Feng Feiyang nodded and calculated it as 1:50, which is 900 taels of gold. It is acceptable. He looked up and asked Song Sheng with his eyes. Song Sheng gave him a reassuring smile. It seemed that Mr. Cheng did not ask for a price too much, and Feng Feiyang was relieved.

"Ms. Feng, don't worry, this price was the price that Shangdu had ten years ago. Grandpa sold it to the lady at the land price at that time." A low voice like a piano sounded slowly, which made people feel particularly comfortable!

Feng Feiyang was shocked. Why do others sell the elegant villa to you as land? And the land price was the same as ten years ago? What is the reason?

Looking at the surprised little girl, Mr. Cheng sipped tea and sighed: "To be honest, my husband's eldest grandson Shuo hurt the powerful and powerful when he was drunk. It was a death sentence. After many parties, the other party promised to let Zishuo go, but asked me to compensate for the losses."

"I think Mr. Cheng must run a store like grain!" Feng Feiyang looked confident, and his big clear eyes were flashing with a cunning light.

Since ancient times, raising troops must be garrisoned with food. Shangdu, which seemed to be calm, was surging with dark waves, and he was afraid that he would make plans early.

"Ms. Feng can see through her little age. I'm afraid that someone who is interested has wanted me to get in the game long ago!" His tired voice was full of desolation, and Mr. Cheng bent down and rubbed his painful kneecap.

"Mr. Cheng doesn't have to regret it. It's a good thing to be far away from right and wrong." Feng Feiyang thought that Mr. Cheng was Chu Qiao in the business world, otherwise he would not have occupied one-third of the grain market in Qiguo.

Such an old man will give up the things on the outside but will not lose much in secret. It seems that the pattern of Shangdu has been reshuffled, so I don’t know who is the driving force behind this.

"Miss Feng said, "I led the whole family back to my hometown to farm, but it was a pity for Zi'an.

The house was originally bought in Zi'an's name ten years ago, and I thought I would move out after he got married and set up another company. Unfortunately, the ransom was not enough, so I could only feel wronged by Zi'an." Mr. Cheng looked full of guilt and was very uneasy at this illegitimate grandson.

"Grandpa, if something happens to my elder brother, it is naturally the first thing to save people. Zi'an is still young and will work hard in the future." Cheng Zi'an gave his grandfather a peaceful smile, his low voice flowing like a piano sound, and a pair of wise eyes flashed under the sword eyebrows that flew into his temples, but his clear and wise wisdom had a bit more elegant spirit.

Feng Feiyang nodded. No matter whether this handsome guy who looks like a handsome man is sincere or false, his actions are admirable at this moment.

Feng Feiyang lowered his head and untied the heart-shaped light green purse from his waist, took out a stack of gold tickets, counted eleven, and gave Song Sheng two.

He respectfully handed 9 pictures to Mr. Cheng.

"Mr. Cheng, forty-five thousand taels are equivalent to 900 taels of gold, please see it! "Feng Feiyang said softly, the crisp noise is like the tinkling spring water, which is very nice.

"Yes, it is the Sikong family's lucky ticket number, and the number is just right." Mr. Cheng nodded with satisfaction and felt distressed because he sold 1.5% less money.

It is even more accurate to sell the villa to the girl in front of you at half price. Mr. Cheng's idea was quickly confirmed, but it added a strong amount to the future development of Qiguo's agricultural development.

"Mr. Cheng, Mr. Cheng, if there is no objection, I would like to let Songsheng go to the yamen to transfer the property. You have always seen my family's situation and want to move as soon as possible, otherwise Songsheng and the others will have no place to sleep at night." Feng Feiyang laughed at himself, feeling extremely lonely and sad!

Mr. Cheng stroked his white beard, drank the tea in one sip, closed his eyes slightly. He took out a small box from his sleeve and handed it to Cheng Zi'an:

"Assisted the transfer procedures of Mr. Song, and then gave Miss Feng a group of slaves in the other yard a contract. We can't use so many slaves when we go back to our hometown. We won't bother the second master in one matter!"

Feng Feiyang was worried that there was not enough staff, so he had already solved it. When talking about familiar people, they would always get half the result with twice the effort in doing things.

Feng Feiyang hurriedly stood up and thanked the cute fat old man. "Thank you Mr. Cheng. It's time to come. Is lunch good to have at my house?" Feng Feiyang sincerely invited me, thinking that the development of personal strength in the future is limited after all, and it may not be a good thing to convince Mr. Cheng.

Besides, she respected this fat old man very much. Seeing him seemed to see his grandfather in his previous life.

Mr. Cheng's shrewd eyes narrowed into a line, just in his heart. He also learned a lot about some extraordinary people in black people, nodded and urged Song Sheng and the others to go through the procedures quickly.

Feng Feiyang took the Heli Book Card and all the land deeds from Liu's family, and told Song Sheng to go and return quickly. He was afraid that the 200 taels of gold he had given before would not be enough, and then he would give Song Sheng an extra 100. The two hurried away.

I came back for lunch. The lady said that there were good things I had never eaten before waiting!

The big willow tree is like a huge parasol, blocking the pink sun.

Mr. Cheng sat alone under the cool tree and tasted the fragrant popcorn, a sip of tea and a pistachio, and a small pinch of spicy and suitable beef jerky...

He Fusheng was half a day of leisure, half a Buddha and half a god. Who would have thought? There were such delicious food and extreme tea in such a dilapidated and simple courtyard. Mr. Cheng became more and more curious about this mysterious little girl!

Time is like sand between fingers, flowing very quickly. Feng Feiyang and Aunt Lan made a sumptuous meal.

Grind the white jade and steam it to make a clear spring. The color is crisper than the earth and the fragrance is stronger than the stone marrow. The taste is more beautiful, so don’t pass on the jade food.

This poem interprets the dishes on the willow tree at this time, with tofu as the main ingredient. The dishes on the table with all colors, fragrances and flavors are placed on the table.

Feng Feiyang, Master Cheng, Cheng Wu, Cheng Zi'an, Song Sheng, and four people sat according to the main and secondary. The dishes were mainly tofu and potatoes, each with a small bowl of delicate, tender, white and green tofu brain, and the sweet ones added sugar; the salty ones added spicy, minced coriander, minced peanuts and minced sauerkraut.

Sweet and sour crispy tofu, Mapo tofu, jade tofu soup, dried pot potato chips, cold-mixed shredded potato chips, tomato fried potato chips, crispy shredded potato chips, of course, French fries are indispensable, and with half a small bowl of tomato sauce, each person has a bowl of crystal clear white rice.

Liu was injured in the room and Sulan, and ate the table of the firewood. After the facial surgery, the remaining spring could only eat liquid food, and tofu brain was suitable.

Mr. Cheng likes sweet tofu brain the most, and ate three small bowls in a row. The crispy and heavy flavors were wrapped by Mr. Cheng Cheng Wu of Songsheng. They all felt satisfied and were very satisfied.

Mr. Cheng wanted to stop talking, but because of his age, he liked to eat some soft and glutinous foods. He had no resistance to soy products, so he finally had to ask Feng Feiyang in a low voice.

"Miss Feng, I said bluntly, what is the tofu brain that is as white as jade melts into the mouth? I have eaten this food for the first time in this country?"

Mr. Cheng's slightly fat cheeks showed a kind smile, and his slightly narrowed eyes flashed.

"To be honest, this is made by the mung beans among the colorful beans. Because time is too fast, only these kinds of them have been made, which makes Mr. Cheng laugh at me!" Feng Feiyang put down the bowls and replied softly.

But I was laughing in my heart, afraid that you wouldn't ask? It's urgent to make money by launching soy products.

"Ms. Feng means that this little colorful bean can do many tricks? Mr. Cheng Wu's handsome face is slightly red, his eyes are stained with fine colors, and he put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hand gracefully, elegant and elegant, and extraordinary.

Songsheng bit the fries hard, but he was helpless.

It's over. This kid is probably Miss Xinyue. What should he do if his original master? The five of them are not just protecting the lady. He grew up next to his master since childhood. When did he see the cold prince treat anyone?

Even if the Ninth Prince, who is his mother, is just routinely protecting and caring. Song Sheng was so worried that Qingying in the dark, he hoped that the news would be clever and the others would spread.

Feng Feiyang's eyebrows and eyes were curved, his petal-like lips slightly raised, and an elegant smile appeared on his delicate little face:

"Mr. Cheng Wu is right, these colorful beans can make at least twenty new products. Take tofu as an example. There are no less than a hundred kinds of dishes alone! In fact, the colorful bean oil can replace the current oil, and vegetable oil is more conducive to health." Feng Feiyang's crisp voice fell slowly.

"You're serious?" Mr. Cheng was extremely excited, his eyes suddenly appeared, and his slightly fat cheeks were red due to excitement.

If it is true? What a great business opportunity! Not only Qiguo, but also the surrounding countries can sell it. Could it be that God is the old Cheng family who is in disguise and will rise from now on?

"It's true, a pound of beans can squeeze at least 4 taels of oil." Feng Feiyang was very confident, and then he was deeply locked in. "It's just that the colorful beans are military supplies purchased by the imperial court. I wonder if the people can buy them in large quantities?" Feng Feiyang was a little worried.

It seems that you have to find a person with great weight as your backer. Otherwise, if you are attracted by those in power in the face of huge benefits, life and death are just a word. How can you break it?

Not long after, Feng Feiyang really encountered an extremely powerful backer, which is a story later.

"Ms. Feng can rest assured that colored beans are extremely easy to plant. Take my husband's hometown Chunyangzhou for example. Planting in spring can lead to harvest in early autumn; and the harvest in early autumn is just right at this time. It is harvested for two seasons a year, so Miss Feng doesn't have to worry about the source of goods."

Feng Feiyang's eyes were shimmering, and he smiled and nodded to show his knowledge. The pink sunlight fell on her face through the gaps between the willow leaves, like a colorful butterfly spreading its wings and was about to fly, beautiful for a season of fragrance.

Cheng Wugong beat his heart and quickly picked up a chopped crispy potato shredded pork. The fragrant and peppery smell in his mouth increased the overall crispness of the potato shredded pork. He narrowed his gem-like eyes happily, and his plump lips raised slightly, delicious food, and a flying mood.                                                                                                                                                                                                                            �

"Miss Feng, this little wild potato is also an extraordinary thing in your hands, right?"

"That's right, don't underestimate this little potato, its value is no less than that of colored beans. If it is processed into vermicelli, potato chips, and dried starch, it is of great value. Moreover, it can be made into at least thirty kinds of vegetables, and it is also nutritious."

Feng Feiyang simply introduced the value of potatoes carefully. Some things cannot be done by one person. To turn wild ones into family seeds, it is also a process of being recognized by the people. Mr. Cheng is the key point.

Another important part of the Supreme View is that it must be approved by the court. Feng Feiyang was so worried. Where can she find such a big shot in a while?
Chapter completed!