Ji Qingwen originally thought that Gao Yingxiang had any greater requirements, but what he said repeatedly was that he just wanted to reduce a few points of tenant rent, and he didn't have any ambitions, so he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

So Ji Qingwen glanced at the bookkeeper sitting next to him and asked, "Sir, do the math, how much grain we put into the warehouse three years ago?" ”

Ji Qingwen did not communicate with Mr. Bookkeeper about the plan to distribute the old grain, so Mr. Bookkeeper was a little flustered when he listened to his instructions, and read a yellowed account book several times, and then beat the abacus in his hand "crackling", and replied after a long time: "Young master, the villain calculated, the grain stored in the warehouse three years ago, that is, four years before the Apocalypse, can probably have about 500 stones." ”

Hearing this number, the tenants who had been "twittering" a second ago were suddenly speechless.

Ji Qingwen nodded and said, "Sir, calculate how much food each person from here can get." ”

While making calculations, the bookkeeper read: "One stone is about one hundred and fifty catties, and the five hundred stones are almost seventy-five thousand catties." There are about 300 people here today, and each of them can get 250 catties of grain. ”

Ji Qingwen said again: "Although these two hundred and fifty catties are Chen Mi Chen noodles, the taste is slightly worse, but it is enough for your whole family to eat half a year of hunger and half fullness, which is equivalent to me exempting you from a full 10% of the tenant rent." What do you think? ”

Such conditions can be said to be very generous, but the tenants here may have formed an offensive and defensive alliance before coming, so although they are a little tempted, no one dares to take the lead to agree.

But the bookkeeper reminded in a low voice: "Young master." Recently, grain is scarce and rice is expensive, and rice that could be bought for two stones for one tael of silver has now risen to one tael and one stone. How can these 500 stone aged rice be sold for more than 400 taels, so it is released? ”

Ji Qingwen traveled through half a year, and had fun for one hundred and fifty days, but it was the first time he heard about the price of rice in the Ming Dynasty, and suddenly remembered that he was teasing the little girl Xing'er this morning, and he spent more than a dozen taels of silver casually, and a sense of guilt suddenly rose in his heart, so he gritted his teeth and said: "Five hundred stones is five hundred stones, and four hundred taels is four hundred taels." The young master and gentleman said that the horse is difficult to chase, so it is decided! ”

When the tenants heard this, they were still hesitant.

Seeing this, Ji Qingwen added fuel to the fire and said: "Okay, next year's tenant rent will not rise, and I will give you another 250 catties of grain per person, and the matter will be settled." If you agree, please go to the bookkeeper to sign and sign the pledge, and receive the food with the note. Everyone has heard that these grains are all old grains, and those who arrive first will be picked first, and those who arrive later can only move the moldy ones back! ”

As soon as Ji Qingwen's words came out, it was like throwing a cannon in the pit, which made a group of tenants instantly clamor, and they all rushed to Ji Qingwen and Mr. Bookkeeper, and they wanted to sign up for food first.

Gao Yingxiang saw that the tenants had been persuaded by Ji Qingwen, so he had to sigh, sat down dejectedly, and kept shaking his head and sighing.

But Li Zicheng, who was sitting next to him, was still not convinced, slapped the table hard, and scolded sharply: "You guys, how did you discuss it before?" Could it be that now more than 200 catties of old grain have bought you? ”

Immediately, a farmer replied:

"That's more than 200 catties of grain! It's enough for our family to eat for half a year. ”

"That is! The little lady on the stage sang and danced, and the money she earned was only more than 200 catties of grain. ”

"Not really! So much food, which one doesn't want it, which one is a nerd! ”

Li Zicheng was furious when he heard this, and roared angrily with the spirit of the dantian: "The eyes of the rat are light! Can't you eat all this food, can't you use it all? Can't you have some ambition? ”

Although the tenants were in a commotion, Ji Qingwen always focused on Gao Yingxiang and Li Zicheng, and when he heard Li Zicheng speak like this, he couldn't help but ask: "Li Zicheng, what ambition do you have?" Speak it up and listen to it! ”

"Phew! What do you know as a little cub of a landlord's family? Li Zicheng replied in a loud and neutral voice, "I might as well tell you, just four words: Juntian is free of grain!" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw seven or eight men standing up behind Li Zicheng, and shouted in unison: "Juntian is free of grain!" Juntian is free of grain! Juntian is free of grain! ”

These people are obviously Li Zicheng's hardcore, and the slogans are shouted extremely neatly, and they have obviously been rehearsed.

The slogan of "free grain for all fields" shouted higher and higher in the mouths of these people, gradually suppressing the clamor of the competition for old grain, and those tenants who had no opinions, were immediately infected by such a very incendiary slogan, and also shouted in unison: "Free grain for all fields!" Juntian is free of grain! Juntian is free of grain! ”

This is the last thing Ji Qingwen wants to happen-it turns out that Li Zicheng has been prepared for a long time, and he is waiting for an opportunity to start an incident when he is discussing today--it seems that a confrontation with him is inevitable.

So Ji Qingwen looked at Gao Yingxiang and Li Zicheng in the middle hall, and then looked up at the room on the second floor where the guards transferred from the Qin Wangfu were ambushed, raised his hand and made a silent gesture to everyone, and said: "What a 'Juntian free grain', then Li Zicheng I ask you, how is this field Jun?" How can this food be spared? ”

Li Zicheng listened, told the party behind him to stop shouting slogans, and said to Ji Qingwen with a calm face: "It's very simple. 'Juntian' means to distribute all the fields in the hands of your landlords to the peasants, and the fields are in the hands of everyone, so naturally there is no need to pay tenant rent, which is called 'free grain'. ”

As soon as his explanation was settled, the tenants erupted in earth-shattering cheers, and shouted in unison: "Free grain for all fields!" Juntian is free of grain! Juntian is free of grain! ”

"Hahaha!" Ji Qingwen said with a smile, "You said it lightly, the land is in the hands of the landlord, if you want them to hand it over, they will hand it over obediently?" What childishness! ”

Li Zicheng smiled cruelly: "Hmph! It's up to you, you have to pay it, you have to pay it, and you have to pay it if you don't pay it! A terrifying fierce light suddenly appeared in the two yellow eyes.

Ji Qingwen was stunned by his eyes, and couldn't help but take a step back and asked, "...... you?" You...... What do you want? ”

Li Zicheng looked at Ji Qingwen with such a frightened look, and was extremely proud in his heart, and said, "You'll know later." ”

As he spoke, Li Zicheng raised his hand and waved forward, beckoned the comrades standing behind him, and said, "Brothers, come forward and hold the young master of the Ji family for me!" ”

The big men agreed to the word "good" in unison, then bypassed the tables and chairs in front of them, and walked towards Ji Qingwen with murderous spirits.

Ji Qingwen was a little stunned for a while when he saw that this group of people was not good, but Zhu Cunshu, the prince of King Qin beside him, couldn't hold his breath anymore, and shouted loudly: "Brother Ji, what are you waiting for?" Flip the table! ”

It turned out that when Ji Qingwen was discussing the code with the long history of the Qin Palace, he felt that the momentum of smashing cups and bowls was too small, so he agreed to lift the table as the signal - as long as the guards upstairs saw someone downstairs overturning the table, they would ambush the soldiers and go downstairs to stand on the platform for the Ji family.

Ji Qingwen was reminded by Zhu Cunshu, and then he remembered such an agreement, and immediately reached under the table, riveted all his strength, and was about to lift the table up.

Unexpectedly, this table was temporarily brought out of the warehouse by the shopkeeper of "Lao Wanxing", and it was specially used to entertain the mahogany table of the young owner's family.

In this way, Ji Qingwen was so anxious that his face turned red, and he turned his head and scolded the shopkeeper: "What the hell are you changing to a mahogany table?" Hungry? ”

The shopkeeper didn't know what mistake he had made, and he suddenly felt a little wronged, but he didn't dare to talk back to the young owner, so he had to agree aggrievedly: "Yes...... It's ......"

"It's a fart!" Ji Qingwen scolded again, "You have this spare time, you can't come over to help, help me lift this table!" Mr. Bookkeeper, Xiao Duozi, you also come over to help! ”

The three subordinates didn't know Ji Qingwen's intentions, so they could only step forward mechanically, follow the example of the young owner, and wanted to lift the table in front of them.

However, all three of them were equally powerless, and even with one hundred and twenty points of strength, the four feet of the mahogany table still seemed to have taken root on the green brick floor, and did not move a bit.