There were two tenants from the Xing family here, and the other three were fertilizing the cotton fields. When they heard this, they rushed over, and their backs were soaked in sweat. "The girl from the boss is here? It's this family again. I'm going to make up my mind to occupy the fertile land."

Another tenant said: "If this continues, there is no way. I paid the rent this year. My girlfriend, please reply. We don't want to rent it anymore. We can't survive... Mulberry trees and cotton, to make more money, we plant winter wheat in cotton fields. These are not cold and drought-resistant. The water always needs to be watered. Their family has a big business and is in the upper reaches. The water is broken and there is no place to make a decision..."

"That is, in order to prevent cold in winter, we must water it, otherwise the wheat will freeze to death..."

The principle of watering is that water absorbs heat during the day and releases heat at night, and does not freeze crops to death in winter. After long-term practice, the ancients understood these principles. Especially in Jiangnan, there are a complete set of experience in intensive cultivation and planting various crops. Rich businessmen, literati, and landlords will buy some farm instructions to refer to, and there are even many people who use their own test methods and experiments to record them.

"I understand. When I go back and say that I have to deal with my parents, whether to deal with Chief Jing Jia, should I deal with it privately or the government will come to do it? There is always a saying that I, a girl, don't know these things..." Although this matter is related to Xing Xiuyan herself, she understands that she can't handle it.

The five tenants were dejected and had nowhere to be angry. They each held up wooden handles of shovels and hoes, and stood aside.

Xing Xiuyan wanted to ask for his cousin Jia Cong, but he saw that he was meditating and did not seem to be meddling in other people's business. She wanted to speak but stopped. Yes, Jia Cong was just a little boy. At the age of age, he was five years old and was determined to study, twenty or twenty, and thirty years old. What could he do? Xing Xiuyan thought so, neither angry nor resentful.

The group of people opposite came over. The ancestor duke who had had a conflict that day was in the list. The ancestor duke whispered to the housekeeper, and the housekeeper was arrogant: "This must be the Xing girl from Shengze? The girl's family is like a saying! A hundred miles away is the territory of Wujiang's family, so we don't have to register for ourselves. If you report to the official... Hehe, it depends on who is so good in the court..."

"I don't think it's better than anyone else's words, but who has more power and who has more money, right?" Jia Cong said in.

The housekeeper looked cold: "Who is this young husband?"

"We don't need to register for ourselves. The 'Jia is true, white jade makes a horse for the hall,'" Jia Cong said lightly: "You should know that the 'Dule' is even more clear..."

"I've been neglected. It turned out that they were the four great masters of Jinling." The housekeeper was not respectful: "I only realized today that the Xing family actually had a marriage with the Jia family... But we wanted to handle this matter, and we have said it a long time ago that for the sake of easy management, the Xing family is only 20 acres of land. We have negotiated it in previous years..."

Although the Jia family is a mansion, the princess is gone. The four major families are married to each other. No one dares to provoke them in Jinling, the hometown of Suzhou. They may not be arrogant. A strong dragon will not defeat local snakes. Even a small leader of the thugs has power behind it.

In fact, they were not afraid of the descendants of noble families. The waters in Jiangnan were deep. Wujiang was a branch of Huating Wei family, and had been from Hanlin for generations. They had been a lecturer of Taizong, Shengzu, and Yongle. In terms of fame and status, how could they be afraid of them? In this way, the slaves of these aristocratic families were also used to being arrogant. They only found out that Jia Cong was the prince of Rongguo Mansion and the current prefect of Suzhou Shen Hao was the master of Jia Cong, but they didn't know and didn't want to inquire, and the housekeeper was not afraid.

"The Xing family doesn't want to sell it, that's the Xing family's business. You are really a slave of the Qing family..." Jia Cong put his hands behind his back, ignored everyone, walked to the ridge of the fields, and said with satisfaction: "Okay, I've taken a look at the 100 acres of land in Wujiang's Wei family. You can offer a price..."

"What did the young master say?" The housekeeper thought he had heard it wrong and snorted coldly: "Then look at who has the bigger fist! See you in Wujiang County!"

Arrogant, this young master from Rongguo Mansion is too arrogant and dares to force his land to buy their family. OK, let’s see which one the county magistrate helps!

...

The family took a boat back to Wujiang. The housekeeper collected several thousand taels of rent. The grand duke was angry at the bow of the boat: "I'll beg the master. Our sister will become the grandmother of the Thirteenth Room. It's best to give the Xing girl the girl to me as her daughter-in-law."

"It's certainly OK. Wujiang County Zun will not offend local gentry for a foreigner! Otherwise, he will not be able to do it, his political achievements will not come out, and his black hat will not be protected. This is one of them. Secondly, our communication is faster than him, and he will use the power of the Jia family to defeat others, and he will always go one step behind. Thirdly, the wife of the Xing family who is not well-developed and married into the Jia family will definitely take them to heart. What are you afraid of?" The housekeeper sneered: "You have to speak kindly for me in front of my grandmother Thirteenth, and blow the wind by the master. You and I will help each other in Shengze, so we will stay for a long time."

The vicious ancestor duke nodded like a good boy, got off the boat and returned to the Wei family mansion in Wujiang County. The servant reported that "the young man from Huating has come here." The housekeeper was stunned for a few seconds and waved his hand to let the grand duke go down. He went into the mansion to give the master. The wives replied and came to the study outside. He heard the voice of the eldest son Wei Shixuan from Huating: "The second volume of "The Painted Skin" in "The Legend of Mountains and Seas" has ups and downs, "The Age of Ghost Story", "The Age of Ghost Story" is a great reunion, but "The Painted Skin" has a skin change. The key point reveals the importance of people from ancient times to the present."

The other one is his friend Jiang Huajiao: "Yes, the manuscript is in the hands of Miss Caiwei. I bought it with her for 300 taels of silver. She won't sell it. This book I bought from Yangzhou Bookstore."

The servant informed that the housekeeper went in and greeted him politely. It turned out that Huating Wei Shixuan was a Suzhou fan and often came over. He was familiar with this family, so he asked whether to care about the house affairs or the housekeeper returned to today's affairs. Wei Shixuan said in surprise: "Jia Cong, which Jia Cong is it?"

"Rongguo Mansion."

Wei Shixuan thought for a while: "That's your business, I won't care for it."

Without the housekeeper retreating, Jiang Huajiao said dissatisfied: "Your branch has done too much. Everything is enough to stop. Are there few jokes in Suzhou? In the Ming Dynasty, there were several Suzhou officials' homes that were set on fire by the people. The public cannot be violated..."

"Stop talking about me, you are not the same. You and I are both the second of the three great masters in Jiangzuo. You finally entered the Hanlin Academy, but you dismissed from office at home with a memorial. I took the exam three times but failed. Are there few reckless things? I just want to see if that Jia Cong is capable..."

...

"You really like the hundred acres of land in Weijia? Be careful to kill you..." Xing Xiuyan shook her head and laughed, and walked in Shengze Lane.

"I'm not robbing... That piece of land is good, with lakes and water sources, and with that hundred acres of land, you don't have to worry about it." Jia Cong made up his plan, and Sun Fu ran up with a favor and handed over the bag. Jia Cong said to Xing Xiuyan: "It's a good thing to send cold clothes to the winter solstice. It's a bad thing for you to buy a skirt, rouge."

When she entered the Xing family yard, Xing Xiuyan opened it while walking. It was a gauze skirt with plum blossom patterns. She almost didn't use these, including rouge, but there was no girl's family who loved beauty, so she smiled and stopped it. That night, she learned that Xing Zhong had gone to the county government office and sent her to inform the Xing family and the Wei family went to court because of the water source in the area.

Xing Xiuyan changed into a gauze dress, her long hair was draped over her shoulders, and her beauty became more and more beautiful. Xing's mother nagged: "Good nephew, are you really sure?"

"Well, we'll win in the end."

The next day, Xing Zhong came back on a boat and said carelessly: "I lost, the lawsuit was lost, and the county magistrate asked us to pay the twenty acres of land to Weijia."
Chapter completed!