Rebirth: Peasant Girl is Good at Farming

After the meal, the two of them moved to Mu Danzi and sat under the locust tree in the courtyard, looking at the crooked gate.

Ning Yan wanted to fix up the house. The fence door could not stop that shameless family, furthermore, she would definitely go up the mountain in the future. If that happened, wouldn't she be bullied to death if she stayed home by others?

It is imperative to build a house with a high wall.

She went back to her room and took out the money pouch that was hidden in a crack on the wall. Looking at the remaining silver inside, Ning Yan counted the money several times and found that it was not even worth a single cent.

Carrying the money, he wondered what kind of house he would build.

Ning Yan did not hide anything and just stared at the crack on the wall, then looked at the silver in Ning Yan's hand. Her eyes widened and she started to panic, what was her purpose for taking out the money now: "Mother, what do you want to do?"

"Build a house! After building a house, raise a dog. Watch the door."

"Build a house?" Ning Tian frowned. He also wanted to live in a big house, but there was a lot of money in building a house. It hurt!

"Yes." This must be done.

Seeing how determined Ning Yan was, she decided to save some money and swallow it down. Maybe once she built a house, her mother would not be so desperate, and that would be a good thing.

"Let's go, to the village head's home." He had to report to the village head about this major matter of building a house.

The moment shshewent out, Ning Yan also packed a bag of sugar. When she went out, he had to get to know some people to help him out.

It's not so good to be empty-handed.

The village chief of Gouzi Bay was surnamed Zhao. He was in his forties and wore a navy blue jumpsuit along with gray pants. In his hand was a cigarette, typical of the clothes of an old man.

The moment he saw Ning Yan, his eyes flashed a look of understanding. The villagers said that the head maid had changed, he initially did not believe them, but now, seeing him, he could not help but believe him. The head maid in front of him was brimming with vitality, completely different from her original listless and dark appearance.

"Why is head maid here today? Is something the matter?"

"There's something." Ning Yan nodded her head and continued: "At the foot of the mountain, the houses are getting more run-down and old. I was just thinking about building a new house, near the forest behind the courtyard."

"Building a house is not a small matter. The cost is not something that ordinary people can afford."

Ning Yan was not an idiot, she naturally knew what the Village Chief was suspecting, and laughed: "Don't worry about that, there is still some money, the day before yesterday when I went up the mountain and picked up a deer, some of the county officials took a fancy to it, and now I have some money on hand."

"Then alright, bring the Mr Xue to see the place. After I see it, I'll draw a line for you."

The Mr Xue that the village chief spoke of was a fortune-teller. Before building a house, people from all over the village would go look for him to see Feng Shui.

Even if he didn't know anything, he could still win a prize.

Mr Xue didn't have much money anyway.

In the original owner's memories, this Mr Xue was a bit quiet on a daily basis.

However, things could still be relied on. He was slightly more skilled in medicine, and was much stronger than the barefoot doctors that roamed the streets. No matter who had a headache, they would always go to Mr Xue.

Ning Yan placed the paper bag in her hand on the table and pushed it. "Then, I'll thank Village Chief Uncle first.

Little Bean was the Village Head's grandson, only two years older than him. A child this age would love a bowl of sweet water.

But the things that could be considered expensive were not things that could be drunk at all times. The square sugar that Ning Yan brought could be considered to be an incredible thing.

The village chief was both happy and worried. He was happy that the girl in front of him really did have the money to build a house. He was worried that the young people were extravagant and dared to buy things like candy. He didn't know how to save money.

Although her thoughts were complicated, she still warned Ning Yan out of the kindness of his heart: "It's easy to obtain the official documents needed to create a house for this girl, but you have to have the help of a leader. If you have more information on Ning Family, you can look for your Second Uncle, but do you have any suitable people in your heart for the current situation?"

"Who do you think is more suitable, Village Head Uncle?" Although she had inherited the original owner's intermittent memories, at this time, Ning Yan didn't want to rely on the original owner's memories to make any decisions.

"If head maid doesn't mind, I'll ask your brother Zhao Liang to help out."

"If Big Brother Zhao has the time, then it would be good. I'm afraid it might delay Big Brother Zhao Liang's official performance."

"What serious business is there? He's just helping people run errands." The village chief shook his head. Although he said these modest words, the smile on his face revealed the satisfaction in his heart.

Zhao Liang was the son of the village chief. He was twenty-five to twenty-six years old and had received a temporary job at the county magistrate's office.

However, when one wore that set of black robes, he would walk around the market with a saber in hand. His grey income was the equivalent of a month's worth of income for ordinary people.

Of course, most of the points were still given to the higher-ups. The remaining money wouldn't be much after the patrolling staff pooped around in the restaurant for a while, but the food was still in their stomachs.

To be able to bring home half of a roasted chicken and duck from time to time was enough to make people envious.

Regarding this, Village Chief Zhao was very satisfied.

"Since the village chief has already said so, then I'll have to trouble Brother Zhao Liang."

"It's no trouble at all." The Village Chief shook his head. He was the Village Chief, if he could make life easier for the villagers, he would definitely work hard.

If the one knocking on the door was the old Ning Yan who was filled with a decaying aura, he would definitely not say a word.

But now, shead maid Ning was brimming with energy and energy, her entire body full of energy. Even if such a person did not have a good future, he would still not have to worry about food and clothing.

Walking out of the village head's home, Ning Yan headed towards the courtyard of Mr Xue.

The courtyard of the Mr Xue was not far from the thatched cottage that Ning Yan lived in. Compared to the thatched cottage, it was much more luxurious, and it was probably the entire village's house that was not as elegant and elegant as the Mr Xue's.

The three-way courtyard was at the foot of the mountain. There were all kinds of herbs planted in the red tiles and white walls.

After knocking on the door, he followed a young boy into the corridor. They passed through the corridor and saw several pots placed on a red wooden railing next to the corridor. There were many plants growing in the pots, and it looked like cotton …

Ning Yan took a deep breath. She had gained knowledge of cotton plants now, and they could still be planted in flower pots.

A basin was squeezed together, and the stem was as thin as a grain pole.

This kind of cotton probably can only bloom but not spit out cotton!

Staring at the cotton seedling, Ning Yan's face was full of emotion.

The boy was dressed in grey robes walking in front. Seeing that Ning Yan was not following him, she stopped and called out: "Lady Ning?"

Ning Yan's attention was still on the potted plants, searching through the original owner's memories carefully, but she could not find anything related to cotton.