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Chapter 21 0020 [With eyes but not Mount Tai]

Silent all night.

When Han Zhen woke up, it was already bright outside the window.

He got out of bed and stretched, and as soon as he opened the door, he saw Fang Sansan standing by the door like a door god. It seemed that he had been standing there for quite a while.

Seeing Han Zhen, Fang Sansan immediately had two dimples on his round face: "Ah Lang is awake!"

Han Zhen raised his eyebrows: "What are you doing standing here so early in the morning?"

"I'm here to help Ah Lang wash up!" Fang Sansan blinked, taking it for granted.

Hearing this, Han Zhen waved his hand: "You don't need to serve me, don't come here in the morning."

"Oh!"

Fang Sansan nodded, but did not leave, but followed behind Han Zhen.

While Han Zhen was washing up, she was chatting on the sidelines.

"Ah Lang, Mrs. Shen made steamed buns this morning, stuffed with chives and chicken."

Pooh!
After spitting out a mouthful of blood foam, Han Zhen felt a little helpless.

The force was a little stronger just now, and the gums were broken again.

Picking up a handful of well water and rinsing his mouth, Han Zhen asked, "Have Ma Sangou and the others woke up?"

Fang Sansan replied: "The young gentlemen left early, in such a hurry that they didn't even have time to eat the steamed buns."

Han Zhen nodded, knowing that they were going to pick up the monkey and Xiaochong's family.

"What time is it now?"

"It's three quarters."

Han Zhen calculated it in his head, and it was almost nine o'clock after eight o'clock.

Arriving at the lobby of the front yard, Fang Sansan immediately ran to the kitchen and graciously brought steamed buns and rice porridge.

The Northern Song Dynasty was a period of great food explosion. In the past, steamed buns only had mutton filling.

Nowadays, steamed buns with various fillings are available.

And now there is also the concept of steamed stuffed buns, but different from later generations of steamed stuffed buns, the stuffing is wrapped with lotus leaves, commonly known as vegetable buns.

The steamed buns of later generations were originally called steamed cakes in the Northern Song Dynasty. Later, in order to avoid Song Renzong Zhao Zhen, the steamed cakes were changed to cooking cakes.

Well, it is the cooking cake sold by Wu Dalang in "Water Margin".

Picking up the steamed bun and taking a bite, Han Zhen couldn't help but nodded, the chef Shen's craftsmanship is quite good.

Halfway through eating, he suddenly asked, "Where's my sister-in-law?"

"The eldest lady and Si Niang have gone to tend the vegetable field." Fang Sansan said, staring at the steamed bun in Han Zhen's hand without blinking.

She had already eaten it, and she was very full, but seeing Han Zhen's delicious food, she couldn't help but want to eat it again.

To put it bluntly, this is a mental illness.

In the past, I couldn't eat enough and was hungry every day, so I had a morbid attachment to food. Now I can suddenly let go of my stomach and eat, and I can't control it for a while.

At this moment, there was a knock on the side door of the outer courtyard.

Before Han Zhen could speak, Fang Sansan immediately stepped on his short legs to check.

Soon, the little girl came back, "Ah Lang, the tenants are here, saying they want to sign a contract."

Han Zhen ordered: "Oh, let them come in."

After a while, Fang Sansan came in with more than 20 people.

It was the first time for these tenants to enter the Second Courtyard. In the past, Wang Yuanwai would let them stand by the gatehouse at most. Now they all looked very cautious, and they didn't know where to put their hands.

Several children looked around curiously, but were pulled back by their own adults.

The leading middle-aged man didn't dare to enter the hall, but stood outside the door and said nervously, "Little Lang, let's sign the contract."

"Not urgent."

As Han Zhen said, he turned his head and told Fang Sansan: "Lead them to the kitchen for dinner."

Yesterday, Han Zhen said that the monthly salary would be [-] wen, and he would also take care of two meals, but these tenants had no idea.

In the past, Wang Yuanwai also said that he would feed them, but what happened?
Three buckets of miscellaneous grains are given every month. Such a small amount of grain is not enough for a family, so every time I cook, I can only mix a lot of wild vegetables.

I can only find some wild fruits and grass roots to satisfy my hunger, and try my best to wait until next month to release food.

Seeing that Han Zhen actually took care of the meal now, everyone was overjoyed.

The tenants' breakfast is rice porridge, but of course there are no steamed buns.

But they didn't care, they were already satisfied with a bowl of rice porridge.

When they took the bowl from Mrs. Shen, their eyes widened in disbelief.

Although it is rice porridge made of miscellaneous grains such as chestnut rice and sorghum, it is not mixed with wild vegetables, and the rice porridge is so thick that it will not fall over with chopsticks.

More than 20 tenants squatted at the door of the kitchen, eating rice porridge in a hurry.

Cook Shen held the wooden spoon and said loudly: "If you are not full, come and add porridge."

Can you add porridge?
A tenant didn't care about the heat, so he drank up the rice porridge in two or three gulps, and immediately walked up with the bowl, shouting, "I want more, I want more!"

A breakfast completely dispelled all the worries of the tenants.

After eating, they looked at Han Zhen as if they were looking at a Bodhisattva.

Taking advantage of the time when the tenants were eating, Han Zhen called Fang Sansan to go to the study to get the paper, pen and ink pad, and quickly wrote down seven lease contracts.

Seeing them finish their meal, Han Zhen said, "One person from each household to sign."

Hearing this, seven men stepped into the hall.

"The deed is signed once a year. If you want to change it to a rent next year, please let me know in advance."

As soon as Han Zhen finished speaking, all these people shook their heads in unison: "I won't change."

"I won't change either."

Seeing this, Han Zhen didn't say much. While asking their names, he helped them write their names on the deed, and then directed them to press their fingerprints.

After the meal was eaten and the contract was signed, Tan Qiang, the middle-aged man in charge, said with satisfaction, "Young Lord, we are off to work."

Han Zhen waved his hand; "Go ahead, and call the chief here by the way."

After a while, the chief came in a hurry.

Cannibals are soft and short.

Now that he has accepted the salary from Han Zhen, the head there must take care of it.

"What's the matter with Mr. Xiaolang calling the old man?"

Han Zhen said solemnly: "From today onwards, I will count the household registration, measure the fields, register and compile the books, and I need the cooperation of the head of the village."

This is the basis for him to take charge of Xiaowang Village. Anything can be postponed, but this matter should be put first.

He must clearly know how many households there are in Xiaowang Village, how many people are in each household, how old they are, how many acres of land under their name, the estimated income, how many craftsmen, and how many people can read and write.

If you don't even know these things, how can you talk about management, then you will be blind.

Hearing this, the chief was slightly taken aback.

After recovering, I saw him looking at Han Zhen in surprise.

Compared with ordinary villagers, the head of the village has more knowledge.

Originally, in his opinion, Han Zhen and the others were just rogues who killed Wang Yuanwai by force and occupied the village by force.

However, what Han Zhen said just now really shocked him.

Is this something a rogue can do?

Counting the household registration and measuring the fields are all done by the government. It seems that this young gentleman has a lot of schemes.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Han Zhen asked with a half-smile, "Why is the chief surprised?"

Li Chang cupped his hands and said: "The little old man didn't know Mount Tai with his eyes before, I hope you can't blame Mr. Xiaolang."

Han Zhen ordered: "Don't call me Xiaolangjun from now on, call me village chief!"

village head?

The head of the village was taken aback for a while, but this title was somewhat similar to that of the former village chief.

At this moment, Han Zhen asked, "Are there any scholars in the village?"

After thinking for a while, the head of the village replied: "There is one. He lives in the west of the village. His name is Zhu Zhengze. His father used to be the teacher of Xiaowang Village School. His father died of illness a few years ago, and the family owed a lot of money for medical treatment. He stopped studying and kept farming to support his mother."

Han Zhen asked: "How is this person's character?"

The head of the village said truthfully: "He is a bit dull and withdrawn. Many people in the village say that he has ruined his brain by reading."

Han Zhen nodded, and then ordered: "Fang Sansan, go and call Zhu Zhengze."

Fang Sansan responded, and walked out on short legs.

(End of this chapter)