Chang’an Peasant Girl

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Pan Shuangquan's father directly scolded: "You are really blinded by lard, why did you want to be entangled by that bitch Lin Luye? Fortunately, you have divorced that bitch, look at that bitch. What did the goods do when they got married to our family, it’s okay to be lazy, and even if you didn’t have a son, you gave birth to two girls and liars, and I have to marry you again.”

The more he scolded, the more Pan Shuangquan's father felt that he hated iron for not becoming steel: "It would be great if you married An Jing, now An Jing is a first-class good citizen, what a beauty, even if she can't give birth to a child, others will have to look at her highly. It's a shameful thing to have a first-class good citizen. If you married An Jing, you would have earned this honor for our family. Now you ask me to marry you two more girls to be your own self! "

Pan Shuangquan sat there silently, letting his father curse. When he learned that An Jing, the first-class good people, had joined him, his bowels turned green.

He really regrets it.

If there was no Lin Luye at the beginning, then he would have married An Jing, and the status of that first-class good citizen is probably not sealed on Jing Jing, but on his husband.

Panjia Village has never been a first-class good citizen!

I really regret it the more I think about it.

He regrets it here, and the people in Jiuping Village also regret it, but Naihe has already fallen out with Jingjing and Xiao Changyi, and now he can't even try to cheer him up, and he feels extremely frustrated.

Their enemies are living better and better, but they are living worse and worse, can they not be shy in their hearts!

As soon as Wang Youbao learned that An Jing, a first-class good citizen, had joined him, he came from the town to congratulate An Jing. He also brought An Jing and Xiao Changyi a pound of tea, which was a gift to congratulate An Jing, a first-class good citizen.

Quietly accepted.

Wang Youbao unceremoniously stayed for a meal, and then left.

The tea that Wang Youbao brought was still very good. He quietly brewed a pot of tea, and then drank slowly in the yard with Xiao Changyi.

"Xianggong, our family doesn't have to pay taxes in the future." An Jing was very satisfied with this.

"Um."

"Xiang Gong." She leaned against his shoulder suddenly.

Xiao Changyi took advantage of the situation to wrap her shoulders around her to make her lean on more safely, "Huh?"

"Our sweet potato harvest is almost finished. When the sky can be frozen, let's be fans."

"Um."

"Obviously we planted one-third of an acre of sweet potatoes, but we only received that much. We still have a little to eat, and I don't know if we can make 50 pounds of vermicelli. Originally, I planned to sell them. Yes, now it seems that I can only eat it at home."

"If you want to sell it, we can collect sweet potatoes as fans with others. Sweet potatoes are not expensive."

In this era, sweet potatoes are not a food on the table. Only poor people can eat them, which leads to low prices. Very few people buy sweet potatoes. Generally, poor people stay at home and eat by themselves.

If the same land is used, the yield of sweet potato can be much higher than that of rice and wheat.

It is a good way to eat sweet potatoes to prevent starvation.

"I used to think that I could sell for some money. Don't you have no fans? Maybe you can sell a lot of money, but now our family is no longer short of money, it doesn't matter, that's it, don't accept sweet potatoes from others , just make it at home, we cook and eat by ourselves, it is winter when it is frozen, it is cold, we don't need to make ourselves so hard at that time."

"As you like." He said nothing.