Poor family mother and son

Xiangzi was a little anxious. He got a letter saying that the two villages had fought each other three days ago. Why didn't the boss take any action on such a big matter, but just sat there and asked?
If it was in the past, the boss would set off immediately, and then ask the reason on the way.

But when the boss asked a question, he had no choice but to answer, "It's the Shigang county government."

This quarry is government-run, and the county government is responsible for transactions and sales.

"Don't supervise the mining, just collect money?" Chu Qing was fascinated: "Then the stones that are mined are taken back for their own use?"

Xiangzi: "I don't know. Anyway, we didn't find the person in charge of the mine, so we went directly to the Shigang County Yamen to buy the slate."

"Then why are the two villages fighting?" Chu Qing asked.

There is no person in charge of the quarry, and the Shigang county government only collects money. Under such an opportunity, why are there still fights?
If it were the boys of the Chu family who were designated to be busy quarrying stones, wouldn’t they be bastards if they didn’t take advantage of it?Who has the kung fu to fight?
The order of asking the questions was clear, and Xiangzi, who was quite impatient at first, calmed down: "That's right! I've been fighting for three days, and I'm not bad at this moment."

Thinking about it this way, not only was he not in a hurry, he even grabbed a piece of octopus from the serving chopsticks and stuffed it into his mouth.

But just after chewing it, he suddenly slapped his thigh: "No! Then we are not wasting money for nothing? We don't need to spend this money at all, why don't we go digging stones ourselves?!"

Swallow the food when you speak, otherwise... "Hiss!" Xiangzi bit his tongue.

Chu Xinghai looked at Xiangzi's effort for a while, and his mind was lost, so he reminded: "If our family quarries our own stones and then makes them into stone slabs, how long will it take? Can we finish the work today?"

"Hmm..." Xiangzi fell silent and concentrated on eating the octopus.

He felt the pressure - one little baby was enough to bear, and here comes another one!Can't you be a little slower?

Chu Xinghai: "Xiangzi, stepmother is still waiting for you to tell me why the two villages are fighting?"

"Hi'er!" Xiangzi choked immediately, his face flushed, forgetting that the boss was still asking questions, the more he was anxious, the more he choked, and the more he choked, the more his face turned red, over and over again.

"Oh," Yang Jie in Bai Jiaxing's arms suddenly said, "It's all over! You drink some soup!"

That little tone was a perfect replica of Zheng Xiaorou.

Jun Mao in Chu Yuan's arms also said, "Drink the soup!"

Regardless of the twins, the boy is still a bit behind in terms of language development.

Xiao Bao thoughtfully filled a large cup of soup, and Xiangzi poured it down like cold water, and then heaved a sigh of relief: "Ha! I choked to death!"

The officials at the table next to me were all dumbfounded: In Yong'an's house, there really was no distinction between big or small, no distinction between high and low. A servant just sat on the master's table and ate as soon as he raised his mouth, and then the young master served him with soup!

The magistrate of Shigang County has long been pale and restless, wondering whether it is appropriate to go and plead guilty now.

He went to plead guilty to Duke Yong'an and passed the prefect. Didn't you see that the prefect was keeping his eyelids on him?I can't wait to turn my eyelids into guillotines!

If I had known earlier that I would give half of the money to the magistrate, I could help share a little bit now.

If you don't apologize, will the Yong'an Guild deal with him directly?I heard that Mr. Yong'an blatantly beat up the envoy of Voss in front of the emperor, how could his life be worth as much as the envoy of Voss?

After recovering his breath, Xiangzi immediately replied: "Isn't the quarry left unattended now, and the villagers in several nearby villages have moved their minds;
Think about it, how many roofs were lifted by the 'eight winds', how many houses were flooded by the sea water, and how many villages were buried by mudslides;

Just put it this way, every family needs to build a house and repair the house, not to mention the village, even the county town;

Although Yong'an Mansion is so poor, do you know what the price of bricks is now?A blue brick rose to 200 coins!
This is the city. Those who have some money want to repair their houses with bricks, but most of them can only deal with them with mud.

There are probably five or six villages around the quarry. Aren't they all poor people who can't even afford food?There is no need to think about buying bricks at all, and it is impossible to build a house with mud;
Because the thatch grass that was saved before was either washed away by the water or rotted if it was not dried in the sun;

There are quarries that are not being taken care of now. How can they not think about getting some stones to build houses?
Later, in the two nearest villages, Yunwu Village and Yun'an Village, the village chief organized manpower to quarry stones, so that more stones could be collected, and then processed and sold to urban residents. "

Chu Qing touched his chin and exclaimed: "Those who can be village chiefs are really smarter than ordinary people! Now they are thinking about starting a business."

Qi Guiran frowned - you said you are a woman, and you don't have a beard on your chin, so touching your chin is a fart!
Xiangzi said: "It's not that the village chief is so smart. It is said that a relative in the city asked him to help him find out the price of marble bricks, so he got his idea;
It is said that although the color of the black marble in Yong’an Mansion is not as good-looking as that of the white marble, it is the hardest. Now it has been sold for 600 to 800 yuan a piece in the city;

Just one foot long and half a foot wide, 300 Wen, and the larger 600 Wen, wouldn't we pay a tael and a half of silver for the stone slab of the Martyr's Monument! "

Chu Qing didn't personally handle these matters, so he couldn't believe it when he heard it: "One tael and a half silver? One tael and a half silver, is it enough for ordinary villagers to eat and use for half a year?"

Xiangzi pursed his lips, and glanced at the officials' table: "Why don't you ask the magistrate of Shigang, now that you want to buy a stone tablet as big as the martyr's stele, can he sell it for less than five taels?

He may have been talking about losing money for a few days!

Also, the heart stone we used cost 2000 taels, ask him if he feels he is at a loss? "

The stone in the heart of the stele was blasted down by the boy from the Chu family himself with gunpowder, and it weighed more than 1 kilograms. It took a lot of rolling logs and a horse-drawn cart to transport it here, which is no easier than in the Voss jade mine.

If you get the stone at your own expense, you have to pay 2000 taels to the county government. Isn't the county government making money for nothing?

Xiangzi said: "At that time, our family was all focused on building the stele, and no one thought about the quarry. Now it seems that we still followed the rules too much!

Looking at how many stones the villagers have bought and sold for such a long time, I have to say, Boss, what you said back then was too correct! "

"What did I say?" Chu Qing was at a loss again: "Do I talk so much every day?"

Xiangzi glared and took a good look at Chu Qing. Chu Qing had the understanding that "the other party should give him a look to let him understand."

Xiangzi said: "You said at the beginning, 'Compassion does not govern soldiers, righteousness does not govern wealth, emotion does not establish affairs, kindness does not govern officials'."

"Oh." Chu Qing closed her mouth. She didn't talk too much, she just recited a lot!

Xiangzi said: "Our family is purely righteous and does not take money. It is a waste of money. Look at what those villagers do?"

The magistrate of Shigang at the next table knelt on the ground: "Mr. Yong'an, forgive me, forgive me! I will ask you to return the money!"

He can't care what Shangguan thinks, isn't Mr. Yong'an more cruel than the magistrate?

At most, the Shangguan criticizes a few words, puts on small shoes for him, and gives Shangguan some "filial piety" when he turns back, and then gives Shangguan a few percent of the "extra money" when he gets "extra money" in the future.

But if he offended Lord Yongan, he might not know how he died. I heard that those who offended Lord Yongan before were either demoted for no reason, or died for no reason.

* Granite: Granite.