The ugly wife of peasant family

The school is just at the time of class, the door is closed, and only one teacher is on duty in a small room at the door.

Liancheng stepped forward and bowed his hand politely, "in xialiancheng, if you want to apply for master in your college, please take me to see the dean."

Every month, some people come to the academy to recommend themselves, which is not surprising to me.

Open the door from the inside, let him in, close the door with backhand, then lead him to see the dean.

Looking at his age, his hair at his temples is already white, but his whole body is full of the smell of books.

The Dean didn't take it seriously. He thought it was the unsuccessful old scholar who came to his academy to beg for food.

According to the Convention, "where did the old man come from and why did he come to my academy to be a teacher?"

Liancheng bow hand, humble attitude, "I am Liancheng, has been engaged in editing in the Academy, this year 50 have..."

Bang!

The Dean sat down on the ground, his eyes staring at the boss, his lips trembling, "you, you, you..."

No wonder Lian Cheng has a dignified atmosphere. It turns out that he came from the Imperial Academy.

Lian Cheng was startled, "Dean, this is..."

"Old man..."

The dean's excited legs softened and he couldn't get up.

One hand picked up the desk, the other hand raised his sleeve and wiped the sweat on his forehead. He couldn't believe it and asked, "you, you, are you here to be a teacher in our college?"

When the name of Hanlin academy editor came out, the Dean seemed to see the situation that the gate of the Academy was squeezed by the students who came to study.

"Of course, it's just a bunch of repairs..."

After he finished, the Dean quickly interrupted, "shuxiu said, as long as you are willing to stay, how many shuxiu will do!"

Then he stood up and poured a glass of water. Shaking his hands, he put it in front of him. "Old man, drink water first. Let's sit down and talk slowly."

"Thank you very much."

Lian Cheng sat down and put the tea cup on the table.

The Dean shook his voice and asked, "old man, how many bundles do you think are suitable?"

In their college, each teacher's monthly training is five Liang. I don't know how much Liancheng will need. The dean is very worried.

Liancheng said bluntly, "there are seven people in my family who still owe some foreign debts. I hope that besides maintaining basic food and clothing, I can also repay some of them."

Dean is a Leng, but looked at his body wash some white clothes will understand. It seems that the old man is also a different kind of master. He pondered a little and said, "thirty Liang a month is feasible?"

"How much?"

Liancheng raised his voice.

Thinking that he was too little, the Dean trembled and said, "if you are too little, we can discuss it again."

Liancheng felt that he had something wrong with his ears. He worked in the Hanlin academy, and his salary was only fifty taels of silver a month. How could there be so many teachers in the academy?

"How much did you say just now?"

"Three, thirty Liang."

After the president answered with his heart, he felt that Liancheng would refuse and clenched his teeth. "If you feel less, you can add more."

"No, no!"

Liancheng refused, "thirty Liang is enough."

For a family of seven, the monthly cost of ten Liang silver is enough, and the rest can be used to return Fengche.

Hearing his agreement, the Dean was very happy, "old man, do you mean... To stay?"

"Of course."

The Dean was overjoyed and wanted to bow to Lian Cheng, "thank you, old man."

"I should thank the dean. By the way, I have a request."

"You said

"Are there four children in your college?"

The Dean didn't think about it. He quickly replied, "yes."

"Can I teach them?"

"Of course, the old man in my college can choose whatever you want to teach. But I have to remind him that one of those children is stupid. If you are a professor, you may have to work hard."

Liancheng didn't take it seriously, "Dean, don't worry, it's on me."

"When can the old gentleman start teaching?"

"Tomorrow."

"Well, we start classes at the beginning of every morning, and the old man can come over then."

Liancheng said goodbye to the Dean, and then came out of the academy and hurried home, "madam, I'm very happy, I'm very happy."

Liancheng is old-fashioned, seldom so happy, even his wife is also happy, "master, what happy event?"

"I've got thirty Liang a month."

"Really?"

Even his wife was overjoyed. When they came here, they discussed this issue. Pingyang County is just a little-known county. If Fengche were not here, they would not know there was such a place. So they estimated that shuxiu would be a few Liang, and they could make do with their life. I didn't expect so many.

"I'll let my servants go out to make a pot of wine later, and you'll make two special dishes. Today we'll have a good celebration."

"All right, I'll go when I've cleaned up the house."

……

Today, there is nothing wrong with the fast food restaurant. Let qian'er lead the girls to practice their posture. Xia Xi returns to Weijia village in a carriage.

The wasteland has been leveled. People are busy digging ditches and ramming.

Xia Xi finds the village head, "uncle, I have something to tell you."

The head of the village was sweating. Wen Yan wiped his sleeve casually, "you say."

"How much grain can we produce in one mu a year?"

"Two or three hundred jin."

"What about sweet potatoes? How much can be produced? "

"More, four or five hundred jin."

Xia Xi frowned, wheat more than ten Wen a Jin, two or three hundred jin, is several liang of silver, sweet potato four or five hundred jin, only four or five hundred Wen.

"What's the matter?"

Looking at her frowning, the village head asked.

"I was going to let the people in the village have a crop of spring sweet potatoes, but it doesn't seem to work."

"Spring sweet potato?"

The village head was surprised. After so many years of planting, he had not said that sweet potato could be planted in spring.

"Well, we've already collected almost all the sweet potatoes in the area of tens of miles. If we can't get them, we won't be able to start work even if we build a workshop."

The village head has been immersed in the joy of building a new workshop. He never thought about this problem at all. Xia Xi reminded him and patted his thigh anxiously, "yes, what's the use of building a workshop without sweet potatoes?"

"Uncle, is there any wasteland in the village?"

"There are some, but not many. It's only about ten mu. Where can these be enough?"

"Are there any other villages?"

"There are a lot of Zhoujia villages, but it's not easy to grow things in this wasteland. It will take two or three years at least."

"It's OK, uncle. Let's go to Zhoujia village to see if their wasteland can be sold."

They came to Zhoujia village by carriage and went straight to the village head's house.

Village head Zhou is polishing his hoe at home. As the weather gets warmer, the ground should be leveled.

"Mr. Zhou."

After getting out of the carriage, the village head stood outside the courtyard and said hello to him with a smile.

As soon as village head Zhou looked happy, he immediately put his hoe aside and came quickly, "village head Wei, what brings you here?"