The villagers went crazy and took her back too.

"oops!"

At this time, Mu Weiyang could no longer resist. Under the siege of the villagers, his thin and frail body had already been covered with cuts and bruises. Even his clothes made of fine satin were in tatters.

Feng Jiu seemed to be pulled by someone, but he used his strength to fight and was not injured at all. On the contrary, the villagers around him were dizzy. They felt that the ugly daughter-in-law of the Mu family was as slippery as a loach and could not be caught.

"Ah! I think you are looking for death, so I will ask grandpa to kill you!"

Mu Weiyang screamed in pain, and harsh words came out of his mouth.

Not only were the villagers not afraid, they became even more ruthless.

Feng Jiu was able to do it with ease and couldn't see past it, so he reached out and grabbed Mu Weiyang's hand.

Mu Weiyang was used to being arrogant, and he was so frustrated that he couldn't bear it. He shouted arrogantly at his servants, "They are all unruly people, let me remove their hands and feet!"

Seeing the villagers' eyes turning red and rushing toward Mu Wei Yang, Feng Jiu, one with two heads and two heads, raised his hands and said, "Everyone, please listen to me!"

"What are you listening to, you..."

Before Mu Weiyang could finish speaking, Feng Shijiu struck her with a knife. The second half of her sentence was stuck in her throat, and she was so frightened that it seemed like there were thousands of evil spirits from hell approaching.

The noisy Mu Weiyang shut up, and then Feng Jiu continued, "How about we make a bet?"

"bet?"

The villagers present were all unkempt, and they were all surprised. They were all commoners, and it was good to support their families. What bets?

Feng Jiu was not in a hurry, he glanced at the severed head statue with his peripheral vision, stepped up to it in two steps, and stood on the incense altar, with the posture of Lord Qingtian presiding over justice, "From now on, I will use two acres of land as my

Yes, every autumn harvest, if the harvest is higher than that of my herdsman, all taxes will be waived. If not, the grain tax will still be collected. How about that?"

The villagers were stunned and looked at each other in disbelief, "Is this true?"

"really."

Feng Jiu raised the corners of his lips. These villagers had been farming for their whole lives, so they naturally felt that they had a chance to win.

Sure enough, although everyone was doubtful, they were afraid that Feng Jiu would regret it, so they loudly said, "This is what you said, it's final!"

The rioting villagers dispersed, and Mu Weiyang finally reacted. He stared blankly at Feng Jiu, who was strategizing, and was so angry that his tongue was tied, "You, who do you think you are? When did it become your turn to make the decision in our family?"

Feng Jiu didn't take it seriously, jumped down from the incense altar, and glanced at her, "Miss Mu, only when you have hope can you have a goal to strive for. Yesterday I looked at the accounts and found that the taxes are not heavy, but the harvests are not good every year."

"On the one hand, the villagers complained about not having enough to eat, and on the other hand, the rent collected was greatly reduced."

"If they want to win, they will naturally go all out, not to mention, we may not lose!"

With that said, Feng Jiu had already stepped out of the temple door. Mu Weiyang froze on the spot, smacking Feng Jiu's words carefully.

What she said is indeed reasonable, but why should she, an ugly daughter-in-law who bought into the family, be better at managing household affairs than she, the eldest lady?

Looking at the injuries on his body, Mu Weiyang was so angry that his teeth itched. A Hedong lion roar came from the temple, "Feng Jiu, you white-eyed wolf!"

Pastoral Hall.

Mr. Mu sat on the Taishi chair and listened to Mu Weiyang's complaints.

He frowned slightly, stroking his white goatee, thoughtfully.

Feng Jiu did this not for a certain reason, but because he was afraid that if half of the villagers produced more food than the Mu family, the land they released would be given away, and they would have to pay the government taxes out of their own pockets.

However, in previous years, although rent was collected, after excluding the government collection, there was indeed not much left.

"Grandpa! Say something!"

Seeing the old man Mu's presence, Mu Weiyang was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, jumping around the old man, "Otherwise, divide her family, she wants to die, she wants to bring trouble to our family, there is no way!"

"Separation?"

Mr. Mu knocked on the cigarette pole next to the young man, "What should your brother do?"

"Grandpa, you don't really think that my brother can have a fat boy with her, right?" Mu Weiyang snorted with great disdain, "Putting your hopes on my brother, it's better to wait.

I!"

Mr. Mu didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Mu Weiyang, a little girl, was very fickle in her work, and she was as good as a big boy.

"If it works, let's divide it."

The old man smiled and said, "Let the nineteen take your brother to support himself. If the autumn harvest is successful, your brother will take the position of head of the family!"

Mu Weiyang was happy to hear the first half of the sentence, but not the second half.

Although my brother is stupid, he is the only male in the family. I don’t know what grandpa is still looking forward to. Could it be that he is still hoping that his brother will lead everyone out of the village?

Feng Jiu, who learned about the family separation, is planning the two acres of seedling fields she has just planted. She has little experience, but she also knows that most of these crops depend on the weather, and the harvest will be high every year.

The best outcome is that she wins, the villagers pay the grain tax, and there is still a surplus.

"What are you writing, madam?"

Feng Jiu rustled his pen, and the man behind him leaned over.

He had a pleasant fragrance on his body. As soon as Feng Jiu turned around, he saw an impeccable face in his dark eyes. At first glance, it was really frightening.

"There are no paintings, and you can't understand them."

Feng Jiu turned around and closed the rice paper. At this time, Mu Weiyang walked in swaggeringly.

The little girl clasped her hands behind her back, full of arrogance, glanced at Feng Jiu, and snorted coldly, "According to Grandpa's wish, from now on, we will separate families and not separate houses."

Feng Jiu knew that Mu Weiyang was having trouble with him, so he looked indifferent and said, "What else?"

Mu Weiyang originally thought that this sister-in-law who was greedy for the Mu family's wealth would jump over the wall, but she never thought that she would be so calm. She curled her lips and added, "You bet with the villagers, then you will take full responsibility. If you lose, I will

I will divorce you, and you will bear all the consequences. My brother will be taken care of by you. If anything goes wrong, you are the only one to ask!"

So cruel...

They made such a decision because they had no hope for her!

Moreover, if Mu Weiyang had not listened to the housekeeper's advice and had to interfere, she would not have been able to afford the bet.

Feng Jiu didn't think anything was wrong, but Mu Wei Xian's face darkened, "Little sister, who told you to talk to my wife like this?"

Mu Weiyang suddenly felt that the brother in front of her was extremely majestic. As far back as she could remember, her brother had always looked foolish and foolish. Why did he feel a little strange?

Feng Jiu was also surprised. At this time, Mu Wei Xian glanced at Feng Jiu inadvertently, then quickly looked away, turned to step forward, pushed Mu Wei Yang, and kicked the person out, "Mrs.

It's mine, don't bully it!"

The door of the room was closed tightly, Feng Jiu sat cross-legged in front of the long desk, holding his chin with one hand, unable to recover for a long time.

The feeling this silly husband gave her was a bit strange.

Mu Wei Xian kept closing the door with his long back. After a long while, he turned around with tears in his eyes.

Feng Jiu suspected that when he was silent just now, he was brewing emotions.

Suddenly, a grown man opened his hands and hugged Feng Jiu tightly in front of her, "If Ms. Xiangxiang is not angry, it's all because of the younger sister."

Feng Jiu was suddenly at a loss. His mind was not clear. However, Feng Jiu felt a warmth that he had never felt since he was a child.

Her parents died early, and she was sold long ago. To King Rui, she was just a poisoned dagger. It was only unsheathed when it was used, and was destroyed when it lost its use value.

Perhaps, she was born low-born.

If this beautiful husband was not stupid, he would probably not look at her seriously.

Feng Jiu couldn't help but feel sad, Mu Wei Xian wiped it at the corner of his eyes randomly, and pulled up the dazed Jiu Lai, "Madam, let's go play!"

Even though he was despised by the Mu family, he still wanted to enjoy himself.

Feng Jiu didn't know how to communicate with this silly husband. He had been taken out of the Mu Shen's house. There was a clear stream surrounding the fields of Mu Shen Village. Standing at the bridge, he could see many villagers hunched over.

The land is working in the fields.

Because of her words, these villagers were busy working to produce a better harvest.

She glanced twice, then looked back, and there was no figure of Mu Wei Xian beside her.

"Madam, fish, there is fish!"

In the blink of an eye, Mu Wei was standing barefoot among the rocks under the bridge, with his sleeves rolled up, staring intently at the stream.

Before Feng Jiu could stop him, he fell into the water with a pop.

It's spring and the chill has not gone away, so you can see how cold the river water is.

Feng Jiu was frightened. After a moment, Mu Wei Xian got up again, holding a yellow croaker in both hands, grinning at her, "Madam, fish!"

His exposed ankles were pink, his cuffs were dripping with water, his lips were red and his teeth were white, and his smile was highly contagious.

Just a fish, his happiness is so pure and simple.

Suddenly, Feng Jiu suddenly realized that if the rice is planted as a paddy field and the irrigation is stopped when the seedlings grow, wouldn't it be the best of both worlds if these fish were put into the field?

Two acres of land is used as a criterion. It only counts the autumn harvest, and it doesn’t say that it only grows rice?

Looking at Mu Wei Xian, she finally smiled knowingly, "I saw it, let's catch it together!"
Chapter completed!