big song poppi

Chapter 19 0018 [Harvest]

Along with them was Han Zhang.

Perhaps with the consolation of Mrs. Han and Zhang, these women calmed down a little, and they no longer looked terrified before, but their eyes were still full of apprehension and uneasiness, and they didn't know what kind of ending was waiting for them.

Mrs. Han Zhang gently pulled the corner of Han Zhen's clothes, and said softly: "Erlang, I just asked. These sisters are hard-working people, and they are often beaten and scolded. Don't make things difficult for them."

"I didn't intend to embarrass them."

Responding to Mrs. Han Zhang, Han Zhen glanced around at several women, and ordered: "One of them will receive a consistent amount of money, and each of them should go home."

When they heard that they could not only go home, but also get the usual money, the women were immediately overjoyed. After thanking them a thousand times, they followed Ma Sangou to collect the money.

It's just that the fat cook and the two little maids didn't leave, and stood there with a lonely expression on their faces.

Seeing Han Zhen's puzzled eyes, the fat cook gave a wry smile and explained, "Little Lang, my family is gone, and the two of them were bought as maidservants since they were young, and they have nowhere to go."

Han Zhen casually arranged: "Since you are homeless, I will give you a few acres of wasteland to farm in the village."

"We can only serve people, no... we don't know how to farm." One of the little maids said timidly.

They were sold to the Wang family since they were young, and they learned how to serve their masters and how to do farm work.

If they were allowed to farm, they would starve to death in a short time.

Seeing this, Han Zhen had no choice but to say: "Then stay and work, with a monthly salary of [-] Wen."

"Thank you Alan!"

The three women hurriedly expressed their thanks, and even their address was changed from Xiaolangjun to Alang.

After setting them up, Han Zhen waved his hand: "Take me around the house."

He killed in a hurry just now, he hasn't looked carefully at Wang Yuanwai's house yet.

The two little maids immediately said cheerfully: "Ah Lang, madam, please come in."

"I...I'm not my wife."

Mrs. Han Zhang blushed when she was called by the two little maids, and waved her hands again and again.

Han Zhen said, "This is my sister-in-law."

The little maid hurriedly changed her words: "Oh, so it's Da Furen."

Led by the two little maids, Han Zhen and Han Zhang stepped into the side door.

This is a standard big house with three entrances and three exits. The gate is closed all year round, and it is only opened when worshiping ancestors or welcoming important guests, such as Master Xu and Changzhi County.

Under normal circumstances, they enter and exit through the side door.

As soon as you enter the door, there is a concierge on the left.

One of the round-faced little maids introduced: "Ah Lang, this row is an upside-down house, and the servants and servants live here."

At first, the two little maids were very reserved.

However, Han Zhen and Han Zhang seem to get along very well, and gradually they talk more, like two little sparrows, chirping.

This is the age of thirteen or fourteen, which is the time to be lively.

During the conversation, Han Zhen also learned their names.

The round-faced girl's surname is Fang, and her nickname is Sansan. According to her, she was born on the third day of March, so her parents gave her this nickname.

Another little girl with a melon-shaped face was surnamed Jiang, and because she was the fourth eldest in the family, she was called Si Niang.

Stepping into the vertical flower gate and entering the second yard, the area suddenly becomes several times larger.

"This is the main hall, with side rooms on both sides. The east side is the kitchen, and the west side is the warehouse."

Hearing the word warehouse, Han Zhen paused and ordered, "Take me to the warehouse."

Fang Sansan wondered: "Ah Lang, I don't have the key to the warehouse."

It just so happened that Ma Sangou came out from the backyard with a few maids carrying money. Seeing them standing in front of the warehouse, he took out a bunch of keys and handed them over: "Second brother Han is looking for keys?"

"Ok!"

Han Zhen nodded, took the keys and tried one by one.

When changing to the third key, with a crisp sound, the door lock was opened.

Stepping into the warehouse, you can see grain bags piled up high.

After a rough count, it is estimated that there are no less than two hundred stones.

In the Northern Song Dynasty, one stone equaled 92.5 Song Jin, and two hundred stones equaled more than 8000 Jin.

It is a basic operation for landlords and rich merchants to stockpile grain. Once a catastrophe hits them, the grain can be sold at several times, or even dozens of times the price, earning huge profits.

So much food is enough for him to pull up a team of a thousand people.

And in more than half a month, the wheat and rice in the field will be harvested one after another, and another wave of grain will be harvested.

But now I can only think about it, although there is food, but there is no one!

There are only about 300 people in the whole village. Excluding the elderly, children and women, there are less than 100 young and strong men, and they still have to cultivate the land.

Forget it, take your time.

After leaving the warehouse and re-locking the door, a group of people walked towards the last yard.

The last courtyard is the residence of the owner, and it is also the largest and most spacious of the three courtyards. Various flowers are planted in the courtyard. There is a main house with three rows, and east and west wing rooms on both sides.

Han Zhen pointed to the main room and said, "Sister-in-law, you can stay here."

"Erlang, let me live in the east wing."

After Han Zhang finished speaking, he led the two little maids to the East Wing.

Seeing this, Han Zhen had no choice but to step into the main room.

The main room has three rows, with a study on the left and a small warehouse on the right.

The small warehouse is full of copper coins, at least one or two thousand coins, plus silk cloth, jewelry, etc. Even if the land and food are not counted, there are more than 3000 coins in the floating wealth alone.

Even though he has so much money, he doesn't even want to give ten rewards. It's really stingy to open the door for stingy, stingy enough.

At this moment, the entire mansion was in a mess, with large areas of blood remaining on the ground.

Under the scorching sun and high temperature, these bloodstains immediately gave off a stench, and at the same time attracted countless flies.

After inspecting the house, Han Zhen led a group of people to clean up the house and clean up the blood.

By the time the busy work was over, the time had come to the evening unconsciously.

At this moment, the villagers have finished their farm work and returned home one after another.

What happened this afternoon was nothing short of earth-shaking for these villagers.

It didn't take two or three days, and I couldn't digest it at all.

In a thatched house in the east of the village, a woman was cooking wheat and rice in an earthen pot, while her husband was chopping firewood in the yard before it was dark.

The woman absent-mindedly filled the pot with firewood and asked, "Father, what do you say if the government calls?"

The man said in a muffled voice: "If you call, you are looking for them. They killed the man. What does it have to do with us?"

The woman asked again: "Is it true that there will be no tax this year?"

Hearing this, the man's movement of chopping firewood froze, and he said in a somewhat uncertain tone: "Perhaps it is true, I heard that they even sent money to Li Chang!"

"How much?"

"Five hundred words."

"Five hundred wen is not much, they took over Wang Yuanwai's family property, why are they so stingy?" the woman muttered in a low voice.

The man scolded: "What do you know, there are every month, this is called a long stream of water."

"Every month, there will be ten pennies in a year!"

The woman exclaimed, and then said angrily: "I don't see money being sent to our family."

"The head of the village wants to help others, what can you do?"

The man yelled at his wife, and couldn't help looking at the house with blue bricks and red tiles halfway up the mountain.

He doesn't want officers and soldiers to come, and he doesn't expect to be able to send money to himself. As long as those people can keep their promises, he feels that with his own strength, he will definitely be able to make his family live a better life...

(End of this chapter)