Nothing was said all night.

When Han Zhen woke up, it was already bright outside the window.

got out of bed and stretched, and as soon as he opened the door, he saw Fang Sansan clubbing by the door like a door god, and it seemed that he had been standing for a while.

Seeing Han Zhen, two dimples immediately swayed on Fang Sansan's round face: "Ah Lang is awake!" ”

Han Zhen raised his eyebrows: "What are you doing standing here early in the morning?" ”

"I'm here to serve Ah Lang to wash!" Fang Sansan blinked his eyes and said as a matter of course.

Hearing this, Han Zhen waved his hand: "I don't need you to serve, don't come in the morning." ”

"Oh!"

Fang Sansan nodded, but did not leave, but followed behind Han Zhen.

Han Zhen washed, and she was chattering on the side.

"Ah Lang, Aunt Shen made steamed buns this morning, stuffed with leek chicken."

Bah!

Spit out a mouthful of blood foam, Han Zhen felt a little helpless.

Just now, the force was a little stronger, and the gums were broken again.

Picking up a handful of well water and rinsing his mouth, Han Zhen asked, "Ma Sangou, are they up?" ”

Fang Sansan replied: "A few Xiaolangjun left early, and in a hurry, they didn't have time to eat steamed buns. ”

Han Zhen nodded, knowing that they were the family members who had gone to pick up the monkey and the worm.

"What time is it?"

"It's three quarters of the hour."

Han Zhen calculated it in his mind, it was more than eight o'clock and almost nine o'clock.

When he came to the front yard hall, Fang Sansan immediately ran to the kitchen and diligently brought steamed buns and rice porridge.

The Northern Song Dynasty was a period of food explosion, and steamed buns used to be filled with mutton.

Nowadays, there are steamed buns with various fillings.

And at this time, there was also the concept of steamed buns, but unlike the steamed buns of later generations, the filling was wrapped in lotus leaves, commonly known as vegetable buns.

The steamed bread of later generations was originally called steamed cake in the Northern Song Dynasty, and later in order to avoid Zhao Zhen of Song Renzong, the steamed cake was changed to cooking cake.

Well, it's the cooking cake sold by Wu Dalang in "Water Margin".

picked up the steamed bun and took a bite, Han Zhen couldn't help but nodded, Chef Shen's skills are quite good.

Halfway through the meal, he suddenly asked, "Where is my sister-in-law?" ”

"The eldest lady and the fourth mother went to serve the vegetable patch." Fang Sansan said, staring at the steamed bun in Han Zhen's hand without blinking.

She had actually eaten it and was very full, but at this moment, seeing Han Zhen's sweet food, she couldn't help but want to eat it.

To put it bluntly, it's a mental illness.

I used to be hungry every day, so I had a pathological attachment to food, but now I can suddenly let go of my belly and eat, and I can't control it for a while.

At this moment, there was a knock on the side door of the outer courtyard.

Without waiting for Han Zhen to speak, Fang Sansan immediately took his short legs to check.

Soon, the little girl came back, "Ah Lang, the tenants are here, saying that they want to sign a deed." ”

Han Zhen commanded, "Oh, let them in." ”

After a while, Fang Sansan came in with more than twenty numbers.

It was the first time for these tenants to enter the second courtyard, and in the past, Wang Yuanwai had at most let them stand in the gatehouse, but at this moment, they all seemed very restrained, and they didn't know where to put their hands.

A few children looked around curiously, but were pulled by their own adults.

The middle-aged man led by him didn't dare to enter the hall, but stood outside the door and said a little nervously: "Xiao Langjun, let's sign the deed." ”

"There's no hurry."

Han Zhen said, turned his head and instructed Fang Sansan: "Lead them to the kitchen to eat." ”

Yesterday, Han Zhen said that his monthly salary was 300 yuan, and he would take care of two meals, but these tenants had no bottom in their hearts.

In the past, Wang Yuanwai also said that he would let them eat enough, but what was the result?

Three buckets of cereals are given every month, which is enough for a family to eat, so every time they cook, they can only mix a large number of wild vegetables, but even so, they will fall into a dilemma of having no food to eat for a few days at the end of each month.

I can only find some wild fruits and grass roots to satisfy my hunger, and try to survive until next month.

Now that Han Zhen is really in charge of cooking, they are all overjoyed.

The tenants' breakfast was rice porridge, and steamed buns were naturally not available.

But they don't care, they are already very satisfied with a bowl of rice porridge to eat.

When they took the bowl handed by Chef Shen, their eyes widened in disbelief.

Although it is rice porridge made from chestnut rice and sorghum and other grains, it is not adulterated with wild vegetables, and the rice porridge is thick and will not be poured with chopsticks.

More than 20 tenants squatted at the kitchen door, eating rice porridge in a daze.

Chef Shen held the wooden spoon and said loudly: "If you haven't eaten enough, come here and add porridge." ”

Can you even add porridge?

A tenant didn't care about the heat, drank all the rice porridge in three or two sips, and immediately walked up with a bowl, and kept shouting: "I want to add, I want to add!" ”

A breakfast completely dispelled all the concerns of the tenants.

After eating, they looked at Han Zhen as if they were looking at a bodhisattva.

Taking advantage of the tenants' eating, Han Zhen called Fang Sansan to the paper and pen and ink he got from the study, and quickly wrote down seven lease deeds.

Seeing that they had finished eating, Han Zhen said, "One person from each household will sign." ”

Hearing this, seven men strode into the hall.

"The deed is signed once a year, and if you want to change the lease next year, tell me in advance."

As soon as Han Zhen's words fell, he saw these people shaking their heads in unison: "I won't change." ”

"I won't change it."

Seeing this, Han Zhen didn't say much, while asking for their names, he helped them write their names on the deed, and then instructed them to press their handprints.

The meal was also eaten, the deed was signed, and Tan Qiang, the middle-aged man led by him, said with satisfaction: "Xiao Langjun, let's work." ”

Han Zhen waved his hand; "Go ahead, and call the chief by the way."

A moment later, the lieutenant arrived in a hurry.

Eat people with a soft mouth and take people with short hands.

Since he received the money given by Han Zhen, the chief there naturally has to be careful.

"What is the matter with Xiao Langjun calling the old man?"

Han Zhen Zhengse said: "From today onwards, I will count the household registration, measure the fields, and register and make a register, and I need a lot of cooperation from the chief." ”

This is the basis for him to be in charge of Xiaowang Village, and anything can be postponed, but this matter must be put first.

He must clearly know how many households there are in Xiaowang Village, how many people are in each household, how old they are, how many acres of land they have under their name, how much their expected income is, how many craftsmen there are, and how many people who can read and write.

If you can't even figure these things out, how can you talk about management, then you won't be blind.

Hearing this, the chief was slightly stunned.

After coming back to his senses, he saw him looking at Han Zhen in surprise.

Compared with ordinary villagers, the chief has more knowledge.

Originally, in his opinion, Han Zhen and the others were just a splash, killing Wang Yuan by force and forcibly occupying the village.

However, Han Zhen's words just now really shocked him.

Is this something that a splash can do?

Counting household registration and measuring fields are all things that the government does, and it seems that this little Langjun has a lot of plans.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Han Zhen smiled and said, "Why is the chief surprised? ”

The chief arched his hand and said: "The little old man didn't know Mount Tai before, so it's no wonder to look at Xiao Langjun." ”

Han Zhen instructed: "Don't call me Xiao Langjun in the future, call me the village chief!" ”

Chief?

The chief was stunned, this title was somewhat similar to the previous Muramasa.

At this time, Han Zhen asked, "Is there a scholar in the village?" ”

After thinking for a moment, he replied, "There is one." lives in the west of the village, his name is Zhu Zhengze, and his father used to be a teacher in Xiaowang Village. A few years ago, his father died of illness, and the family owed a lot of money for treatment, so he did not continue to study, and has been farming to support his mother. ”

Han Zhen asked, "What is the character of this person?" ”

The lieutenant chief said truthfully: "Some Mu Ne is lonely, and many people in the village say that he has a bad brain when he reads. ”

Han Zhen nodded, and then ordered: "Fang Sansan, go and call Zhu Zhengze." ”

Fang Sansan answered, and went out with his little short legs.