Niu Diao chatted with Damai for a while, then left with the craftsmen from Shangjun Courtyard.
Before leaving, he didn't even look at Uncle Wu, let alone threaten him. However, Niu Calf also knew that even if he lent Uncle Wu ten courages, he would not dare to cause trouble to Da Mai again.
After making it clear that Damai is on good terms with Shang Jun, and then having a conflict with Damai, isn't that looking for death?
Damai also ignored Uncle Wu, but silently led his own cow, hitched it to the cart, and then carried all the household goods on it.
At this time, Damai's mother finally had time to ask Damai: "What on earth is going on?"
As Damai packed his things, he said calmly: "Nothing. A few days ago, a selection meeting was held in the Shangjun Courtyard. Banishing the Immortal gave the merchants an opportunity to present their best things to the dignitaries present."
"Some big businessmen were reluctant to spend money and refused. My wife and I discussed it and felt that we could not let the banished immortal lose face, so we sent the pastries we usually made."
After hearing this, Lady Damai glanced at her husband gratefully.
When Damai wanted to participate in sponsorship, she strongly opposed it. Unexpectedly, after the success, I would actually have my own share of the credit.
If you have a husband like this, you will have no regrets.
Damai's mother asked: "What happened next?"
Damai said: "The dignitaries, even His Majesty, were full of praise after eating the pastries, so they placed orders from us one after another. So far, it is about a thousand catties. The gold just now was just a deposit."
The villagers present were all very excited after hearing this.
They have been poor all their lives, and even if they can save a little money, it is only half a tael. Now every mouthful of barley is gold?
The flames of jealousy almost made these villagers lose their minds. But even if they were crazy, they wouldn't dare to provoke Da Mai. The current Da Mai was no longer something they could provoke.
Sanhua's son said next to him: "Can you make several thousand kilograms of cakes?"
Damai smiled: "So, I am preparing to recruit some people. Why don't you come to my place to make pastries. You and the third aunt will come. In addition to giving you two hundred yuan of wages per day, I will also give your family 10% How about the shares?"
The word "shares" is a new concept that Damai learned in Shangjun Courtyard these days, and he has used it since he came back.
Madam Damai felt a little distressed when she heard that they would be given 10% of the shares. But then I thought about it. Just now, Sanhua's family brought a basket of eggs to save their own family, and they were beaten until their noses were bruised and their faces were swollen. This kind of kindness can no longer be measured in money.
What's more, Mrs. Damai also understands that from today on, her family will probably become rich. Even if 10% of the shares are lost, the money earned is enough to spend.
So she nodded beside her and said to Sanhua: "Third Aunt, let's make cakes together. Let's rent out the farmland at home."
Sanhua was overjoyed when she heard that she would get 200 yuan a day and 10% of the shares. She immediately nodded and agreed.
While they were talking, the surrounding villagers did not leave.
These villagers were all beaten until their noses were bruised and their faces were swollen, which was extremely humiliating. But Damai's business seems to be magical, making them reluctant to leave.
Two hundred dollars a day, what is the concept? That’s six thousand dollars a month. Every year is...
The villagers suddenly found that they were a bit unable to make up their minds.
Finally, a villager shamelessly said to Damai: "You are just a family, making so many pastries, I'm afraid you will be too busy, right?"
Damai ignored him and continued to pack his things.
The villager endured the shame and said: "Da Mai, I didn't bully your family just now, I just stood by and took a look. Now you are short of manpower, can I make up the number?"
As soon as these words came out, many villagers looked at Damai eagerly. It was obvious that they also wanted to work for Damai.
But Damai said lightly: "No need."
The villagers were a little disappointed. He suddenly remembered something, walked quickly to his fifth uncle, kicked his fifth uncle down who had just stood up, and said loudly: "You old beast, you dare to bully Damai, you are really tired of living."
The villager kicked Uncle Wu and then looked at Damai with a flattering look on his face.
Damai chuckled: "I'm not afraid of offending you. I'm extremely disappointed in you. I don't know how to use anyone in this village, no matter how close I am."
The villagers suddenly became dejected.
Sanhua's son asked worriedly from the side: "Can we still recruit enough people without them?"
Damai smiled slightly: "Don't worry, Niu Calf will help us. Let's go to Xianyang City to open a shop and ask him to introduce some honest and reliable people. We will never come back to this village in the future."
Some villagers whispered: "Are you going to stop farming in the future? If you don't work as a good farmer, why do you want to be a merchant? Doesn't this mean that the longer you live, the more humble you become?"
After hearing this, Damai glanced at the villagers with disdain, and then said proudly: "Are merchants humble? The banished immortal still opened the banished immortal tower with the dignity of an immortal. When I left Shang Jun's Villa, the banished immortal returned You are encouraging me. What do you ignorant people know?"
The villagers all lowered their heads and did not dare to speak.
Some people with flexible minds are thinking: Damai is leaving? Although all the valuables in his home have been taken away, there are always some tiles and wooden beams in this house, right? Maybe take one or two after he's gone.
Thinking of this, none of the villagers who had been beaten didn't leave. They all stood around with dry smiles on their faces. They were also quite thick-skinned.
Soon, the barley was packed.
He looked at the surrounding villagers and sneered: "Aren't you going home yet?"
Those villagers were shameless and said with fake smiles on their faces: "We will give it to you."
Damai shook his head and entered his house. Then, thick smoke came out of it. When Damai walked out of his home, a fire was already burning in the small courtyard.
The villagers looked at the fire with regret, wishing to put out the fire immediately and grab something valuable from it.
But Barley is still here, and they don't dare.
Damai's mother was a little reluctant and said in a low voice: "It's a pity to burn down a family worth thousands of dollars."
Lady Damai smiled and said, "It's just ten thousand dollars. Damai and I will be busy for a few days, and we'll have it."
After hearing this, Damai's mother was slightly relieved, while the villagers were so jealous that they almost jumped into the fire.
Damai had been admiring the fire with some joy until a fire burned the small courtyard to ashes.
Only then did Damai say to his fifth uncle, "As a relative, I will give you some wood ash to fertilize the fields. I wish you a good harvest next year."
Uncle Wu lowered his head and said nothing.
Damai raised his whip, took his family and drove the ox cart away.
After they were far away, the villagers suddenly rushed to Damai's house, trying to dig something out of the ashes. But they failed.
Damai's family is not rich to begin with, and the few remaining items are not worth much if they are complete, let alone if they are burned out?
In the end, the villagers had no choice but to collect some ashes and go back.
On the way home, I don't know who said it first: "If Uncle Wu hadn't offended Damai, I think he would have hired us as helpers based on his normal behavior."
The words quickly spread among the villagers. The more the villagers thought about it, the more they thought it was true, so they looked at Uncle Wu with more and more unkind eyes.
Uncle Wu felt that something was wrong, so he didn't want any more wood ash. He hurried home and closed the door.
That night, the fifth uncle's dog barked almost all night. In the darkness outside the yard, curses could be heard from time to time. Another fist-sized stone was thrown in from outside.
These stones broke the window of Uncle Wu and broke the tiles of Uncle Wu's house. Uncle Wu and his family were hiding in the house, trembling with fear, and really wanted to cry without tears.
The fifth uncle's wife said to him: "Can this village still accommodate us? We might as well learn from Barley and move away."
Uncle Wu gritted his teeth and cursed: "It's a woman's opinion. Damai has Shang Jun's Courtyard as his backer. What about us? Not to mention whether we have money or not, I'm afraid we were arrested by the government just after we walked out."
The fifth uncle's daughter-in-law wiped away her tears and said with tears in her eyes: "I really can't live this day."
Uncle Wu sighed and lay on the low couch. The more he thought about it, the more depressed he became: Why did this guy Damai suddenly get such bad luck?
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After dark, Zhou Gui finally returned home.
He walked out for a long time today and didn't come back until the sun went down, just because he didn't know how to face his wife.
When Mrs. Zhou saw Zhou Gui coming back, she immediately came up to greet her and asked with a smile: "It's very lively today, isn't it?"
Zhou Gui nodded and said listlessly: "Yes, it is very lively."
Mrs. Zhou asked again: "How many of those dignitaries have gone?"
Zhou Gui was stunned for a while, then said blankly: "Almost everyone has gone."
Mrs. Zhou calculated an account with her fingers beside her, and then said with a smile: "I just calculated it. With so many officials present, those fools who took the initiative to sponsor will definitely go bankrupt this time."
Zhou Guiqian laughed and said vaguely: "Yes, yes."
He never had the courage to tell his wife the truth, after all, it was too embarrassing.
Seeing Zhou Gui's lack of interest, Mrs. Zhou just thought he was tired and stopped bothering him. Instead, he secretly planned it himself.
Mrs. Zhou secretly thought: This is a rare opportunity to make money. As far as I know, Li's Woodware and Zhou's Rice Shop are all involved in sponsorship. If they go bankrupt, their guests will have to go to someone else's house. Why don't I take this opportunity to spend a sum of money and buy a few carpentry shops and rice and grain shops, and I will definitely make a lot of money.
Thinking of this, Mrs. Zhou became more and more excited, and then she thought again: This time, there are many vendors sponsoring cakes and drinks, and I want to take over all their business. Well, there is no need to tell the shopkeeper about this. When I finish it, he will be impressed.
Thinking of this, Mrs. Zhou hummed and went to cook. That tune is officially the most popular in Xianyang City today: women can hold up half the sky, who says women are inferior to men...
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It was already late at night, and Li Shui yawned again and again. The accounting office of Shangjun Villa, as well as people who are proficient in arithmetic such as Xiangli Zhu and Ji Nu, are all helping to settle the accounts.
At the end of the day, Li Shui made a lot of money just from the commissions given by the vendors setting up stalls outside. The money has not been calculated clearly until now.
Li Shui waved his hand and said, "No, I really can't bear it anymore. I'm going to sleep first."
Xianglizhu said helplessly: "We were helping you settle accounts, but you fell asleep. Is this appropriate?"
Li Shui grabbed a handful of money, handed it to Xiangli Zhu, and then staggered away.
Xianglizhu sighed and threw the money aside: "I'm not interested in these."
Ji Nu next to him suddenly laughed.
Xianglizhu glared at him: "Why are you laughing?"
When Ji Nu first came to Xianyang, he was timid and timid. He never forgot his status as a slave and looked at everyone like his master. But after living in Shangjun Courtyard for this period of time, he has completely adapted to it.
Hearing Xiangli Zhu's inquiry, Ji Nu said with a smile: "I suddenly discovered that Miss Zhu and Ban Xian have similar voices. Neither of them loves money."
Xianglizhu was furious: "Who are you scolding for looking like him?"
Ji Nu was a little confused: "Did I scold you? No..."
Li Shui staggered to his bedroom. At this time, a craftsman walked in and whispered: "Three feet, please see me."
Li Shui was stunned for a moment, and his head became a little clearer: "Please come in quickly."
After Sanjiao came in, Li Shui immediately asked: "Is there any movement among Xiang Yu and his group?"
Sanjiao said: "They are all exhausted from the torment today and have given up on the assassination. But tomorrow night, they will definitely come. Exorcist must prepare early."
Li Shui chuckled: "Don't worry, I will definitely let them know how powerful I am. Go ahead and watch them. If there is any trouble, report it immediately."
Sanjia responded and walked away quickly.
The craftsman asked Li Shui curiously: "Exiled Immortal, why do you want to keep this rebel?"
Li Shui yawned: "This rebel is still useful."
The craftsman looked at Li Shui curiously, a little confused as to what use this feather had.
Li Shui waved his hand and asked him to go out. For safety reasons, Li Shui slept in a secret room on the mezzanine that night.
Early the next morning, Li Shui found Li Xin's nephew Li Ji, and then said with a smile: "I recruited some new guards today."
Li Ji said: "I know, there is also a group of rebels among them."
Li Shui added: "Most of these guards are farmers. They are very smart with hoes, but clumsy with swords. How about you help me train them? Let them become bold murderers."
Li Ji looked at Li Shui in confusion: "Are those rebels also being trained together?"
Li Shui nodded: "Treat everyone equally. It's best to teach them all the killing skills you know."
Li Ji's eyes widened: "Exiled Immortal, aren't you afraid that after they complete their studies, they will turn around and assassinate you?"
Li Shui chuckled and said to Li Ji, "Come up here."
He whispered a few words into Li Ji's ear.
Li Ji's eyes widened as he listened, and then he looked at Li Shui dumbfounded: "The act of banishing an immortal is really...unbelievable."
