The General's Little Peasant Wife

Qin pozi saw her young miss frown and told her the rumors circulating in the village. Hearing this, Ning Meng Yao was not angry: "Their mouths grow on them, so it is up to them to say what they want to say."

Ning Meng Yao did not care about it.

"But young miss, this relates to your reputation." Being said like this, how could young miss marry? Those people were too much! Don't let her know who spread the word out.

"I know. But truly liking a person, is reputation important? Moreover, I have no plans on marrying soon." Ning Meng Yao shrugged her shoulders and indifferently spoke.

Qin pozi heard her young miss' words and could not do anything, only nodded in helplessness: "I know. But we cannot let those people go."

"It's fine, popo. Let's forget this matter. This is, after all, a village. The villagers are like this. Don't worry, there will come the time they beg me." Ning Meng Yao's gaze turned cold.

Did they think that she will let this go? Of course not. Since she planned on building a workshop here, then she would need many people. Those people who fussed the most, she wanted to see what would happen in the future.

Qin popo looked at Ning Meng Yao in suspicion, not understanding what she meant.

Yet Qing Xue understood: "Young miss wants to build a workshop here and building workshop needs not little people. When the time comes, there will be people helping here."

Being told so by Wing Xue, Qin pozi understood.

She had went to and saw that the villagers were like that, not rich. Young miss intending to build workshop would need laborers.

Although this seemed shameless and not virtuous, but countering such person would need the same kind of methods.

Ning Meng Yao tapped her finger against the table. Since she wanted, then she would open up a wine workshop.

"The upper mountain will be used for planting trees." Ning Meng Yao suddenly said.

"Why?" They all stared at Ning Meng Yao in doubt.

She had not considered these before because she had her own worries. But now that Juang Quan and the rest had came, which meant that all the others also knew that she was here, then she could make it big.

When that time comes, even if Ling Luo knew she was here, so what? Her foundation would already be strong. Him searching her won't be a big trouble.

"Brew wine."

"Young miss, we can make wine out of fruits?"

"Yes. Not only fruits, but also flower petals." Peach blossom wine and apricot wine were two of her favorite wines. Very delicious.

"Alright. When spring comes, we will buy fruit trees to plant." Jiang Quan smack his hand and decided.

And so, the things they discussed went from the rumors to planting trees to brew wine.

When Qin pozi went to the kitchen, Qing Shuang spoke to Ning Meng Yao with a cold voice: "Young miss, we should let Qing Xuan gather with us." Although her martial arts was not weak, but it could not compare to Qing Xuan's.

Ning Meng Yao shook her head: "In the meantime, we don't need to do this."

"But………"

"Alright, this way is fine." Ning Meng Yao cut off Qing Shuang's words and furrowed her brow. Seeing her like this, Qing Shuang and the others knew that she did not want to continue discussing this matter.

The rumors outside became ardent without Ning Meng Yao's explanation, although half of the villagers did not fuss along. They knew what kind of person she was. If she really was as cruel and malicious as the rumors portrayed her to be, why would she rent out land with cheap price?

The rumors could only come from those who envied her. Moreover, she wanted to build a workshop which meant there would be a demand for workers. Those envious people would only cut off their path. Just hope that those people would not cry in the end.

There could be many things happening in a month, but for the villagers of White Mountain Village, they felt bliss because Ning Meng Yao demanded workers for her workshop, searching the mountain, and cutting off the forest that was hindering. A day got sixty to seventy wen. A month got one to two silvers. This was a great news.

While to the other half people, they were filled with remorse. They were the ones who spread out the rumors ardently and had no face to took up the job.