Chapter 96: Talking about Hanzhong (Part 2)
"Send it away? That's nice to say! The eldest daughter-in-law is the eldest daughter-in-law. Doesn't it mean that the eldest daughter-in-law in the sixth house is not the legitimate daughter?" The impatient Li Liulang spoke first, with an angry look on his face, "They say it's a gift, but they want to take it." I'm going to change it with my daughter-in-law. Is this plow made of gold?"
The one who was chosen to be married into the Liao family this time was Li Liulang's sister. I couldn't blame him for being so anxious.
"I don't know if that plow is made of gold, but if it is true as my father said, one day can plow more than a hundred skilled farmers, then it is not an exaggeration to call this plow a golden plow." Grandson of Taigong Li, Li Dalang took over the conversation and said calmly.
Taigong Li nodded approvingly, stretched out his hand to stop everyone, and said: "That's right. Da Lang's words are very useful in cultivating and reading family inheritance. What we cultivate is the land, and what we read is the book. To put it crudely, it is nothing more than money and food. Two words. But where does the money and food come from? In the final analysis, it all comes from the land. Only with the land can we be confident. Otherwise, how could the big house be so eager after hearing what Liao Gongyuan said? "
"In the past few months, Dafang listened to what others said and drove up the price of food. In the end, he suffered a big loss. Now, is it deceptive to just listen to Liao Gongyuan's words?"
"It's because I suffered a big loss that I'm anxious to get back my money. Hanzhong used to be mostly cultivated land, but now as long as there is a way to cultivate it, I can invest money and food for one year at most, and I can start to get back my money in the second year. This is a good thing , naturally I rushed to get it."
“But the Eight Oxen Plowing Light is just something I’ve heard about, and I haven’t seen the real thing. How do I know if it’s true or false?”
“If it’s fake, it’s easy to say, just reply directly. But what if it’s true? So what?”
“If it’s true, it’s not impossible to consider…”
“Isn’t it your daughter you want?”
"Hey, why do you say this? Aren't all girls in this family going to get married sooner or later? Then Liao Gongyuan has some status, so it can't be said to be an insult..."
While everyone was talking, the topic changed.
Although the daughters of aristocratic families sound noble, in fact, many of them are sold as goods. It just depends on whether the goods given by the owner are worth the price.
In the eyes of most of the Li family, if the Ba Niu Li is really as powerful as the news from the big house, then it would not be unreasonable to be a little more reserved and finally make some gestures to choose a legitimate daughter to marry into the Liao family. Can.
After all, Liao Li is considered a figure, and he has the title of Captain Changshui! By marrying into the Liao family, Liufang can gain some momentum no matter what. What's more important is that, looking at what Zhuge villagers have done in the past, there is a high probability that it will be impossible for the family to go to Hanzhong to cultivate fields safely. Liufang was married to Liao Hanyuan, so he could use his identity to cultivate land in Hanzhong without any scruples.
Unlike other houses, it is estimated that some serfs will have to be released. Using those people's names to cultivate wasteland will definitely be timid, and it will not be as convenient as our own. Thinking about it this way, this matter is not all bad.
The above are all added together, which is the price proposed by the Liao family for the legitimate daughter. Whether she can sell it or not depends on what the Li family wants to do with the sixth house this time.
Thinking of this, everyone's voices became lower and lower, and they couldn't help but look at Taigong Li on the throne.
Finally, the white-haired old man spoke: "Master, can you confirm this?"
Taigong Li's expression was a little complicated, and his eyes were a little wandering. He didn't know what he was thinking, and finally nodded: "It shouldn't be wrong. A few days ago, the housekeeper in the house heard from the housekeeper of the Feng family next door that his house will be closed in a while. I want to go to Hanzhong. I heard from Liao Gongyuan that Ba Niu Li has something to do with Feng Dianzi."
When everyone heard this, their expressions became a little complicated.
When Feng Dianzi first moved here, it was just a small village with 500 acres. If Zhuangzi hadn't been rewarded by Liu Bei, which made people a little scrupulous, I'm afraid that they would have swallowed up all the dregs of Feng Dianzi before he woke up.
Later, the housekeeper came to his family and said that he wanted to exchange the land. He also thought that when the limelight passed, the village would fall into his hands sooner or later, so he happily took his family's 100 acres of land in Xiali Village in exchange for it. .
“Mom, I’m back.”
In the evening, Gouzi took the first place as usual when he endorsed in the open space above the village. He jumped back to the small thatched house where he and his mother lived. When he saw his mother squatting at the door and burning a clay pot, he couldn't help but ask. : "Are you opening fire? Didn't my child say that the master's family will get a reward today? Look, this is steamed buns."
As he spoke, Gouzi took out two steamed buns from his arms and handed them over.
Gouzi’s mother raised her head and looked at her son, her eyes full of joy: "My son is back? You should take it into the house first, and I will cook it for you and give you something delicious."
“What did grandma cook?”
Gouzi obediently took the steamed bun back into the house, then walked out and asked.
"It's chickens. The housekeeper said that because the master's family used the land rented by our family to grow next year's grain, our family has also made a contribution to the village, so this month, the chickens produced by our hens can be kept. Eat for yourself. No, today is the first one. I will replenish your health later. I have to go to the master’s house every day, work and study at the same time. It’s too hard.”
Gouzi’s mother’s face was red and she said happily.
Because Gouzi studied well and was very popular with his family, when Gouzi's family received the chicks, the housekeeper also gave him an extra half-sized hen. It had already started laying eggs a month ago, but All eggs must be handed over to the owner.
Most ancient people valued credibility, and the farmers were grateful to Feng Yong, the owner of the house. The housekeeper didn’t need to rush her, so Gouzi’s mother took the initiative to hand over the eggs she had laid.
The dog sat at the door of the thatched house, touching his chin with his hands, and said, "Mom, I can often eat chickens at the master's house, so you should eat them."
"Nonsense! Even noble people dare not say that they can eat this chicken regularly. Even if you try to coax me, you can't coax me like this."
Gouzi’s mother glared at Gouzi.
Gouzi didn't retort, but his eyes were a little erratic, as if he had something on his mind.
Gouzi’s mother didn’t pay attention and squatted down to blow the fire again.
“Mom, I want to tell you something.”
“What’s the matter?”
“The master is going to Hanzhong in a while.”
When Gouzi's mother heard this, she nodded and said, "I heard the steward mentioned this two days ago. I heard that he had made great contributions, so the emperor asked him to take charge of Hanzhong."
“It is not in charge of Hanzhong, but in charge of farming in Hanzhong. Someone else is in charge of Hanzhong.”
"Oh, you kid, you've been reading for a few days and you're still telling me the truth? Didn't the emperor already say it? Farming is the most serious thing in the world. The master can take care of the most serious thing in Hanzhong, and What’s the difference between Guan Hanzhong?”
Gouzi:…
When Gouzi's mother said this, she remembered something. She turned around and asked, "Now that you have said that, I have remembered it. If the master is gone, doesn't it mean that there is no one to teach you how to read? How can this be? good?"
(End of this chapter)