After Lao Hai ran to Taiwan, the front foot settled down, and he pondered starting a new business on the back foot.

However, the six hundred taels of silver he brought from the seller was definitely not enough to open a shop here, so in the end, after Lao Hai investigated a circle, he took out all his savings, plus the two hundred taels of silver he borrowed from the bank, gritted his teeth and went to the car dealership to buy an expensive sightseeing carriage and two Yunnan horses, and became a taxi driver.

I don't want Lao Hai to bet on it, but it's the right bet. He bought a carriage on the front foot, and the number of passengers who came on the back foot of the big man rose, and Lao Hai, who had a prosperous business, quickly paid off the loan.

After that, he began to operate capital: he mortgaged his car to the bank, and then bought an additional carriage, so that he became a driver and a car owner at the same time.

On the clean and beautiful streets, Lao Hai was driving while foaming at the mouth and talking to the guests, and when it came to the rise, he also scolded the dim corruption of the Ming State Mansion, which made the face of Master Bu, who was wearing a thin robe, blacken.

However, although the old man was unhappy, he couldn't say a reason to refute it: he knew very well that the evil government of "being a comprador in the bank" was the culprit that caused many small people to break their homes.

After listening to Lao Hai's bumpy entrepreneurial history, Fang Tangjing, who was sitting behind him, couldn't help but be interested: he was quite concerned about the survival methods of local immigrants, because these circumstances could reflect the attitude of the local government towards the people under his rule.

However, Lao Hai was familiar with Fang Tang Jing's inquiry—almost all the big businessmen of the Ming Kingdom who could afford a carriage to visit this place would inquire about the same content from him.

Lao Hai told Fang Tangjing: All immigrants who come to Daguan will be arranged by the General's Mansion to arrange a job to support their families, regardless of gender. So there is no idler to be found here, not a single one. Most of these immigrants are still at the bottom of society, carrying mortgages and immigrant arrears, and they need to go to work every day to earn money.

However, under the rule of the general's mansion, there was no oppression by the officials, and there was no harsh taxes and miscellaneous taxes, and the general not only took care of the old age, but also took care of the sick and the little doll went to school, so everyone was very motivated and felt that the days were rushing.

Next, Lao Hai said to himself: There are not many small bosses like him who have successfully started a business, because most of the immigrants are poor ghosts, and the proportion of people who can come up with the first pot of gold is very small. So now those who can be small bosses, except for a few like him, are local naturalized savages.

Speaking of savages, Lao Hai is also quite envious. The natives, who had been deprived of their ancestral hunting grounds and fishing grounds, now live in large houses, and the General's Office implemented a policy at the beginning of the year: they were compensated for a land acquisition fee.

In order to prevent these wild people from becoming rich and poor, the General's Mansion also opened a special class and taught the wild people the secret recipe of fried chicken and shop decoration drawings. Now these wild people are shaking one by one, and they all opened the gnawing chicken shop and Zhengxin chicken steak on the street. …！ Aichi Literature &a;... Free to read

"But don't worry, this generation can't make the climate." Not noticing the strange expressions on the passengers' faces, Lao Hai said this, pointed to the beautiful wooden house community surrounded by white picket fences on both sides of the road, and then told the guests: Those wild people have a low level of education, so they can only do a catering business. The most savages who have money are to buy canteens in various communities, and they are very conservative in business.

In the end, Lao Hai told the part that Fang Tangjing was most interested in: how to gain a foothold in the local area.

It is said that in the hall on the first floor of the street facing the Chihkan District Government, there is a window for investment promotion, which is specially used to receive the counterpart unit of Ming Guoda businessmen. Lao Hai told Fang Tangjing: The officials in the government yamen are very polite and enthusiastic, and they will not bully the people, just go if there is something.

In addition, Lao Hai also told Fang Tangjing that the China Merchants Office has a "negative list", and foreign businessmen can invest and trade in the industries of the General's Mansion that are no longer on the negative list, and it is okay to join shares with the general, or to go it alone.

When Fang Tangjing heard this, he suddenly laughed, and then stretched out the folding fan in his hand out of the car and drew a circle: "In this way, this field can also be bought and sold?" ”

At the same time that Lao Hai was walking all the way to the mountains, the horse-drawn carriage had already driven out of the cement road in the residential area and changed to a lower cinder road. The buildings on both sides of the road have also changed from neat neighborhoods to green carpet-like farmland, stretching as far as the eye can see.

"Hahaha." After listening to Fang Tangjing's question, Lao Hai also laughed out loud - but no one who came to charter a car in a robe didn't care about the land, and this Master Fang was no exception today.

"Can be bought and sold, can be bought and sold!" Lao Hai looked ahead at this time and hid his strange smile: "One mu only costs five taels of silver, 1,500 mu, that's right, one square kilometer is sold!" It's all contiguous! ”

"Huh?" Hearing Lao Hai say this, even Master Bu, who had been turning his head to look at the scenery, was moved. And Fang Tangjing, who was also shocked, also asked what the old man thought in time: "Really? Sold in a row? ”

I can't complain that the old man is moved. You must know that what catches everyone's eye now is the endless "ripe field". Even if they were sitting in the carriage, they could see all kinds of crops growing in these fields, and the silver thread-like canals woven in the flat green carpet, and they could see the flashes from afar.

This kind of renovated ripe land is not wasteland, if you can really buy 1,500 acres, for the Fujian lord from eight mountains, one water and one field, it is a family heirloom! At this moment, the landlord gene that was deeply rooted in the blood of the scholar broke out instantly, and he was extremely hungry and told the owner of the body: buy land! Buy land!

"There is a detailed description of the land on the wall of the hall of the district government, and the lord can go and have a look." After Lao Hai turned his head and said a word, he turned his face back and smiled evilly: "But this land is not allowed to be bought and tenanted, only allowed to be cultivated by his own family!" ”

"Ahh Master Bu was taken aback when he heard this, and he couldn't pretend to be reserved anymore, so he opened his mouth and asked, "Why aren't you allowed to change tenants?" ”

"The general didn't allow it, saying that the tenants were crowding out the labor quota." Lao Hai first pointed to the top of his head happily, and then said: "Why should you contract to tenants what a family can do?" ”

"Nonsense! How can a family plant this 1,500 acres of land? "Master Bu was already out of anger at this time.

"Hahaha." Lao Hai didn't turn his head again this time, he was afraid that the ridicule on his face would be seen by Master Bu: "You can't plant it elsewhere, you can rule it under the general!" ”

Speaking of this, he stretched his neck and looked at it, then pointed loudly into the distance and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, what is it?" ”

Old Man Bu looked around when he heard the sound and found that there was a small spot of black smoke in the field in the distance.

"Drive!" Lao Hai, who was in a happy mood, did not speak at this time, but shook the reins of the belt in his hand vigorously, and the two docile Dian horses sped up. After the carriage ran on the cinder road for about ten minutes, Master Bu and the others finally saw the small black dot that was smoking. Of course, before and after coming closer, the little dot had turned into a big iron bull spitting black smoke.

"Huh" Lao Hai slowly slowed down at this time and drove the horse to a gazebo on the side of the road. After stopping the car, he first put the two horses in a material bag, and then took out a folded canvas bucket to go down the ditch to fetch water and drink the horses.

At the same time, Lao Hai pointed to the working tractor and said, "Two masters, that is a big machine that ploughs thousands of acres a day, you might as well go up and take a look." ”

Without waiting for Lao Hai to finish speaking, Fang Tangjing had already begun to prepare for Xiatian. I saw that he quickly took off his newly purchased Fugui Bird leather shoes, then stripped off the playboy socks, tied his robe around his waist, jumped out of the car with his bare legs, and stepped on the ridge on the side of the road.

However, he is not the only one who jumps barefoot on the ridge: Master Bu.

When it comes to farming, traditional scholars are quite strict. As the spokesperson of the landlord class, there were almost no scholars who did not understand agricultural affairs. From the court to the state and county, even the Qing literati who chanted poetry and painted were also novices in terms of crops.

So when the two old men saw the big iron ox slowly coming from the front, they quickly took off their shoes and entered the field.

As the iron bull approached amid the roar and smoke, Master Bu finally saw the mystery of this thing. The wheelhouse with a large piece of glass, the driver sitting in it, including the cylindrical gas stove behind Tie Niu, these old men had already seen on the machines in the docks, these were not surprising to him.

The only thing that the old man didn't expect was the long steel plough behind the iron ox.

The steel plough is arranged horizontally, and there is a large shiny coulter at intervals on the long plough body. Then the field in front of him was dumbfounded, and it was easily rolled up by the row of coulters, and it felt effortless.

The tractor dragged the long plough and turned a huge turn in front of Master Bu, and then drove all the way to the field.

After Master Bu stood stupidly at the head of the field and watched the iron ox go away, he muttered: "I am afraid that it is true!" ”

Fang Tangjing nodded solemnly at first, then he took a few steps forward, squatted in the field where the iron ox had ploughed, stretched out his arm and inserted it into the furrow and tried it: "This should have half an arm into the ground, what a deep plow!" ”

"Well, deep in the ground, few crop diseases, what a powerful iron bull!" Master Bu, who followed up, grabbed the soil at this time and looked at it: "The soil is not good, at most it is Zhongtian." ”

After throwing down the clod of soil and standing up, Master Bu turned his head to look around, and then he said with emotion: "Counting this canal, I'm afraid it's worth the price of Shangtian!" ”

Master Bu, who was completely slapped in the face by the iron bull, finally went to the canal to wash his feet and returned to the carriage.

By this time, Master Bu's attitude had become much softer. He not only asked Bu Mo to take out the newly bought Yellow Crane Tower for Lao Hai to smoke, but also took out orange soda for him to drink.

After that, the old man heard the follow-up: this big iron ox can plough the field with a plow, and when the crops are ripe, the big iron ox can also hang a kind of "hob" specially used to harvest crops, and can put down hundreds of acres of rice in one day and night.

Next, Lao Hai also enthusiastically popularized agricultural equipment such as threshers to the old man.

Master Bu now finally believes: There is really a family in this world that can plant 1,500 acres of land.