In the empty compound.
Zhang Qiquan and Yaren walked at the front, looking at the terrain, discussing prices, and asking for details.
Zheng Ruqian clasped his hands behind his back. He wanted to maintain his status as a young master, but also calculated in his heart how much it would cost to repair a corner of the house and how much it would cost to repair a wall. It would not exceed the budget.
Jiang Sheng shook his head. He felt that this house was too empty and too big. The wild vegetables growing there were all inedible. It was not suitable for living and people could easily starve to death.
Suddenly, she was startled when she saw the tears in Fang Heng's eyes.
The wild vegetables, eating, etc. all floated to the back of her mind. The little girl's face was full of worry, and she was afraid that the third brother would shed tears secretly because he didn't want others to know, so she had to slow down her pace without showing any trace.
After everyone had reached the front, she carefully moved to Fang Heng and gently held his hand.
No words, no calls, just the simplest companionship.
With tears in his eyes, Fang Heng looked at the little girl who only reached his chest. The overwhelming sadness in his heart was finally relieved.
"Third brother, what's wrong with you?" Jiang Sheng asked softly after waiting for a long time.
Fang Heng lowered his head and said, "I miss my mother."
Jiang Sheng was stunned.
Mom...is she like Aunt Zhang? She knows how to make braids and pigtails, but Aunt Zhang is here, and Jiang Sheng doesn't feel like missing her.
Could it be that we are closer than Aunt Zhang? Will you hug Jiang Sheng? Will Jiang Sheng wear panties? Still will...
What will happen?
Jiang Sheng couldn't figure it out either.
Mother, it’s just a symbol. I only saw the third brother and the fourth brother with tears in their eyes. I didn’t know why they were in tears. Jiang Sheng sighed like a little adult.
In fact, she shouldn't think so much, because it's good to be alive, even better to have enough to eat, and having brothers is already enough. Jiang Sheng is not greedy.
Whoever said it, be content and happy.
"Third brother, don't cry if you don't want to." She took out a small handkerchief from her sleeve and stood on tiptoes to bite Fang Heng's ear. "I heard from my aunt that she would stew big elbows for us tonight."
Fang Heng's eyes were obviously full of tears, but when he saw crystal clear liquid flowing out of the corner of his sister's mouth, his eyes were dry again, and he helplessly stretched out his thumb to wipe away her saliva.
"Oops." Jiang Sheng exclaimed, "This, this, this, must be the big elbow is too fragrant."
So much so that I haven’t eaten it yet, but just remembering the smell I smelled when I happened to pass by someone else’s house, I couldn’t help but salivate.
All Fang Heng's sadness disappeared, and he pulled Jiang Sheng to follow the army without laughing or laughing.
"Wait later, third brother will also make money and buy you big elbows, truckloads of big elbows."
At the front, Zhang Qiquan and Zheng Ruqian seemed to be negotiating the price with the dentist.
Behind him, a black head crawled out from the high wall of the garden, wearing black clothes, as if he was confirming something.
After a long time, he finally made the confirmation and was about to go down when he suddenly stepped on a brick that was in disrepair.
There was only a "crash" sound.
Fang Heng was the most perceptive and immediately turned his head, but only saw a fleeting black shadow, thinking he was dazzled.
Others were even more confused and thought they were hallucinating.
Only Zheng Ruqian suddenly grabbed Yaren's sleeve and said urgently, "There's a broken tile over there. This house is extremely old. Thirty taels of silver is too expensive, so you have to give me an advantage."
The tooth man was so impatient that he said, "Okay, okay, twenty-five taels, okay."
Yard finally signed the contract with satisfaction.
Outside the yard, Xieyang's new county magistrate touched his buttocks that had broken into eight pieces, grinning with tears streaming down his face.
"Sir," the little attendant asked in a low voice from behind, "Do you want to write a letter?"
He turned his head suddenly and said bitterly, "You are the grown-up. You can't climb the wall. You let the grown-up climb."
The adult also fell on his butt.
The little follower shrank his neck and did not dare to speak.
The new county magistrate bit his gums and said, "Write it down and say it is confirmed that he is the eldest girl's legitimate son."
The little follower quickly took out a pen and paper from his sleeve, licked the tip of the ink on his tongue, and then wrote the word "confirm" crookedly on it.
The snow-white homing pigeon flapped its wings and landed. After being fastened with anklets, it left gracefully.
The new county magistrate breathed a sigh of relief, patted the dirt on his butt, and walked away leisurely.
From a distance, I heard the little follower asking, "Sir, are you going back to Xieyang County? You are now the magistrate of a county."
"Can I not reply?"
"cannot."
"Then what are you asking?"
Twenty-five taels of silver rented a large yard and a second-class house, which was really cheap in a place like Fucheng.
But before Zheng Ruqian could feel complacent, Yaren took the money and receipt and ran away.
As if afraid that they would regret it.
Zheng Ruqian's eyes widened and he was murmuring in his heart.
Fortunately, Zhang Qiquan was there and comforted him, "Don't worry, it's just a bit old. Just hire someone to repair it tomorrow."
As soon as he finished speaking, the place where the sound had just been made collapsed.
A tear slipped from Zheng Ruqian's eyes to the corner of his mouth.
The next day, Zhang Qiquan hired masons and bricklayers to repair the entire house. At the same time, he used the influence of the bricklayers to spread the news about recruiting meat curing workers.
If a person works for five hours a day, he will get five cents, which he will get as soon as he does it, and the money will be settled on the same day.
At the end, Zhang Qiquan added, "Limited to ten people."
In fact, it is not enough to only recruit ten, but if you do not limit the number of people, they will not rush to the door in a hurry, let alone wait patiently to be selected.
As for five cents a day per person, it is the price of a day laborer, who is responsible for making different procedures to prevent the bacon recipe from being leaked.
After selecting outstanding and suitable workers, they can be transferred to long-term workers and registered with the government office. This will allow them to receive more money, but at the same time they will also bear legal responsibilities.
Zheng Ruqian learned all of these from Zhang Qishen.
Once the workers are recruited, we have to find sources of supplies.
Salt and spices are not difficult. You only need to register with the government and you can buy large quantities of slightly cheaper salt. This is the tolerance of the Dayu Dynasty to pickled products, but only pickled products. If you secretly sell them at retail, it is a crime. .
What's left is large quantities of consistently high-quality, cheap pork.
Zheng Ruqian was familiar with this, he had already driven into the carriage, took his brothers and sisters, especially the fifth brother Chang Yan, and rushed towards the vegetable market.
They were excited and full of fantasies about the workshop.
Zheng Ruqian is even ready to make a fortune.
But a few neatly dressed men stood at the entrance of the alley, blocking their way.
Zheng Ruqian's pupils shrank and expanded in an instant, his hands subconsciously reined in the horse, and there were only five words in his head, "No way, come again?"
Last time, the county magistrate's wife hired a murderer to avenge her brother.
Who is it now?
who is it?
But before they could ask, several men rushed over, pulled out their long swords with their backhands, and hit the throat with the sharp blade, trying to kill him with one blow.
Their target is Fang Heng!
