Provoking the villain, madly criticizing the tyrant for kidnapping my sedan chair for the bridal cha

"It doesn't taste good."

Chen Juhua drank the soup at the bottom of the bowl in one gulp.

The empty bowl was handed to Lin Lixia: "Lixia, pour some more for Aunt Second to try."

"..." She was so thick-skinned that Lin Lixia was too lazy to talk to Chen Juhua and turned around to walk towards the farmland.

Soon, Lin Lixia discovered something was wrong. The wheat rhizomes in the Lin family's wheat field were very sparse.

"Dad, how much wheat can our family produce from one acre of land?"

"Our wheat fields are carefully taken care of. Looking at the situation, we can harvest about 180 kilograms from one acre of land."

"180 kilograms?" Lin Lixia looked surprised. She took great care and only collected 180 kilograms, which was less than one-third of Blue Star's.

No wonder the poor Lin family can only eat wild vegetables.

Saving money is urgent.

Otherwise, even if you avoid the disaster of family destruction during the Hungry Ghost Festival, it will be difficult to survive this winter.

"Xia Xia, where is your second brother?" After the old man of the Lin family had eaten, he patted his belly and looked around before thinking of his grandson.

Lin Lixia supported the old man and walked far away, looked around to make sure no one was there, and then escaped completely.

Unexpectedly, the old man who had seen the world was so frightened that he trembled when he spoke: "Xia Xia, do you think one of them is Lord Gong and the other is the second young master of the Lu family?"

Lin Lixia nodded: "Grandpa, I'm afraid those men in black will come back and hide in our cellar."

The old man of the Lin family thought for a while: "Xia Xia, it would be too unfair for them to hide in the cellar of their home."

"It's a great blessing to be able to save my life." Lin Lixia was worried about the Lin family's food for the winter: "Grandpa, do we have any hidden caves in Yemei Mountain?"

"There really is one." The old man of the Lin family's eyes lit up, but soon dimmed: "But we have to wait for your second brother to come back before we can carry them there."

"..." Lin Lixia looked at the remaining men in the Lin family. None of them were as tall as Lin Lichun: "Wait."

Five days later, all the Lin family's wheat was received at home, and it started to rain lightly outside.

Lin Lichun still hasn't returned.

Lin Lixia was so anxious that she pulled out a stick and rushed into the cellar with a fierce look, glaring at Ji Shen.

"Lu, where did you let my second brother go? Why didn't you hear anything from him for five days?"

"..." Ji Shen was too lazy to argue with Lin Lixia and pushed away the stick on his neck: "Don't worry, if he is alert, he will be back in three to five days."

"It will take another three to five days?" Lin Lixia stamped her feet anxiously. Her second brother would not come back, and her eldest brother would not take her into the city.

She had almost dug up all the wild vegetables in the mountains, and she still couldn't find a way to make money.

You can't eat dried wild vegetables every day this winter, right?

Lin Lixia paced back and forth in the room anxiously, looking at Gong Xingtai for a while and Ji Shen for a while.

"My family's food is almost eaten up by you two. You are well-informed. Can you think of a way to make money for me?"

Ji Shen: "..."

The way to make money?

Why should he take action on such a vulgar and trivial matter?

"..." Gong Xingtai frowned: "Miss Lin, I am a serious scholar, how can I do business like a dog?"

Lin Lixia looked at Gong Xingtai dumbfounded: "Why do you look down on businessmen?"

Gong Xingtai frowned, with a look of displeasure on his face, "I don't look down on business people, I just feel that the way of doing business has nothing to do with scholars."

Lin Lixia's eyes widened. She twisted her face and refused to acknowledge what this man had just said: "You use the word 'flies in the same camp as dogs in dogs' to describe business. You are looking down on business people."

Gong Xingtai was blocked and turned his head away. He didn't want to argue with Lin Lixia anymore and muttered in his heart, only women and villains are difficult to raise.

Lin Lixia held her chin with her fingers and walked back and forth in the cellar: "What can I do to make a profit without losing money?"

Ji Shen: "..."

Gong Xingtai: "..."

"Selling calligraphy? Selling paintings?" Lin Lixia quickly shook her head: "No, this thing only becomes valuable if someone dies."

Ji Shen: "..."

Gong Xingtai: "..."

"By the way, a storybook." An idea flashed in Lin Lixia's mind, and she looked directly at the two of them: "You should be able to write it."

"..." Gong Xingtai lowered his head and clenched his back teeth.

The crazy woman from the countryside just forced him to write some exam strategies, but now she actually wants him to write a storybook for the handsome man.

Spread it around and it will make people laugh.

I am starving to death and cannot write.

"...No." Ji Shen gritted his teeth. Even if he borrowed his cousin's identity, he couldn't make money writing Lin Lixia's storybooks.

He can't afford to lose this man.

"You can learn it once you have the skills." Lin Lixia smiled like a money lover at Ji Shen: "You choose a pen name, no one will know your true identity."

"Don't write it." Ji Shen said, "When your second brother comes back, I will pay you the medical fee."

"It's okay if you don't write." Lin Lixia smiled faintly: "I won't give you a bite of the food I cooked."

"..." Ji Shen frowned.

Crazy girl, it’s true that she won’t come, right?

Last time, Lin Lixia didn't leave any food for him and asked him to eat the food cooked by Lin Xiaoxue.

One mouthful of fish soup almost sent him away. He still dared not recall the fishy and bitter taste.

"I can draw and calligraphy for you."

"No, that thing is too flashy to be taken advantage of, and it can't be sold at a high price." Lin Lixia refused. She had already thought of a profitable business.

The Lin family is located on a mountain with many trees and wild reeds everywhere. She can expand the scale of papermaking.

Get the printing out easily.

Ji Shen, Gong Xingtai, and several other scholars from the Lin family focused on developing the skills of writing scripts.

Isn’t it just a huge profit?

Lin Lixia did whatever he asked, and kept the Lin family busy, even dragging all the wheat straw soaked in water in the field back and turning it into pulp water.

There were not enough papermaking molds, so Xu Taohua weaved all night.

The old man of the Lin family and his two sons were responsible for grinding the pulp water, filtering it with molds and stacking it.

Lin Lidong, who had never written a storybook, pieced together pieces and wrote "Two or Three Things About the Poor Scholar and the White Fox" under Lin Lixia's research guidance.

Ji Shen, who looked proud, compromised on Lin Lixia after only two days of eating the food cooked by Lin Xiaoxue.

Two days later, Ji Shen wrote "The Princess and the Prince Consort" eloquently, and Gong Xingtai could no longer hold on.

"Miss Lin, I can write you a storybook to pay for your meal, but you can't reveal a word to outsiders."

"Don't worry, don't reveal it, never reveal it." Lin Lixia smiled happily: "When you two are healed and leave, we will go back to each other, and we will not know each other when we meet."

As soon as these words came out, Gong Xingtai no longer had any scruples and concentrated on studying the writing of the storybook.

Unexpectedly, he wrote a dozen pieces of paper in succession, and none of them satisfied Lin Lixia.

No matter how high Lin Lixia's expectations for Gong Xingtai were, she would be disappointed.

"Master Gong, writing a storybook is not about learning. You have to write it in a way that is easy to understand and can be appreciated by both refined and popular people."

"If you don't understand, first read what my eldest brother wrote, and then read what Second Young Master Lu wrote."

"If it doesn't work, just refine the essence of my brother's book, change your identity, change your style, and write it again using your writing style."

Gong Xingtai: "..."