Transmigrating To Ancient Times With A Kitchen

110 Negotiation

Song Yunfeng waited outside the county office for a long time, but no one came out. It was already past noon, and the officers who had gone to eat had all returned. She could not help but feel a little angry and ordered the servant girl, “Go, ask why Lord Ming is still not out.”

The servant girl went to ask the officer on duty, and in a moment, she came back nervously.

“Miss, that official means that the Lord has already left through the side door.”

“What!”

Song Yunfeng angrily clutched the handkerchief in her hand. It seemed like he was avoiding her. However, it did not matter. There was still a long way to go, and Ming Zhiyan would not be able to escape from her.

Thinking of his god-like handsome face, Song Yunfeng’s heart wavered.

In a good mood, she said, “Let’s go. Let’s go back first.”

The next day, Ming Zhiyan rode to the Jian Family Village. He and Jian Qingqing went to see the village chief first.

When the village chief saw them, he said in shock, “Aiya! Why is the county magistrate at my house!”

He hurriedly pushed the door open. “Come, come, come. Please come in! Wife, quickly boil a pot of tea and come over!”

The village chief’s house showed great surprise at Ming Zhiyan’s arrival.

The three of them sat on the stools. The village chief asked nervously, “County magistrate, Qingqing, why have you come to look for me? If I can help, I will definitely help!”

Ming Zhiyan glanced at Jian Qingqing and realized that she had no intention of speaking. He could only say, “Village Chief Jian, I really have something to say today. This matter concerns the future of the entire village.”

The village chief was stunned. was she giving them money? Last time, Jian Qingqing had said the same thing, and in the end, she brought them a medicinal herbs business.

Thinking of this possibility, he could not stop smiling. “Sure! I’ll agree to anything!”

Seeing that he was showing great cooperation, Ming Zhiyan also nodded with a smile. “Alright, then I’ll be straightforward. You should know that Miss Jian’s family grows quite a few new crops, right? What I want to say is that I hope that every family in the Jian Family Village can plant those crops.”

The village chief still smiled and said, “That’s not a problem. We originally wanted to plant those fresh crops. I heard that there will be a lot of them.”

Ming Zhiyan looked at him quietly and said slowly, “What I mean is that the entire village will have to plant those crops.”

The smile on the village chief’s face suddenly stopped. He looked at Ming Zhiyan in a daze and then turned to look at Jian Qingqing. When he realized that they were not joking. He lowered his wrinkled face and did not say a word.

After a long while, he then let out a long sigh. “Sir, you know that we farmers rely on farming for a living. Our family depends on the small amount of harvest in the fields to survive. If you ask us to plant a few acres, it doesn’t matter. If you want us to replace all of our crops… The risk is too great!

“What if we can’t eat the things that we grow? What if we can’t grow them? Only Qingqing’s family has planted those things. We don’t know what the future will be like. If we can’t grow anything at all, won’t we be sending our entire village to hell?!”

Ming Zhiyahd waited for him to finish before saying, “I’ve thought about these things that you mentioned, and I’ve already come up with a solution. If you can’t grow these things, the government will bear the losses. When the time comes, we’ll supply you with the amount of grain per acre. If you manage to grow them, the government will also give you a fair price for all of them.”

This seemed to be a good idea, but there was no proof. The county magistrate seemed to be a good person now, but who knew how long he could stay in Shifeng County? What if he left midway? What if the county magistrate later refused to pay up?

The village chief was silent.