Uncle Guo, your heart thief has been promoted again

Chapter 233 Business
Erya was rescued by Nangong Lin and returned food, and many refugees below were moved.

As soon as Jiang Baoyu and Nangong Lin came out of the yamen, a group of people came up with their children, and they all made bitter tricks one after another, begging and stuttering.

The poor Boliang had foreseen it a long time ago, and led some soldiers over to scare the people back to the two sides.

Those who are disobedient and insist on rushing forward will inevitably have to scold them a few times.

"Why give her food and not us? We can also shine shoes for adults!"

"That's right, if you are an official and don't make decisions for the people, why don't you go home and sell sweet potatoes! Are you doing this to the common people?"

"It doesn't matter! I just saw that the food was brought in from the backyard. We all rushed over and grabbed the food and shared it with everyone. It's better than starving to death right now!"

The man's words were very deceptive, and soon, the refugees' eyes were bright, and they seemed to be eager to try the back door.

Seeing that Feng Changhai's fists were hardened, Jiang Baoyu, the god of wealth, finally came back, if he was scared away by these gangsters again, wouldn't it cut off his fortune?
At this moment, he is already ready to let anyone who dares to step forward let him taste his iron fist.

But when the war between the two forces was about to break out, Jiang Baoyu suddenly walked into the hall and beat the drum, attracting everyone's attention.

After the scene finally calmed down, Jiang Baoyu threw away the drumsticks, walked towards the crowd and said, "Keep quiet if you want to eat, whoever dares to say one more word before I tell you to speak, my officer Guarantee that he will not be able to eat a grain of rice in Shendu in the future!"

The people do not fight with officials, and the poor do not fight with the rich.

It's not fair, but it's a useful way of life for ordinary people.

Therefore, as soon as Jiang Baoyu said this, the group of people who had made the most trouble just now turned into shriveled eggplants, and they shrank to one side and stopped talking.

At this time, my son, no one dared to just regard Jiang Baoyu as a girl in her teens. Even when she was standing on the high platform in life clothes and speaking, her image became extremely tall.

Seeing Jiang Baoyu standing straight, with a cold expression on his face, he said sonorously and forcefully: "You are refugees taken in by the Nursing Home. The imperial court will help you and keep you from starving to death. This is the duty of the Nursing Home. But it's not my duty.

Deacon Nangong can give you food and drink without asking for anything in return, making you feel that this is only right and proper, but I will not.If you want to receive food from me, you have to let the official see your abilities, distribute according to work, and those who can get more, understand? "

Refugees often fled and fell here because their homes were destroyed due to wars or natural disasters. They turned into black households because they had no way to guide them, and they couldn't find a way to make a living in the local area, so they came to the nursing home.

If there is an opportunity for them to fend for themselves, most people are still willing.

It's just that the chances of this are too slim and unreal.

So much so that after Jiang Baoyu finished speaking, someone finally said, "I am willing. I have strength and can work. As long as the adults are willing to give me a chance, I am willing to do anything!"

After the man finished speaking, people came to their senses one after another, expressing the same wishes one after another.

Jiang Baoyu was very relieved, so he looked at the crowd and continued: "In this case, you will line up later and come over to register your skills.

Those who can read and write, go to Master Nangong, those who are good at singing and dancing go to Yin Yamen, and those who can mend clothes, go to my official.The rest went to Steward Bo Liang to register their abilities.

After my official Yiyi has seen it, if there is no perfunctory slack, you can go to Feng Changhai to get food. "

After Jiang Baoyu finished speaking, he told Feng Changhai to take the token and go to the Jiang Family Grain Store, filling up the granary of the Nursing Home in a short time.

The cook, Mrs. Zhang, was smiling from ear to ear, and she was about to cook a full meal for everyone.

On the contrary, Nan Gonglin was a little ashamed, and persuaded Jiang Baoyu: "Jiang Dianyi, you use your own food to subsidize the nursing home. After all, it is not a long-term solution. After a long time, no matter how rich the family is, it will become thin."

Jiang Baoyu looked at Nangong Lin with a shocked face, and said: "Who said that the next official is subsidizing the nursing home? These must be recorded in the account. When the money from the imperial court comes down, Nangong Deacon can pay the market price." Pay me back!"

Nangong Lin: "..."

Is it too late to return half of it now?

With such a large amount of food, if the imperial court gets some money for the nursing home, I'm afraid it won't be enough in three to five years.

Of course Jiang Baoyu knew about Nangong Lin's concerns, so he quickly explained to him: "My lord, don't worry too much, I just went to Boliang to take a look, and most of the refugees are farmers, who are very good at farming.

If adults want to pay back the Jiang family's debt, it is better to buy a piece of land on the outskirts of the city in the name of the nursing home, and ask the refugees to plant it. In addition to exchanging their own labor for food, they can return the surplus food to the Jiang family.Why not do it? "

Jiang Baoyu has an active mind, and was influenced by Yong Fubo, a business prodigy since he was a child. He has a set of business classics in his mind, and subconsciously started to explain it to Nangong Lin.

"In addition to farmers, there are also some craftsmen. Adults can rent a shop in the name of the nursing home and sell the utensils made by the refugees. In this way, the nursing home does not need to be restricted by Du Zhisi anymore. , can also reduce the burden for the court, why not do it?"

The more Jiang Baoyu talked, the more he thought, and then he said: "What I said is what our family's nursing home has been doing for a long time, but I think here, as an official nursing home, can actually do more. some more.

As the saying goes, it is better to teach a man to fish than to give him a fish.

The adults should also set up a school in the nursing home. It doesn't matter if the gentlemen outside don't want to come to teach. We can let the capable people among the refugees teach the children's crafts.In this way, when they grow up and leave the nursing home in the future, they can also have a stable foundation.

Since the Nursing Home is the face of the court, the people who leave the Nursing Home should not be a disgrace to the court, they should live with dignity more than anyone else.

What do adults think? "

When Jiang Baoyu said these words, his whole body was glowing, and Nangong Lin was in a trance.

When Jiang Baoyu turned to look at him, he was still in a daze.

It took a long time to react, and he smiled awkwardly: "Jiang Dianyi is worthy of being a merchant, and he is more flexible than us in terms of making money."

After he said this, he quickly realized what was happening, and quickly explained: "Sorry, I didn't mean to laugh at your origin, what I mean is—"

"My lord, you don't need to talk too much."

Jiang Baoyu pulled his lips, not paying attention to Nangong Lin's words at all.

"The lower officials have always felt that if you have 360 ​​lines, you will be the number one scholar. As long as you sit upright and do nothing against the law, even if I am a merchant, I should not be inferior to others. I think the adults think so too. Bar?"

(End of this chapter)