☆ 61. Chapter 61 Ji He's Request
Chapter 61 Ji He's Request
"Mr. Yan, I have a request, and I hope you can agree to it." Ji He smiled at Mr. Yan, "Before I move into that manor, I hope you won't mention this to anyone else."
Ji He's idea is very simple. Money can move people's hearts. He just caught more pheasants and rabbits and made some money before, and some people were jealous. If he got such a big manor, how many people would be jealous? Some people in the village may be jealous, but they can't rob them. Maybe they will come to curry favor with him, but I don't know how the two best families, Ji Dacai and Zhang Daniu, will react.
Ji He is not afraid of them, but he doesn't want Zhang Xiaoyu to feel upset, so it's better to let others know about this after moving, which can save a lot of trouble.
Mr. Yan thought that this is not easy, he agreed at once, and also told Yan Zhong, who was serving on the side, to keep his mouth shut.
"Yes, I will keep my mouth shut. Don't worry, Ji He!"
Yan Zhong immediately smiled and nodded in agreement. He also understood why Ji He asked for this. He thought that if he were Ji He, he would do the same. As a bystander, he knew best what those people who knew that Ji He had obtained such a large fortune thought. He was the housekeeper of the Yan family. He had enough food and drink, and he could save a lot of money. But they were still envious and jealous. What about those country people who could eat a lot and save a few taels of silver all year round? Those people must be so jealous that their intestines must be torn into pieces. If Ji He still lived in the original shabby house, wouldn't he be trampled on by people every day? Maybe someone would sneak into his house in the middle of the night! It's really risky to think about it this way. I have to wait until everything is arranged before letting others know.
Mr. Yan smiled and said, "Ji He, the peonies you plant are really unique. When the time comes, the farm is big, you should plant more. There are beautiful mountains and rivers there. If you plant some flowers and look at them every day, it will be a fairy-like life. I may have to come to bother you." Ji He
thought so in his heart, but he would not only plant peonies, he would plant all kinds of flowers and plants, and turn the place into a paradise. When the time comes, he and Xiao Yu will live there, and look at the flowers after busy work. Just thinking about it, he will feel satisfied to live like this for the rest of his life.
"No, as long as you come to my house, I will welcome you. I heard that you, Mr. Yan, love to drink tea. It happens that I have learned the skill of tea frying from others. When the time comes, I will plant some tea in the garden and fry it myself to treat you well."
Ji He had only seen tea frying, but had never fried it himself, but he thought that as long as the spiritual spring was there, who would be afraid that the tea would be bad? Thinking about it this way, it seems that selling tea is also a good way to make money, but tea is not like wine, which can be made into a single variety. His spiritual spring must be used sparingly, and whether it can be developed into a way of making money needs to be well planned.
"Hahaha, good."
Yan Yuanwai laughed, and the more he looked at Ji He, the more he liked him. Although he was a country boy, he was not an ordinary farmer. He was clever and skillful, and he could grow flowers and fry tea. He was also an elegant farmer. Even the second son of Zheng got along with him. If he could keep in touch with the second son of Zheng, or if he could keep his cleverness like this, maybe he could not only be a small landlord with a farm in the future, but also become a new noble. If that was the case, he would be on good terms with him now, which would be considered to be an advantage.
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