The matter with the bandits has come to an end.

Changping Village finally returned to peace.

After the Qingming Festival, the villagers are busy planting melons and beans, and the farm work in the fields and vegetable gardens is officially busy.

Over here at Lao Yang's house.

After some time ago, the illness you hurt me has subsided.

Recuperate when you need to recuperate, and recuperate when you need to recuperate.

Yang Huamei, who lost a stone in her stomach and lost a lot of weight, also learned to do housework from Ms. Shuanzi.

And the Yang Ruoqing family.

On the one hand, Yang Huazhong and Mr. Sun have to take care of farm work, and on the other hand, they have to lead craftsmen to build houses.

In the fish pond, the fry purchased by Blacksmith Luo have been stocked.

As for herself, she and Luo Fengtang traveled between the village and the restaurant every day.

The villagers work at sunrise and rest at sunset.

The days are like a small boat, slowly drifting forward

During the supper, Yang Huazhong and Sun were summarizing farm work.

"I went to the rice field today and saw that the early rice seedlings were half a chopstick long."

"I plan to go over the next two days to dig up the two acres of newly added paddy fields in Lijia Village and spread some manure."

"Grain Rain is coming soon, so we have to plant the seedlings," Yang Huazhong said.

Mrs. Sun smiled and nodded, "The adults are looking forward to planting the fields, and the children are looking forward to the New Year. If the seedlings are planted, there will be no shortage of rice in our granary."

Next to him, Xiao An said with a smile, "Our family can't finish the rice we rely on from the restaurant. I eat chicken legs every now and then."

Yang Ruoqing gently tapped Xiao An's head, "The farm is our foundation. No matter how much money the restaurant makes, we can't forget our roots."

Yang Huazhong stroked his palm, "My daughter, I like to hear this. When we build the house, we can save money and buy more land."

"okay"

The next day, Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang went to the restaurant as usual.

During this period, the restaurant's business was good.

She followed modern marketing concepts and put out advertisements.

We have also conducted many promotional activities to promote consumption.

It almost catches all the low-, middle- and high-end customers in the town.

Because of the relationship with the county magistrate's wife, many big families in the town and nearby towns came to take care of the business of Tianxiang House.

Maybe it was to build relationships at first.

Later, I was really impressed by the dishes here.

The member private rooms are full, and the supreme member private rooms are also receiving continuous orders.

Korean style barbecue, Japanese cuisine, Western European palace set meal

They were all brought to the dining table by Yang Ruoqing.

There are hundreds of ways to prepare the same ingredients, and the variety is dazzling.

Every day, we present surprises to our customers.

Work hard, delve into wine and food, and what you get in return is tinkling silver.

The guys are paid on time, and if they perform well, they get extra rewards.

Everyone from top to bottom, from stewards to clerks, is happy.

They all feel that they are on the right track with their new boss.

Yang Ruoqing was so busy in the restaurant that her feet never touched the floor.

My parents at home are also very busy.

"Dad Qing'er, today is the first time to hoe the fields in Lijia Village. This is a happy event. I will add an extra dish at noon and wait for your visit."

Mrs. Sun watched Yang Huazhong go out of the side door, and then returned to the house.

Yang Huazhong carried the hoe and walked out of the house in high spirits.

Lijia Village is three or four miles away from Changping Village.

Yang Huazhong was in a good mood and took long strides. He soon reached the ridge of his field.

The man put down his hoe, looked at the two acres of second-class paddy fields in front of him, and nodded secretly.

The field is good and irrigation is convenient.

Go back and plant the seedlings and take care of them carefully. When the millet is ripe during the summer, the whole family will not be afraid of going hungry.

The man spat into his palm with a beautiful wish.

Then he picked up the hoe and jumped into the field.

Digging trenches and loosening the soil was very busy.

Suddenly, he heard someone shouting in this direction.

"Hey, who are you? Who gave you the courage to dig the fields?"

The voice was rough and ferocious.

Yang Huazhong raised his head.

I saw five or six people coming over the field ridge, cheering.

Several strong men with broad arms and round waists, like black towers, surrounded a middle-aged man and were coming this way.

The middle-aged man at the head had a pointed head, pointed ears, and a mustache.

At first glance, it looks like the mouse has become a spirit.

It was a stranger, and I didn’t know anyone.

Yang Huazhong shook his head, thinking they were talking to someone else, and picked up the hoe and continued digging.

A strong man jumped down from the field, rushed over, grabbed Yang Huazhong's hoe, and threw it back into the field next to him.

"Brother, what are you doing?"

Yang Huazhong took a step back, frowned, and looked confused.

The strong man took a step forward and raised his finger to point at Yang Huazhong's nose, "Ask yourself what you are going to do. Why are you digging a hoe in someone else's field?"

"ah"

Yang Huazhong was stunned for a moment, confused.

He raised his eyes and looked around.

That's right, he dug the wrong fields. These two fields were exactly the same ones he bought years ago.

On the ridge of the field, the middle-aged man with a pointed head and pointed ears coughed.

This attracted Yang Huazhong's attention to him.

He put his hands in his sleeves, raised his chin, and glanced at Yang Huazhong with his nostrils turned upward.

"These two acres of land belong to the rich man Li's family in Lijia Village. Where are you from? Go back to where you are."

The pointed-haired man said slowly.

When Yang Huazhong came to his senses, the man's face turned red because of his excitement.

He strode to the field ridge and said to the pointed-haired man, "Why can't I understand what you are saying?"

The man pointed to the field in front of him, "These two acres of second-class fertile land were bought by me and Li Guaizi of Lijia Village years ago."

"Yu Dafu of Yujia Village and our witness in Changping Village have a contract in black and white," Yang Huazhong said excitedly.

The pointed-haired man twitched the corner of his mouth with a look of disdain.

"Tell me the Emperor to prove that these fields belong to our wealthy Mr. Li's family," he said.

"We have a contract, right?"

After saying that, the pointed-headed man took out a folded piece of paper from his sleeve and shook it open.

He waved it in front of Yang Huazhong's eyes, then took it back and tucked it into his sleeve again.

"I didn't see it clearly, I'll take a look again"

Yang Huazhong was anxious and reached out to get the contract.

Someone suddenly pushed me in the chest.

The man didn't pay attention and fell to the ground.

He looked at the strong man who pushed him and said, "Just talk, why did you push me?"

The strong man shook his shoulders and glared at Yang Huazhong.

"If you want to steal the contract from our manager Li, I will not only push you, but also beat you."

The strong man said, raised his hand and slapped Yang Huazhong on the face.

Yang Huazhong was stunned.

Anger was also aroused.

He got up from the ground and rushed towards the strong man.

The two people immediately struggled on the ground, one punched and the other kicked, until they couldn't leave each other.

Several strong men nearby were gearing up to help him fight.

The steward raised his hand and looked at him coldly.

Then he said, "Aqiang, come back, there's nothing to fight for."
Chapter completed!