight to the village chief's house.

The village chief saw that it was her and sighed, "Really want to buy that land?"

Li Qinghe nodded, "I thought about it a long time ago."

Hearing that, the village head was quite stern, "Normal fertile land is about two to three acres, and fertile land costs five to two. If you want that barren hill, there is nothing on it, just one or two for one acre. But you have to think about it. Once you get the title deed, if you can't sell it, you won't be able to get your money back."

"I understand." Li Qinghe replied casually, secretly calculating her savings. In the past two years, she has saved four taels of silver, plus the twelve taels over there, which can buy ten acres of land, but now the Qian family has started. Marry her mind, then she has to leave a way for herself.

Although Li Qinghe did not marry the right person in his previous life, he does not reject it. As long as the person is right, life will not be sad. "Excuse me, please take me to the town to write the title deed, and then find Brother Bing to measure it."

The village chief frowned, "Buying land is a big deal, it's not a little bit of money, don't be so anxious, don't regret it."

"I don't regret it." Li Qinghe pursed her lips. "Today, my Aunt Qian asked someone to show me to see him. He is the cousin of Uncle Wanwan's family."

"Naughty!" Although there are many foreigners living in this village, the village chief is the Li family, and by all accounts he is the cousin of Li Qinghe's grandfather, and a very close elder. At this time, he was a little angry, "Don't worry, I will go Tell your grandfather about this, he won't let your father find you in-law's indiscriminately."

Li Qinghe said hurriedly, "Don’t bother grandpa. In the end, it’s all about money. I never heard that Aunt Qian would help me negotiate a marriage. Today, I suddenly called someone...waiting for me to get the title deed. When they get it, they will stop. If it still fails, I will ask Grandpa to be the master."

What I went to find in the town was still Zhou Chengkang’s carriage, and the village chief kept persuading, "Are you no longer thinking about it? The land is really useless."

Li Qinghe was determined, and said firmly, "I want to take the land deed. The silver is easily taken away, but the land deed is my name and will always be mine."

This is indeed the truth. If the name is not written on the silver, whoever gets it will count as the title deed.

All the land in the town is under the control of the mayor. The village mayor has already asked about it. Although the mayor is confused, he doesn't ask much. In the final analysis, this kind of wasteland cannot be sold, and Li Qinghe is willing to buy it. This money does not need to be recorded. In other words, as long as no one asks the money, it is likely to fall into the mayor's private house.

Li Qinghe didn't care about this. Anyway, the title deed was real. After getting the piece of paper with ten acres of wasteland wet, and seeing the signature in the corner, she was relieved.

Then, two more government officials followed the carriage back to the village, took the measuring bamboo pole, and began to measure the ground. Li Qinghe stuffed two cents of silver for the two of them, and then relaxed the amount when measuring the land. The village head followed. The two and the village head seemed to know each other. They talked and laughed all the way and finished measuring the land. Of course, it was more than ten acres. Li Qinghe chose the flattest piece, which was deserted and no one came over after the measurement.

Zhou Chengkang sent the two government officials back to the town, and Li Qinghe returned to the village with the village chief with the title deed.

The village chief lives at the entrance of the village. He went home to pass by the door of Li Qinghe's house. When he reached the door of her house, he paused, "I haven't been to your house for a long time, so let's go in and take a look."

This was trying to beat Qian, Li Qinghe was grateful, and hurriedly led him in.

I didn't feel it when I walked outside, but I found it lively in the yard. Qian smiled and came out carrying the teapot, apparently planning to add hot water. When he saw the village head and Li Qinghe walking in, his complexion became stiff, and he quickly recovered his smile, "Uncle San is here, hurry in and sit in the house."

Then he instructed Li Qinghe, "Qinghe, pour tea for your third grandfather." After speaking, he pulled her into the kitchen.

The tone is close and casual. In fact, although their family and the village chief are related by blood, they are not so close. As for the reason...we have to start with Li Fu and Qian.

When the two were separated, it was nothing. Unmarried men and women admired each other, but the marriage failed too much. No wonder, but after the Qian's widow came to hook up with Li Fu, many people couldn't accept it.

It was Li Qinghe's grandparents. When Li Fu and Xu's family were married, Li Fu became angry with his parents. After they got married, they didn't have much contact with each other. But when he hooked up with Qian's family, they completely broke off contact there.

This is also the reason why Li Qinghe refused the village chief's proposal to let her grandfather be the master. There is no contact anymore, and I feel like I lowered my head to find her son again.

"Where have you been? You won't really ask the village chief to help you decide?" Qian said while adding water to the pot, "My nephew is two years younger than you, but he has been learning carpentry for five years. If you marry him in the future, you won’t have a hard time. I’m also doing this for your own good. But if you have such a big reaction, you can tell me if you are not willing to run out like this. Just now your aunt brought him and didn’t watch. You, how embarrassing I am."

Li Qinghe was irritable when he heard it. "You asked for the embarrassment. Let me see you. Why don't you tell me? I don't know if I don't know, I think you are an old bustard."

Qian frowned, "What are you talking about? Don't talk like that when you're not happy."

Li Qinghe picked up the cup, "Then I'll tell you now, I don't agree to this marriage. I'm not happy with any of your Qian's family, right?"

Qian gave her a hand, looked at the yard, and lowered her voice, "You keep your voice down. You are a stubborn child. You can't refuse a good marriage because you hate me. How difficult is it for a peasant girl to marry a skilled worker? , If it wasn't for the relationship between our two families and it was not your turn. I would harm you, but your father would never. This marriage would be good for your father..."

This kind of person, no matter what she says to her, she only listens to what she wants to hear, and the rest is the wind blowing in her ears, Li Qinghe is impatient, "You have to be happy to marry you! Anyway, I won't marry!"

Qian frowned, "Don't think that I don't know your thoughts. That week's family was so good, so poor, and the whole family would wear a suit. He has been busy for you recently, just for your money!"

"The silver is gone." Li Qinghe said casually.

Hearing this, Qian was stunned for a moment, his voice raised and eagerly said, "Where did you spend it?"

Seeing her anxious face, Li Qinghe was happy, "It's over anyway."

After speaking, he took a teacup into the hall and poured tea for the village chief.

The Qian clan who was left in a daze murmured, "It's gone, it's gone, how can it be gone, ten taels..."

Li Qinghe was in a good mood, and when he was pouring tea, he heard someone say behind him, "It is indeed a child raised by my sister. He is sensible and quick to do things. Whose family is blessed if they can get this girl." Zhao Wanwan's aunt.

The village chief immediately answered, "I'm still young and ignorant." An elder's humble tone, and the young age also meant to refuse marriage.

Originally, I was young, so what kind of pro? If you are a sensible person, you will not deliberately mention the relationship here.