The worst time travel, surviving seven years of famine

The old man was very happy, but he was not happy.

Everyone had different opinions on Gu Liang's idea of ​​making wine.

Li supported Gu Liang without hesitation. After all, she had made a lot of money from selling things since she followed Gu Liang. Even though she handed all the money over to Old Lady Gu, she still had some money in her hands secretly.

The ones who opposed it were Gu Liang's own father and mother. They thought that Gu Liang could just do small businesses like medicinal materials and dried persimmons, but making wine was a big business. Apart from other things, the capital alone was not small, and making wine also depended on technology. If the wine was sour or smelly, it would be a waste of money.

Old Man Gu and Old Lady Gu held a moderate opinion. They were quite in favor of the younger generation to venture out. After all, all beings suffer, and the most suffering are farmers. Having a skill to make a living, although it cannot guarantee a stable income, at least you will not starve to death. If it were a farmer, he could only fill his stomach in a good year, and in a bad year, he could starve to death. What they were worried about was that Gu Liang would fail, and it would be difficult to clean up such a big stall of brewing wine, and he would lose all his family assets.

The final result of the discussion was to let Gu Liang try it first, and then expand it after it succeeded. After all, Gu Liang said that the wine he brewed was not ordinary wine, and they had never heard of white wine.

After the matter was settled, the Gu family prepared materials for building the wall while asking the village head for information to see if Old Lady Wu really wanted to sell the land and house.

So one day, the grandmother of Dabao, the next-door neighbor of the Gu family, walked into the village head's house with a bag of "Gu family persimmon cakes".

As soon as Grandma Dabao entered the house, she took out the persimmon cake and handed it to the wife of the village head. The wife of the village head happily took the persimmon cake. He had been craving for this persimmon cake for a long time. However, although her husband was the village head, he was not much better than other families in this poor place. Recently, the Gu family's persimmon cake has become the best gift for people in Lianhua Town. It's a pity that his family is all sons, so they can only give gifts and not receive gifts.

When the village head saw that Grandma Dabao didn't come to the temple for no reason and gave gifts without saying anything, he was more certain that she must have something to ask of him. However, the village head felt that this gift was just what he wanted. He had only eaten the corners of the persimmon cakes that Grandma Gu gave him when she was chatting, and had never eaten the whole one. He heard from others that the persimmon cakes with white frost were sweeter, and today he could finally taste them.

Although he was excited, he still had to show his respect. After all, no matter how small his position was, he was still an official. The village head said straight to the point: "Long time no see. Do you have any important business to do when you come to my house today?"

Seeing that the village head had said it clearly, Grandma Dabao was not vague and asked directly: "I heard that Mrs. Wu was going to move out of Lianhua Town to the city. Her land..."

"Oh, your news is really accurate. Mrs. Wu really wants to sell it. She asked me to help see who would buy it a long time ago." The village head was actually muttering in his heart, who leaked the news. Now that the year is good, crops and grains are planted one after another, so this land is also in short supply, and there is no fear that no one will buy it. That's why he didn't tell the villagers, thinking that he would first pick a few of his relatives and then sell the rest.

"If it's true, what price will Old Lady Wu offer for it?"

"No matter how valuable her land is, it's all five taels of silver."

After hearing the price, Grandma Dabao cursed, "Five taels of silver! Fuck her, can her land grow Xiangfei rice or Hetian jade? The good fields in other towns are worth this price, but she dares to sell this land at this price!"

"Yes, sister, I also think the asking price is too high. I'm still persuading her to sell it cheaper, otherwise no one will buy it in our place. That's why I didn't tell you in the village. I'll tell you when her price is right." In fact, the words said by the head of the village were three-tenths true and seven-tenths false. It was true that Old Lady Wu's asking price was indeed a bit high, but it was false that it was not as high as he said. Because the asking price is a bit high, his relatives are still waiting and hesitating whether to make a move!

It is normal for the village head to be selfish. The families in Lanxi Village have only been settled here for three or four generations. They all fled from all over the world and settled here, so there are many surnames in Lanxi Village. These two families are surnamed Li, that family is surnamed Sun, these families are surnamed Gu, and the village head's family is surnamed Wang. There is no one surname that is the main one. And since I am the village head, I have to give the benefits to my relatives first.

. After several decades or even a hundred years, when Lanxi has the surname Wang, a temple can be built and I can enjoy the incense from my descendants.

But Grandma Dabao didn't come here for the land, so she didn't continue to curse after a few words, and continued to ask: "Did Grandma Wu say that she wanted to sell the house?"

The head of the village thought for a while and said: "Grandma Wu seemed to have mentioned that if someone wanted to buy it, she would sell it, and if no one wanted to buy it, she would leave it there, so that she could have a place to stay when she returned home during the Qingming Festival."

After hearing what the head of the village said, Grandma Dabao immediately became energetic and said: "Brother Wang, please pay attention. I want that house. When the time comes, you can lower the price for me."

The head of the village asked in confusion: "Why do you want that house? With her fussy personality, when Grandma Wu moves out, she can poke the swallows' nests on the beams for you. I'm afraid you will be affected by her blessings."

"The grandchildren at home are all grown up, and there is not enough room. I want to be lazy and find a ready-made one. Isn't their house the closest and most suitable?" Grandma Dabao's words were seamless, and anyone who came would think it was normal. Because there is land everywhere in the countryside, building a house is not like building a field, you have to choose a good piece of land. Building a house is different. You can build it wherever you want. Poor people don't care about Feng Shui layout. They just need to find an old Taoist to look at the direction. The mud bricks in this house are not valuable in the countryside. The only valuable things are some beams and bricks. (Note: Tile houses originated from the Zhou Dynasty. They were used by dignitaries in the Song Dynasty and by ordinary people in the Ming and Qing Dynasties. For the sake of ease of writing, tile houses are also used here.)

So the village head also believed what Dabao's grandmother said. After all, there was only Gu Laohan's family between the two houses. The two families were relatives. Even if there was a house in the middle, it was no different from living together.

After agreeing to help Dabao's grandmother lower the price to buy a house, the village head finally sent Dabao's grandmother away. He might not help buy a field, but buying a house would not affect him much. It's okay to help lower the price. And now, he can finally taste the persimmon cakes he has been thinking about.

The village head walked into the inner room to open the gifts given by others, but found that there was only a piece of straw paper with "Gu Family Persimmon Cake" printed on it on the table, and the persimmon cake inside was nowhere to be seen.

The village head asked: "Where are the persimmon cakes inside?"

The village head's wife replied: "Everyone in the family has shared one!"

The village head asked: "Nonsense, aren't there exactly eight people in our family? Where is my piece?"

The village head's wife: "Isn't there another one in your daughter-in-law's belly? Share it with him."

The village head………………