Datang Nongwang

Chapter 110
Early in the morning, when the sky is still dark.

On the small road in Lizhuang, the people who went to work ushered in.

A man resisting tools asked a man surnamed Song: "Old Song, how much did you get for half a month's wages yesterday?"

"Not much, not much, probably not as much as you, Lao Wan, hehe." Lao Song said with a smile on his dark cheeks.

"How is it possible? You have done a lot more than me. I have only received the 720 pennies from Li Xiannan in the past half a month. You must have more money than me, Lao Song. I guess you have consistent money." ?” Lao Wan asked in disbelief.

At this time, a commoner who went to work envied: "Lao Song is the most able to work. According to the rules set by Li Xiannan, one acre of wasteland is given [-] Wen, and Lao Song has opened up more than three mu of wasteland." , naturally have a lot of money."

"You don't even think about it. When Lao Song leaves no later than us, if he can develop more than three acres of land, he will naturally get more money." An old man said.

money.

It was posted yesterday.

This is also the rule set by Li Chongyuan.

Every half a month.

Therefore, at the evening of yesterday, Qiao Su distributed the half month's hard-earned money on his behalf.

original.

Qiao Su said that the wages would be settled after the work was done.

But for this matter, Li Chongyuan resolutely resisted.

In his previous life, Li Chongyuan knew that some migrant workers were unable to settle their wages after finishing their work, forcing them to commit suicide by jumping off a building or something.

Naturally, Li Chongyuan would not default on the wages of the common people.

Even if Li Chongyuan really has no money, he will sell his own things and pay his wages.

Besides, with such a small amount of money, Li Chongyuan would still have to default or withhold money.

go to work.

As more and more people go to the wasteland.

The wasteland was once again in full swing.

More and more materials are being delivered.

And this time.

Wangzhuang, ten miles away from Lizhuang.

"Mom, I'm going to work in Li Zhuang too. Dad can earn [-]% in half a month, and I'm going to help him work." In Wang Zhuang, a childish voice came from a certain thatched hut.

"Xiaozhi, you're still too young. It's not a job that everyone can do. After you grow up for a few more years, you can help your father with the work. Be good." A woman said.

This thatched hut is exactly the home of that old Song.

The woman is no one, but Lao Song's wife, and the little boy is also his son.

Old Song's family is in this Wangzhuang.

Wangzhuang belongs to another noble fiefdom.

However, the rent in Wangzhuang is [-]% higher than that in Lizhuang. The tenants in Wangzhuang live a lot worse than the villagers in Lizhuang.

"Mom, I'm not young anymore, I'm already eight years old, I will open up wasteland." The little boy named Xiao Zhi said firmly with his head raised.

And behind that Xiaozhi, stood two little children, one big and one small, one male and one female.

Similarly, the expression was like their elder brother's and said: "Mom, we can also help dad with work."

Seeing the appearance of her children like this, the woman was very relieved.

The children of poor families are in charge early.

At Xiaozhi's age, he has long been able to help his parents with a lot of work at home, and he is even involved in a lot of farm work.

This is the Tang Dynasty.

Not modern.

Let alone eight years old, it is four or five years old, and it is time to work.

If you can't do heavy work, then do some work within your ability, such as making a fire and cooking.

As for Xiaozhi, who is eight years old, he can be said to be proficient in everything such as harvesting wheat, beans, and millet during the busy farming season.

Little farm boy, whether he wants to read or not, and whether he wants to feed cattle or not.

In addition to helping his parents with work, he can only play around in Zhuangzi.

The woman looked at her three daughters and said with a smile on her face: "Okay, don't say these things anymore, and ask your father when he comes back at night."

Hit last night.

Lao Song brought back consistent money, and the family couldn't tell how happy they were.

Yiguanqian is nothing more than a small amount of money to the rich in Chang'an City.

But for farmers, that is a huge sum of money.

What's more, they are still tenants like them.

In addition to paying taxes, there are also various taxes such as poll tax.

After this year, it's hard to get enough food and clothing, so where can I see cash?
Moreover, there are only a few members of Lao Song's family.

There is an old mother who is sick and sick, and there are three children who are waiting to be fed. If they don't work hard and earn money, the family will probably collapse a long time ago.

Xiaozhi got his mother's words, and he also hoped that the sky would get dark soon.

In this way, it is also good to seek the opinion of your own father.

It's not that hot in June.

But when the sun rises, the heat starts to rise.

But when Li Chongyuan finished his training, he found that the sun was very hot.

This made him suddenly lose the mood to go to the wasteland to see, and then he told San Dezi: "San Dezi, go to Chang'an and tell my mother that I still need a thousand coins here. Let my mother bring some over."

money.

Of course, the more the better.

It's just a pity that Li Chongyuan still underestimated the speed at which he was spending money, even with the lucky cat Yingbinlou there.

"Yes, Mr. Xiaolang." After receiving the instructions, San Dezi leaned forward and left.

Immediately, Li Chongyuan gave instructions to Dadu, who had already recovered from his injuries: "Dadu, tell Guanshi Qiao to send the money from the wasteland to the county government, and I won't go. It's too hot today. Some. Also, ask Qiao Su to inform that from today onwards, those people who come to work will be given four pancakes a day."

Dadu, last time because of his meritorious service in protecting the lord, he was greatly praised by the old lady, and he was rewarded with a lot of money and things.

And Dadu's family members either live in the county man's mansion or help out in the Yingbin building, so they live a comfortable life.

The big belly that has recovered from the injury still has a smiling face every day.But at this time, after he got Li Chongyuan's words, he went directly to Qiao Su without saying a word.

What should be arranged has already been arranged.

On the wasteland side, you only need to follow the steps, and there is no need for Li Chongyuan to stare at it all the time.

Li Chongyuan, who was a little bored, got a reclining chair, sat in his small courtyard and squinted, thinking how wonderful it would be if he could eat an ice cream in such a day.

Gradually, Li Chongyuan's imagination became a dream.

night.

It was very dark.

Lao Song dragged his exhausted body back home.

When Lao Song's wife saw her husband coming back, she rushed up to meet her husband and asked, "Father, are you tired? Hurry up, sit down and rest, I'll get you something to eat."

His three children also ran towards their father, with concern in their eyes.

"His mother, don't be too busy, what do you think this is?" Although Lao Song was tired, when he got home and saw his wife and three children, he was full of energy.

"This is?" When Lao Song took out something from behind, he immediately surprised his wife and children.

What Lao Song took out was not a good thing, it was just a few pancakes.

"From now on, those who go to work can receive four pancakes each, so I don't need to bring food from home anymore." Lao Song is a frugal person.

After working this day, the four pancakes were reluctant to eat, so they left three and a half to take home so that their family could taste the pancakes that only the nobles could eat.

(End of this chapter)