Osmanthus said this sonorously, and it was full of murderous spirit, making it clear that she was a small landlord, and whoever provoked it would suffer.

But after all, she is a child, no matter how imposing she is, it can't change the reality that she is still only a teenager.

But none of those people dared to speak again at this time, because the land deed in Osmanthus really scared them.

Three acres of land fell on a child's body, what does this mean?

Either the family has money and bought three acres of wasteland for the child to play around.

Either that, or maybe this kid is really capable.

But no matter what, the deposit of the title deed made these people's hearts obediently put into their stomachs.

Osmanthus stood in place and looked coldly at the twenty or so people, and no one said anything for a long time, so she approached the carriage again, and with the help of Mu Tunchang's hand, she sat on the carriage again.

"Uncle Mu, let's go!"

With Osmanthus's order, the three ox carts moved again.

With the help of Guan Dashan and Mutun Chang, she divided a piece of land near the foot of the mountain, and then Mu Tun Chang assigned the area that the twenty-one people were responsible for.

This morning finally had a free time, and Osmanthus asked about the situation of Guan Dashan and Mutun Chang going to other villages yesterday afternoon to inquire.

"Girl, I went to other villages yesterday to contact me, and I learned from this question that our entire town, like our village and Shibalitun, is actually a village with less than 400 people. As for the rest, they are less than half as affected by the disaster. As long as this court can exempt them from grain taxes this year, it will be too easy for them to have a new year! ”

As soon as he mentioned this matter, Guan Dashan couldn't help but feel indignant in his heart.

I knew that none of their villages had such a serious disaster, so when the osmanthus family scattered grain, they would be able to have more.

Hearing such news, Osmanthus was also stunned, she heard it from Meng Liang at the beginning, but nearly half of the people in the town were affected.

If what Meng Liang said is true, then there is an opportunity to earn food now, and it is said that everyone should not let it go.

But looking at Guan Dashan's meaning, it seems that everyone is unwilling to get food from him.

Could it be that Meng Liang deceived himself?

Osmanthus didn't draw a conclusion, but turned her head to look at Mu Tunchang, raised her eyebrows and asked, "What about Uncle Mu?" Did you ask yesterday what was the news? ”

Mu Tunchang's face froze, and he sighed deeply before saying, "I went to several other villages yesterday afternoon, and the news I received was basically the same as what Village Chief Guan said. ”

"Oh?" Osmanthus raised her eyebrows again.

"There are eleven villages in our town, and yesterday afternoon, I and Village Chief Guan were responsible for walking through four villages. Some of the four villages I went to had not suffered any disasters, and some of them had not suffered much even if they had been affected. Even if they paid the grain tax, there would be enough food left over for them to survive the winter. ”

Mu Tunchang's face became more and more ugly, and at the end, he subconsciously clenched his fists.

After listening to Mu Tunchang's words, Osmanthus did not speak again, and her face was gloomy.

In this way, the two old and the young sat in a carriage, and no one said a word, just silent.

After a long day's work, Osmanthus sat up straight, stretched lazily, and said lazily: "Okay, two uncles, the smaller the affected place, the fewer the victims." That's a good thing, and we should be happy about it. As for the stricken village, the village chief, can you ask if they are going to come and help with the work and earn some food for the winter? ”。

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