Someone asked: "Uncle He, you didn't lie to us, is this young man really our new landlord?" You're only sixteen or seventeen years old, right? ”

He Xianglao didn't know Zhao Xiang's age, but he heard his son Hei Niu say that Mr. Zhao himself said that he was in his thirties, but it was not good to point it out in public, after all, he didn't know if he minded, and said to the man who asked: "Mr. Zhao is a person with great ability, otherwise the old Taoist would not live here with him...... If you are ambitious, what's the use of living a lot of age to the belly of a dog like me? You're not young, can you earn as much as he does? Remember, don't mention age in front of Mr. Zhao. ”

As a result, he was reprimanded by He Xianglao for a few words, but he was not annoyed, and honestly grabbed his hair and retreated to the pile of people and smirked.

He Defang walked up to Zhao Xiang and stiffly said: "Mr. Zhao, in the future, one hundred and twenty-six people from twenty-three households in Wutian Village will rely on Mr. Zhao to eat." ”

Zhao Xiang looked at the old man of He Xiang, who groveled every time, and thought that he was always polite to everyone in the modern era, the world was too big, he was too small, and he asked too much for people, so he always had to go against his heart to do those things that he felt disgusting, thinking of this, he suddenly felt sour, and hurriedly straightened He Xianglao: "He Xianglao, don't be like this, you are an elder and I am a junior, I really can't stand you like this." And it's not popular in my hometown. ”

He Xianglao said: "This is Mr. Zhao, I will rent land from Mr. next season, and the whole village will rely on Mr. Zhao to eat ......."

Zhao Xiang interrupted: "All people are equal, there is no distinction between high and low, I am not those evil monks of Kaiyuan Temple, I will rent the land to you, you pay rent, not only save me from farming by myself, but also let you get the harvest, this is Shuangying, there is no one who has to ask for whom, and I am not higher than you because I am now a landlord." ”

He Xianglao arched his hand: "Mr. Zhao is righteous!" ”

"Let's talk about renting land, you are all Wutian villagers, right?" Zhao Xiang looked behind He Xianglao, "Let's get closer, I'm not a man-eating tiger, what are you afraid of." ”

As soon as Zhao Xiang said this, everyone was amused and came forward.

Zhao Xiang said: "I heard that the land rent after you is fifty percent, and those who rent cattle have to pay sixty percent, right?" ”

Everyone looked at each other, but it was a fact, and they had to nod.

Zhao Xiang asked again: "What is the rent of other landlords?" ”

He Xianglao's face became strange when he heard this, and he replied stubbornly: "Mr. Zhao, fifty percent of the land rent and one percent of the cattle rent are the market...... I don't dare to ask Mr. Zhao to reduce the rent, I only hope that Mr. Zhao will allow me to wait until after the harvest to pay the rent......"

It seems that these people have misunderstood themselves, Zhao Xiang shook his head: "Everyone listen to me!" From now on, I will only accept 10% of the rent from everyone......"

As soon as the words came out, all the villagers exploded, and they all thought that they had heard it wrong. He Xianglao hurriedly asked, "Mr. Zhao, are you talking about Yicheng?" But Mr. Zhao, you don't seem to have ploughing cattle here, so we still have to rent ploughing cattle from Kaiyuan Temple......"

"I'm talking about a tenscent rent, and I don't really have a ploughing ox, but I have something that can replace the ploughing ox, that is, the iron ox, which can also plough the field and pear land, but it drinks oil, and as long as there is oil to drink, it can plow the land day and night. When the time comes, I can lend those free iron oxen to everyone. ”

So everyone is even more blindsided, Iron Bull? What kind of cattle is the iron ox, the ploughing cow eats forage is not something that ordinary people can raise, let alone an iron ox that drinks oil.

He Xianglao asked: "Mr. Zhao, what kind of oil is the oil that this iron cow drinks, vegetable oil or lard?" ”

"Since it's an iron cow, it must be a different oil, and my hometown calls it diesel. You don't have to worry about this, I'll take care of it. Of course, when the farm is over, I am ready to build my own house, and I hope that everyone will come to help and pay for three meals a day. ”

When everyone heard this, this is a good thing, not only solves the problem of ploughing cattle, but also earns some money for work. As for Zhao Xiang didn't say how much the salary is, it doesn't really matter, the currency circulation in Zhangzhou is not smooth, and more often people are more willing to barter. To solve the problem of three meals, you can have no wages, anyway, everyone is idle when the farm is slack.

A lean man stood up and arched his hand: "Mr. Zhao, dare to ask how to calculate the salary at that time?" If you don't know, the big guy is still not at ease. ”

"Xu Sande!" He Xianglao shouted.

Xu Sande just wanted to know more information, but it was obviously very rude, and after being scolded by He Xianglao, he felt wronged, didn't dare to speak anymore, and retreated into the crowd.

Zhao Xiang also knew that the price should be told to everyone as soon as possible, but there was one fact that he had to recognize: in this era, he had not participated in any market economic activities except for being forced to trade by Kaiyuan Temple. There is no intuitive understanding of the level of ancient money and market prices, and it is irrational to set prices rashly.

In the face of questioning, I could only quote a price first: "Everyone, how much is the specific salary reasonable, I will discuss it with He Xianglao when I go back, and then he will tell you." ”

He didn't want to give a specific amount directly, and such a thing could fully reflect the functions of He Defang's village elder and help improve his status.

As soon as the villagers heard that the new landlord would let He Xianglao answer, they no longer entangled and went down the mountain one after another. Although the rice in the field is not filled, if you harvest it yourself, you can still leave forty percent of the rice husk, and you can use it as fodder when you beat it into flour, which is better than the monks of Kaiyuan Temple who are cheaper than vain.

The villagers dispersed, and He Xianglao and Hei Niu stayed. Zhao Xiang inquired about the salary. A strong laborer like the black ox paid no more than 20 wen a day in the city, and the average person's salary was probably between 15 and 18 wen - but more often than not, they were given rice, not money, because money was really useless, and it was not as good as grain.

Zhao Xiang just thinks it's cheap. He has always converted the ancient penny into the modern one-dollar, and asked a strong laborer twenty yuan a day, where to find such a good thing. There may still be such wages in those backward areas, but it is definitely not on the land of China.

After talking for a while, the two fathers and sons went down the mountain to get busy, and they didn't talk about anything substantive - first, Zhao Xiang was not ready, and he was too sleepy to talk about this.

I didn't sleep all night, and Zhao Xiang was listless when he brushed his teeth, and his mouth was full of foam.

Zhang Wenzhi squatted beside him with his hands and watched intently, he wanted to ask Mr. Zhao if he was poisoned, otherwise why he was foaming at the mouth. After observing for a while, he found that Zhao Xiang's eyes were not very friendly, so he ran into the house to help his sister - Mr. Zhao took a hand blender, saying that he wanted to drink peanut milk.

Zhang Wen also wanted to drink it, because the white frost candy in a large glass jar on the table was so white and fine, and Mr. Zhao said that it was used to return to the peanut pulp, although Zhang Wen didn't know what peanut pulp was.

The red-clothed beans in his hand are very strange, Zhang Wen can't figure out why he calls it "peanuts", is there any bean in this world that is not born from flowers? He secretly stuffed two grains into his mouth, and it really didn't taste good.

The blender is also magical, with a trumpet-shaped opening on the top, pour the beans in, shake the handle, and the groove inside will constantly crush the beans, and when they come out of the mouth, the peanuts are already mushy.

The peanuts and beans are very oily, and Zhang Wen scraped some of the oil on the outlet with his hands, which was very fragrant. It's strange why isn't it so fragrant when you eat it?