Zhang Yi was speechless, and before he finished speaking, the gang of guys in front of him was already beating chicken blood. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Can't disturb them at this time, for these people, their own children can study, which is undoubtedly the greatest happiness.

After the noise subsided, Zhang Yi took over the topic just now and continued: "Starting from the village school, all the children over the age of seven and under the age of fourteen in the village have entered the village school to be enlightened. Those between the ages of seven and ten can learn in the morning and evening, and can receive 50 money at the end of the month. Those between the ages of 11 and 12 should study in the morning and evening, and after school, they must be on duty in the cowshed, and they can receive 100 yuan at the end of the month. Those between the ages of thirteen and fourteen can be on duty in the cowshed in the evening, morning and evening, and after the early hours of the morning, and they can receive 200 at the end of the month! ”

The main reason for this arrangement is that children under the age of 10 are too young to help manage the cowshed, and children between the ages of 11 and 12 have already replaced the children of about 13 years old.

Of course, this money is not so easy to get, how can Zhang Yi's temperament give these people money for nothing?

This is to attract talents!

Although it is just rough text, Zhang Yi feels that if a little simple arithmetic is added, these people can definitely become a very good shopkeeper, and if there are one or two of them, it is a candidate for the accounting room.

You must know that the popularization of culture in the early Tang Dynasty was definitely less than one thousandth, which means that there may not be one literate person in a thousand people. Because of this, the lack of talents is almost the most embarrassing situation at present, and Zhang Yi originally planned to be a rich man who eats and waits for death, so he naturally hopes that someone else will do something, just wait to count the money.

But the idea is beautiful, but the reality is cruel, when Lao Zhong told him that he didn't even have an account room at home, he was thinking about these problems, and today's new cowshed and village school are the result of recent careful consideration.

The half-grown children have long been excited, not only can they read and write, but also get a lot of wages, which is simply an incredible thing for them.

However, it is impossible for the lord to tell lies, and he does not disdain to tell lies, so when Zhang Yi announced the rules, Zhangjiazhuang really became a sea of joy.

The men didn't need to be urged by the old bell, and a group of people hurriedly ran towards the back mountain, if they could let the babies go to school a day earlier, even if they were tired to death, it would be worth it.

"Young master, with so many babies, we can get a lot of money a month!" Watching the excited crowd disperse, Lao Zhongcai looked at Zhang Yi with a distressed face.

In his opinion, the lord is really kind this time, more than 30 babies have an average of 100 yuan per person, and all of them add up to more than three times a month, so what about a year? That's thirty or forty a year! If you add the food of inviting the master and three meals a day, you can't get it at all if you don't have one or two hundred yuan a year.

Of course, one or two hundred guan is not a big expense for the Viscount's Mansion, and the key thing is that he can't see any benefits from this money at all!

Isn't it like copper thrown into the water, and it disappears without a single bubble?

"When have you ever seen your young master make a money-losing deal?" Zhang Yi smiled, walked towards the fruit grove, and instructed Lao Zhong by the way: "Help me call a few people to pick oranges!" ”

It is not uncommon for oranges to be sold in spring, not only is it not rare, but it is also normal.

Because at this time, the fruits on the market either rot or enter people's stomachs after a whole winter, so if there is fresh fruit at this time, it can definitely be sold at a good price.

Many farmers and farmers are obviously aware of this, so at the beginning of spring, many people carry oranges, tangerines and other easy-to-preserve fruits to Chang'an to sell.

Wu Laozhuan was one of the people who went to Chang'an to sell fruit, and for decades he would bring his family's oranges to the West Market at this time to sell a lot of copper coins for him, and then buy something to go back. It's just that this year he is a little secretly bitter, in addition to the oranges that originally belonged to their family before becoming the lord's family, he was also forcibly ordered by the lord not to go back to see him if an orange is sold for less than two yuan.

As soon as he thought of two pieces of money, Wu Laozhuan hated the young man who was regarded as a living bodhisattva in Zhuangzi!

Yes, hate it to the bone!

Two pieces of money, that's not two coppers, but two thousand coppers! He believed that if all the oranges in the back were sold, the copper money would bury the girl alive!

I've never seen such an unreliable person, and the sir, I'm bah!

But even if he was unhappy, Wu Laozhuan still decided to give it a try, after all, the oranges now are almost the same as before, what if he encounters a mallet that does not know the goods?

It took a copper to get the right to set up a stall for a day at the gate of the West Market, and after putting down the back, Wu Laozhuan took down the small bench left on his waist and sat and waited for the buyer to come to the door.

"Wu Laohan, are you here to sell oranges again this year?"

As soon as he sat down, he was greeted by several acquaintances, who, like him, had come to sell the stored fruits after the winter on their backs.

"yes! You're here early! Wu Laozhuan hurriedly stepped forward to say hello.

After a few words of greetings, the gate of the West Market was already very lively, and it was the time for the dignitaries to buy things at their homes, and more than 60% of the daily business in the West Market was made during this time period.

Wave after wave came, group after group walked.

Soon, Wu Laozhuan was a little uneasy, because the last of his acquaintances also smiled and said goodbye to him, and there was a hint of sadism in his eyes.

Wu Laozhuan knew very well that these people were laughing at him for offering two yuan for an orange, and after half a morning under the impetus of someone with a heart, Wu Laozhuan was ready to sell an orange for two yuan and the matter had already spread in the West Market.

"Wu Laoshuan, I heard that your oranges this year are going to be sold for two yuan each, should you become an immortal if you eat them?" A man selling pork next to him was idle and had nothing to do, and joked to Wu Laozhuan: "Why don't I exchange my half of the pork for you?" As long as you can become an immortal, I will introduce you to buyers tomorrow! Hahaha! ”

The butcher's surname is Zhang, in his forties, with a face full of meat, this person Wu Lao Shuo is known, that is, he loves to show off his goods, because he can speak well in the past few years, the business has been very good, and every time he sees a familiar person, he likes to pretend to be 13 or something, in order to satisfy his little vanity.

After all, he is also a small figure in this place in the West Market, and even the city officials of the West City sometimes cut two catties of fat meat here with him and go home for a tooth sacrifice!

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