The people of Huoyang Village are familiar with the mountains, where there are wolves, where there are wild boars, where there are mountain goods, they are looking for them very accurately. There are a lot of furs and mountain goods in the village, which are not easy to sell when they are stored.

Fang Mingyuan told everyone, "I'm going to build a shed in the town first, and everyone will send the things that they have stored at home to sell and store them here for me to sell."

I'm not trying to take advantage of you, because you don't understand, you can't sell at a price, and then there is, you don't sell it piecemeal, and the buyers don't have a choice, and they can't give the price.

Don't worry, you send the things, let's discuss and set a good price, the buyer doesn't give us the price in our hearts, we won't sell it to him! ”

Someone had a quick brain and asked Fang Mingyuan, "Do you want to do business in the town and make money to study for the children?" ”

Fang Mingyuan pursed his lips and smiled, "That's right!" What you consign to me, I only give you the money I set, and it has nothing to do with you how much money I buy.

Don't worry, if I earn a lot of money, not only will I be able to buy books, paper and pens for my children, but I will also have a part of your taxes. ”

Yang Laohan was moved: "Good official! We've met Master Qingtian. ”

Fang Mingyuan had lunch in Huoyang Village, and ate a big bowl of stewed wild boar with two rice.

In the evening, I arrived at the village of the basket boy, Sandaogou Village, where from outside the village to the side of the mountain, people with long bamboo can't drill through, and the willow tree by the river grows casually, and the patriarch said again and again, but it's a pity that the willow tree occupies the most fertile land.

Or check the household registration, the last village under the jurisdiction of the patriarch, counting the milk doll in his arms, there are less than 200 people, there are many craftsmen in the village, who can work as carpenters, who can weave baskets, and who can do horses.

Of the three villages managed by the patriarch, Fengdeng Village is considered poor, and it is 100 sets stronger than before they moved here, and each family does not have to worry about food and clothing.

There are resettled refugees in Sandaogou, and there are seven refugees in three households, who have no food for the people, and still live in the thatched hut behind the ancestral hall in the village.

"Uncle Tang, let's talk about it, in the future, you will make baskets, baskets or something, you don't need to let Xiao Tang go to the town to set up a stall, just put it in our shed and sell it on consignment. There is also the cake packaging we ordered, we must do it well, and we have to do more, and we let people pull it regularly. Fang Mingyuan said to the grandfather who sold the basket boy.

Tang Dashun, the basket seller, was relieved, but he didn't have to go to the town to squat and sell baskets, he couldn't afford to mess with those old ladies.

"Cheng, don't worry, you don't need to come to the car to pull the goods, let Dashun send it, I have an ox cart." Old Tang said with a smile.

Fang Mingyuan continued: "Don't worry, everyone, I told the prefect, we will apply for a rental plough from the government at the beginning of spring, if it is not enough, you go to me and take turns with us to use the plow." ”

Then he told the refugees, "You're not going to be successful!" Is there any wasteland in the village? After a while, let Li Zheng help you see, give you wasteland, pick it up before the year, and don't delay planting after spring.

Don't worry about the seeds, I think, no, you can give me an IOU first, use the grain on credit, and then pay it back! ”

When the patriarch heard this, this is not enough, our grain is not enough! "Mingyuan's nephew, where did we get the grain to give them credit?"

"I told the government that the prefect would help borrow it from the rich family." The last time Fang Mingyuan went to the city to find the prefect, he not only did the job registration, but also asked for a lot of practical benefits.

Walking here, the patriarch can go back, the territory under his jurisdiction is so big, check it out, and the rest of his work is to cooperate with Fang Mingyuan.

What do you work with? Going back to town and building a shed is the work that needs to be done urgently.

Fang Mingyuan took the stuffy son, Qian Chuanzi, Chang'an, and the eldest brother's son Changshou, turned north from Sandaogou Village, continued to check the household registration, and by the way, he was close to the villagers, so as to really run the market town.

"Huoyang Village is easy to manage, the reckless man is a tendon, and he is righteous, let's send his baby to school, I don't believe he will find me trouble." Fang Mingyuan rode on his precious jujube red horse, pondering the situation in the three villages.

The jujube red horse has a loud name, Fang Mingyuan feels very loud, the name is red jujube!

Chang'an stuck his head out of the car, "Dad, the topographic map is not easy to draw!" I can only draw a rough sketch, you can go back and add it slowly! ”

Chang'an learned from Mr. Dong, drew a simple map, and recorded the situation of each village, although I don't know if it is useful now, but Mr. Dong can do it, and he must learn to do it.

"Also, it wouldn't be bad if you could have a rough terrain." Fang Mingyuan has no requirements for his children, what else do you ask for! Where his children can't see, he has been admitted to university and studied for a master's degree, what kind of education is he?

Fang Mingyuan looked at the road and chatted with his son, "I just heard from the people in Sandaogou that there is an allusion to the lightning strike wood village we are going to, saying that there is a lightning strike peach tree in the village that has been struck by lightning for hundreds of years, and it can still live if it is struck by lightning. ”

Chang'an said: "In the past, the lightning strike wood village was called Peach Blossom Village, and there was a wild peach forest on the edge of the village, and then the name was changed because of the lightning strike peach tree, but I still think that Peach Blossom Village is better." ”

Qian Chuanzi said with a smile: "No matter how good it sounds, it is useless, eight out of ten families in that village make coffins." Behind the village is the pine forest, someone went to our town to buy pine nuts, and the little lady also said to buy some to make pine nut candy to eat. ”

"Huh? Why didn't I see my sister buy pine nuts? "Chang'an is strange, my sister has money in her hand, why don't you buy pine nuts if she wants to eat them? It's expensive and can't afford to buy it? When did my sister have a bad habit of thrift?

Qian Chuanzi said: "The little lady didn't say anything about the pine nuts, saying that it was too troublesome to peel the pine nuts." ”

That's right! Chang'an breathed a sigh of relief.

Fang Mingyuan was curious: "The pine nuts that didn't speak?" Raw and not cooked? How much is a pound? ”

Qian Chuanzi said: "It is a raw pine nut that is beaten, not fried, thirty-five wen a catty, and it is sold for thirty wen at a bargaining price." ”

When it got dark, Fang Mingyuan and a few people rushed to Lightning Strike Mu Village, just check the household registration, let's spend the night first!

The villagers were very enthusiastic, and the official in charge came, and he was busy setting up a fire in the courtyard, stewing cabbage and meat in a big pot, and steaming Sanhe noodles and steamed buns.

It's still the same set of words, let the dolls go to school, and the coffin won't be sold, and we can't afford to toss that thing. "Last time you went to buy pine nuts, why didn't you sell them when they were cooked? No? ”

Fang Mingyuan rolled up his sleeves and asked everyone to help, "Go get the pine nuts, I'll teach you how to fry the pine nuts, and send them to the town when they are fried in the future, and the official will help you sell them, don't sell them for thirty-five wen a catty, let's sell the ripe pine nuts that are open, at least fifty wen a catty." ”

The pine nuts are freshly beaten, soaked in water, and soaked in a pot after a while, and steamed in a pot of steamed buns.

"Look, do you think fifty wen is expensive? Let's soak and steam again, it takes fire and effort, and we have to fry it later, why can't we sell more money? Fang Mingyuan sat by the fire and chatted with the old people in the village with a smile.

"You're a reader, I don't know! Our Zhuang family is the most afraid of effort, what are you afraid of when you light a fire, and you don't need money for firewood, and you are most afraid of not making money! ”

The old lady guarded the steamer and answered: "Just steam the pot, it won't take any trouble." The official doesn't know, it's cheaper for us to sell it to a sugar shop! Just the mustache who opened a dim sum shop and sold pine nut candy only gave us 20 yuan a catty. ”

The old man said: "It's a lot, the pine nuts are weighed, besides, the things in the mountains are the same as giving them for nothing, I really didn't dare to think that they could be sold for fifty wen." ”

Who? Snack mustache? "Is it the old lady who is the mustache of the foreign race?"

"That's him." The old lady said: "The bearded lady is a foreigner, and she will use milk residue to make snacks, and his snacks are sweeter than those of others." ”

What is cheese?

Chang'an's eyes lit up, the milk residue is Genghis Khan's military food, we have cows, can we also make milk residue to eat? Actually, it's cheese, dried cheese!

"We don't have any pastries on the car, take some for the people in the village to try, our dim sum is called pastry, which is different from traditional dim sum." Fang Mingyuan is the most tired mustache now, and this goods will have to be cleaned up sooner or later.

"Don't sell pine nuts everywhere in the future, the mustache will be sold and let him go to the town, how dangerous it is to hit mountain goods and trees, twenty yuan, who is he fooling!" Qian Skewers followed and coaxed and handed out mushroom cakes to the old people in the village one by one.

Fang Mingyuan started to fry pine nuts, the dry pot was on low heat, and if you didn't put oil, it was dry frying, and after a while, the pine nuts burst open, and when half of the pine nuts opened, Fang Mingyuan handed the spatula out: "It's so noisy, don't stop turning over, don't use the fire, don't fry the paste." ”

Fried pine nuts were quite tired, Fang Mingyuan sat down and chatted with the clan elders, and said, "Fried pine nuts are very troublesome, and you have to sell them for more money." ”

Troublesome? What's the cost? No oil, no salt, no stir-frying! If the official says it's troublesome, then it's a trouble! Make more money who doesn't like it!