12dz Chapter 372 Will you be my brother's page?
Chapter 372 Will you be my brother's page?
But if we can sell vegetables, then we don't need to sell the land.
Thinking about this, the village chief hesitated.
Gao Mengli also saw through the village chief's plan and could understand it.
Previously, there was no income, and what was grown was not enough to pay the tax.
However, if their restaurant buys vegetables, they have more land, they can grow more vegetables, and they can make more money.
You can use silver to offset taxes at that time.
Lin Xi walked up to the village chief and explained, "Village chief, we only have one restaurant, and we can't possibly consume all the vegetables from the thousands of acres we grow."
Since we're buying land in your village, we'll definitely need to hire long-term workers to manage it.
You know these places very well, and we plan to find the people from your village as well.
The bustling crowds are all driven by profit.
When interests are aligned, relationships become stronger!
He and Mengli didn't need loyalty; they just needed to manage the affairs of the fields.
For matters of loyalty, they only need Mengze, A Li, and a few black men!
Upon hearing Lin Xi's words, the village chief suddenly realized the truth, slapped his forehead, and said apologetically, "I'm so sorry, I was out of my mind! You're right, boss!"
Lin Xi nodded in satisfaction, "Yes, it's good that you understand!"
"Then you all come in and sit down in the yard. I'll go and inform the villagers!"
With a smile on his face, the village chief invited the people into the courtyard, preparing to first hold a meeting in the village to count the amount of land to be sold.
As he turned around, Gao Mengli called out to him, "Wait a minute!"
This sound made not only the village chief nervous, but also the clan chief and Li Chunhong's family tense up.
Could it be that something has gone wrong?!
Gao Mengli glanced around and then added, "Don't misunderstand, what I meant was that the monthly salary for farmhands is 600 coins. Village Chief, please state it all at once so we don't have to make another trip."
"600 coins?!"
The village chief's voice suddenly rose in disbelief.
The clan chief, who had just sat down on the stool, slammed his cane on the ground with a loud thud upon hearing the name Yueyin. "How much did you say? 600 coins? Carrying heavy loads in the city only earns twenty coins a day, and they don't even have work every day..."
Li Chunhong's family was so shocked they couldn't speak. Her husband opened his lips and moved for a long time before finally managing to utter a single sentence.
"Boss, isn't this too much money? We're just farming, right here in our own backyard, it's not worth this much!"
600 coins! And you can work right at your doorstep, without having to leave your hometown to suffer in the city!
If two people from each family contribute, they can save enough money to build a new house by the end of the year!
Seeing everyone's reaction, Lin Xi sighed inwardly at the villagers' simplicity. He continued, "600 coins isn't much. You get two days off a month, which can be adjusted. During festivals, you get a new set of clothes, a piece of meat, a jar of oil, and a can of salt!"
This is nothing!
In Wangyue Village, everyone works, and even children can easily earn one or two taels of silver a month!
"Oh my God!"
Even the most composed clan leader couldn't help but gape, his cane thumping loudly on the ground.
The village chief was so excited that he kept rubbing his hands together, his face wrinkled into a deep knot. "Rotational leave? New clothes? Meat and oil? This treatment is even better than that of the big boss in the city!"
"Please have a seat, I'll go and inform the villagers!"
The village chief, whose legs were usually not very nimble, ran incredibly fast!
Li Chunhong glanced at her husband with teary eyes, "Honey, this way we'll have money soon enough to send Sanlang to school!"
Zhang Er also wept with joy, "Who can argue with that? Sanlang has always wanted to study, but all these years we've toiled on the land, and all the money we've earned has gone to the eldest son's schooling..."
Poor Sanlang was born too late; otherwise, that spot in school would definitely have gone to him.
Thinking about this, he was filled with hatred, feeling that he had only broken one of his older brother's arms, which was too good for his family.
However, it is already difficult for a farming family to support one person's education, let alone two. Even if they sell everything they own, they still cannot afford it.
Upon hearing this, Gao Mengli realized that it was exactly what she had expected.
Then his gaze fell on Zhang Zhi, the third son of Li Chunhong. "You must be Aunt Li's third son?"
Zhang Zhi's eyes reddened, but he nodded neither humbly nor arrogantly. "Master, my name is Zhang Zhi, and I am the third child in my family."
Gao Mengli and Lin Xi were very satisfied with Zhang Zhi's performance.
Especially his quick wit in handing his mother the carrying pole earlier showed that he was good at analyzing the situation.
His aunt is their elder, and they cannot disobey her.
But their mother could. By taking advantage of their mother's influence, they could take sides in a fight, and their mother would never suffer any loss and would even get revenge on the spot.
Lin Xi stepped forward and circled around Zhang Zhi, looking him over. "According to what Aunt Li said earlier, she's going to send you to the academy to study."
I have a younger brother studying at Naxian Academy. Would you be willing to be his page, earning one tael of silver per month?
Zhang Zhi was initially a little nervous, but upon hearing about the Naxian Academy, his breath hitched, and he couldn't believe it.
Naxian Academy is the best academy in the prefectural city. Not only is the tuition expensive, but you also need to have a degree in the imperial examinations to get in!
Seeing him standing there in a daze, Li Chunhong slapped him on the head. "Silly boy, hurry up and kneel down to thank your employer!"
Zhang Zhi immediately realized what was happening and knelt before the two men, kowtowing in gratitude. "Thank you, masters! I will make sure you have everything you need for your comfort and well-being!"
Lin Xi gave him a little help, "From now on, we're family, no need to be so polite!"
My younger brother's name is Zhou Miao. Go back and pack your things. You'll be coming with us to the prefectural city in a little while; we'll take you there.
Lin Xi helped Zhang Zhi up, his eyes red and shining, and he nodded vigorously: "Thank you, boss! I'll go back and pack right away, I promise I won't be late!"
This was a big deal, so Li Chunhong brought her whole family to help Zhang Zhi pack his things.
Lin Xi and Gao Mengli had no idea that they had found such a cunning pageboy.
In the future, when Zhou Miao kills someone in the imperial court, he will hand him the knife; when Zhou Miao arrests someone, he will hand him the warrant.
He protected Da Niu like the apple of his eye; even if Da Niu's words were black, they could be made white by his mouth.
After the others left, the two sat at a table with the clan chief, exchanging glances.
Of course, the clan chief's smile, as bright as a Buddha, made it rather uncomfortable for them to sit there!
Fortunately, the village chief returned soon and the contract was signed quickly.
Eight hundred acres of land, plus five hills, totaling thirty-five thousand taels.
Each household only keeps three mu of land to grow vegetables, and sells the rest!
After all, the money earned from working in the fields all year round is not as much as what a long-term laborer can earn. Fortunately, most of the surplus was sold to free up manpower for other jobs!
Using the pen that writes contracts, Gao Mengli wrote three letters.
A letter to my son, Da Niu.
I wrote a letter to my father-in-law, asking him to arrange for a carpenter from the village to come to Jiangzhong Village to make waterwheels and water pumps.
A letter was sent to village chief Zhao Chen, arranging for the brick kiln to work overtime with Taojia Village to produce bricks.
Jiangzhong Village, if you want to get rich, you have to build roads first!
After thinking for a while, she wrote another letter to Dou Weiyi, saying that she still needed his fleet to transport the bricks!