After the Divorce, Me and My Tyrant Ex-husband Got Transmigrated as a Farmers in the Ancient Times

Xia Qianqian was stalemate with Grandma Xia and Song with a grin on her face, MMP in her heart. It’s too tiring to do business, and you can’t guard the entrance of the village and Lao Xia’s house all your life to grab guests, right?

In addition to guarding the guests, Xia Qianqian still needs to burn tiles. Every time she uses firewood to burn tiles, she cannot do without her eyes. No, she has to find a way.

Xia Qianqian's eyebrows were flowing, and he soon thought of his idea, and stood at the entrance of the village and said loudly: "Fathers and folks, everyone listens to me, as long as someone helps me bring the guests who buy tiles to my house, I can get five cents!"

Wu Wenqian leads a way, this money is so easy to make! Although the villagers were afraid of the Xia family, they couldn't bear the temptation of money. They all responded: "Okay, we will help you bring guests."

Granny Xia died of anger, and said in a vicious voice, "Who dares to **** someone from me?"

"Who robbed you? I hired a guide. I was only responsible for finding me, not Xia's." Xia Qianqian sneered.

"That is, we are just showing the way for the people who are looking for Wayao in the country, and we guarantee that we won't make mistakes."

"If you don't agree, you should ask the county grandfather to reason. Xia Qianqian didn't do anything wrong. There are some people whose tails can be clamped."

"..."

The villagers Qi Daxia grandma, she was the first to make a mistake, and stomped her feet in annoyance with her hands on her hips: "Let's see if it is the famous Xiajia tile kiln or the Guogu tile kiln!"

Xia Qianqian shrugged and went back to work in the field.

At the end of the day, several buyers came. But they are all small businesses from nearby villages, and the shipments are not large, and only a small part of the tiles stored in the ground are bought.

Xia Qianqian is still worried. At this speed, when will she become rich?

"Qianqian, we have a business now." Seeing her frustration, Uncle Liu came over to cheer her up.

"I want big business." Xia Qianqian pointed to the tiles in the ground. "A big business that can buy all these tiles at once!"

There are thousands of tiles in the ground. Can you buy so many watts at once, it must be a landlord level? Uncle Liu smiled and said, "Qianqian, you are also anxious, I thought you were calm!"

Xia Qianqian drooped his head: "It's almost winter. When it snows, no one will buy tiles anymore, right?"

"Normally this is the case." Liu Bo nodded, "Then do we still burn tiles?"

The mud to make the tiles was dug in the ground. Except for Uncle Liu's wages, there was nothing to spend. But the mud in the ground cannot be dug for a lifetime. Xia Qianqian must consider for the future.

Gu Yanjing, if it were you, what would you do?

"Burn, sink the boat!"

Suddenly Gu Yanjing's voice came from her ears, and Xia Qianqian was taken aback, stood up and looked around.

Where is Gu Yanjing in the vast fields?

Xia Qianqian sat down with a wry smile and continued to play with mud: "Burn! Continue to burn!"

...

In the next few days, guests came to visit from time to time. Every time the villagers help attract a visitor, Xia Qianqian pays five cents to guide the way.

With high salaries, all the idlers in the village like to walk around the village entrance, regardless of age. What if you meet someone who is going to Wayao in the country?

Mother Jiang also wanted to make this money, but the Liangzi she and Xia Qianqian had joined was too big, and she could only stare at others making money.

Although Grandma Xia, Song family, and Yang family worked hard, they couldn't beat all the punches with their hands, and finally went home with their tails between them to discuss countermeasures.

Grandma Xia said, "I can't go on like this anymore! That girl is too good at doing business, and now everyone in the village is turning to her."