How can Xiuxian consider firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea, Xiuxian is a person who goes out with a blower every day without eating or drinking, and even if he eats it, he can photosynthesize and solve it, how do you know how difficult it is to find a market.

No matter how good your things are, if you don't have a market for the pile, you can only smash them or sell them cheaply.

She has time to find this market, and she can do as many things as she can.

Some people will say, isn't the Cishan faction next door, people are good at business, Zhao Chengcheng just wants to reply to the person who asks such a question, big brother and sister, do you know what a middleman makes the difference.

In front of the money, the gods have to go to the back.

The carriage appeared at the entrance of the new village, and the four cylinders came back first, and he was married to a capable daughter-in-law by the village people, and the husband and wife waited at the entrance of the village dignifiedly: "Dongjia, you are here." ”

"Hey, here, let's see how fifty families arrange." Zhao Chengcheng has nothing to do, she has a target, and she does not delay other people's work, the houses of fifty families are still under construction, and they are preparing to go to the beams.

The upper beam is a big event, and it is necessary to set off a toast.

When the farm is slack, everyone helps each other, and it is easier than usual to repair a house, but Zhao Chengcheng draws people out to pass the drain, and there are a lot fewer people: "Daughter-in-law, the red paper on the upper beam is painted on the face of the land mother-in-law." "It's not just the face of the land woman, but also a little weird, and Wan Li feels that this portrait is a bit like Zhao Chengcheng.

It's not that Wan Li thinks too much, so the four cylinders take them to see the house that has been tiled, the house is neatly cleaned, and there is a portrait of the mother-in-law of the land on the wall, with black ink lines on the bottom of the red paper.

Seeing the portrait again, Wan Li was really sure that it looked a bit like Zhao Chengcheng: "Daughter-in-law, really, see if it's painted according to you." ”

Zhao Chengcheng, who glanced at the man, asked if he could say something useful, the thing that came out of the ghost's soul painting hand was smiling happily, and any girl of the same age felt like: "The house is good, how many people live in one room." ”

"The smallest household has three people, and the largest has seven people." That is to say, the first tile can only cover the head, there is no way, Zhao Chengcheng only gave the money for a one-story mud tile house, and the excess had to be built by themselves after farming to earn some surplus.

So when I went out, I could see a wooden house built next to the house, and the gaps were glued with mud bricks.

The four waters are one, and it is not like spring in all seasons, although the beginning is the same four characters.

One tube says that the winter in the town is cold and rainy.

If it leaks, it will be uncomfortable.

Zhao Chengcheng was worried about the rain, after all, the construction period of the canal they rushed down was about to rain, and after hearing this, the four-cylinder couple said with a smile: "Boss, although the money is not enough to build a big house, but the thatch is enough to build a roof, and it is really cold, the family will sleep in the big house, and then go back to the hut to live." ”

There is no money, so I can only rely on people to be flexible, and the fifty families are also relatives of the people of the new village, and they have to go to live in the relatives' houses, and help each other.

The house is already there, it is better than sleeping in the field, and now I don't know how to divide the land, and the place next to the small village of the Cishan faction in their new village has been occupied, and the rest of the place looks desperate.

Stones, and sand.

If you cut down the bamboo mountain to fifty households, then rely on the bamboo mountain to support yourself and do not agree, the mountain workshop is still waiting for the bamboo to make money from paper, looking at the drawings of the four cylinders and the drunken vernier drawing, Zhao Chengcheng asked a piece of land, and the four cylinders said that they had been used.

There was only enough room left for five or six new families.

There are more than 40 families.

When she accompanied Zhao Chengcheng to see the sandy land, it was also the first time that she knew that there was such a large piece of fine sand under the Four Waters Guiyi Mountain, and there were two rocky mountains in a row.

After the stones were taken down by the villagers to build the houses, there was still not much soil to be found when they dug up.

"I'll go to the mountain god and ask why this place is so abrupt." Wan Li felt incredible, and called the mountain god, and the mountain god behaved for himself and Zhao Chengcheng.

He waited for the others to finish saluting before he said, "Why is there such a barren mountain and sandy land in the four rivers and one mountain?" ”

The mountain god's expression was stunned, and he hesitated for a while before replying: "Divine Venerable, you don't remember, this is the place left behind when the waves were broken, and it will be like this after the thunder, and there will be no grass." ”

Belch......

He didn't seem to remember, but fortunately, Zhao Chengcheng's cold eyes swept over in time, and Yun Li said that if he could have predicted that he would cause so much trouble for his daughter-in-law, he would have let Po Lang run to the demon world and wait for the thunder.

"What the hell did I marry?" Zhao Chengcheng said what was in his heart.

"Good men are coming." She hasn't defended herself yet.

Zhao Chengcheng hehe, thank you, if you don't come to this ghost place and put her in the house, a woman who doesn't plan to leave the village for the rest of her life can see a ghost.

It's useless to scold a man, Zhao Chengcheng asked the mountain god to think of a way, what can be planted in this barren mountain and sandy land, the mountain god has some way: "The sand can grow a kind of sandy radish, that's it." He took Zhao Chengcheng to see a few wild radish, which were still growing well, and the mountain god had saved a lot of seeds.

It's really dozing off someone handed a pillow, isn't there a fairy handing over a pillow, dried radish and drinking porridge can top it for a few months: "Mountain god, will you plant radish, when can this radish be harvested, is it going to be planted for a long time when the weather is cold." "Zhao Chengcheng has caught a useful person, there is no way, she doesn't expect the high Heavenly Monarch and Wan Li to know the grains.

After all, she is also half a bucket of water, if it weren't for her good fate, let alone feeding hundreds of households in the new village, it would be difficult to raise her and Baozhu.

The mountain god said that he had really planted, and he had nothing to do to take care of the farmland to pass the time, and the radishes in the sandy land were hardy but not waterlogging, and if they were planted now, it would take seventy or eighty days to harvest, and they could be planted all year round.

It is used to make dried radish, radish cake, stewed soup and so on, which is very good, sweet and watery.

In addition to planting radishes, the sand can also grow pumpkins and peanuts, not that there are no pumpkins and peanut seeds nearby, but this land is not very capable of growing living things, the sky thunder split for half a month, and those who can survive must add two words strong after the name What radish is strong, pumpkin is strong, and it is also the existence of a variant type.

After visiting the cave where the mountain god looked like a seed bank, Zhao Chengcheng excitedly shook the hand of the mountain god: "You came at the right time, it's much more timely than the sand sculpture in the town to eat rice." "Needless to say, who the sand sculpture is, it is the Heavenly Monarch.

Tianjun, who was still settling accounts, sneezed, he easily asked for the first payment, but the second money was stuck in place, and it was a businesswoman who came to cry and cry as soon as she talked about money, and said that her goods were washed away by the water halfway, and then said that the demons and monsters appeared and got her money down the cliff.

In a word, it is a complaint on credit.