We must interrupt their thoughts and clear their train of thought.
Zhao Ping glanced at Lin Changfu and asked with a smile: "How is your salary at the Shanxia Yao Workshop?"
"Thank you, Mr. Zhao. Of course it's good. I get about three copper coins a month. Now I don't even want to go up the mountain to plant." Lin Changfu bowed to Zhao Ping respectfully.
The Zhaojiazhuang Workshop was of course run by Zhao Ping. Zhao Ping gave him a brand new life.
How could he not be grateful to have such a good master?
After hearing this, Yin Meifu and Peng Shoude congratulated Lin Changfu and made a request to Zhao Ping, wanting to work in the Zhaojiazhuang workshop down the mountain.
This is not possible. If all the people in the village go to work in the workshops down the mountain, what will happen to the fields on the mountain?
Zhao Ping did not deny that they were not allowed to join the workshop, but made his own suggestions.
"Thirty percent tea tree, one percent wheat, thirty percent demon taro, one percent rice, sorghum, and yam." Zhao Ping paused and said, "With these, the harvest will be no less than that of the people in the mountains."
Peng Shoude nodded, and he suddenly raised a question: "Reporting to Mr. Zhao, I suddenly remembered a question. I wonder if I can raise it?"
Zhao Ping nodded and said: "It doesn't matter, but it doesn't matter?"
"Yam Yam and Yam Yamashita have been purchased, what to do with the tea trees?" This was a matter of vital interest to him, and he had to ask clearly.
Zhao Ping did not answer him directly, but asked Guo Jingdao: "What does Engineer Guo think of Zui Chunfeng?"
Although the Shanzhai Yamen was not officially recognized, Zhao Ping still called him the foreman, obviously wanting to re-employ him.
Guo Jing couldn't help being overjoyed and replied: "The fragrance is fragrant, the soup is clear, and the bottom of the leaves shows the true color of the tea. Drinking it makes you feel refreshed."
"Compared with Tuancha, one is in the sky and the other is underground." Guo Jing said the advantages.
"It's just that the price is a bit too much to bear." Guo Jing pointed out its shortcomings.
"Yes, yes!" Several elders also echoed.
Zhao Ping looked at everyone and said, "Since you like it, how about setting up a teahouse on the mountain?"
Chen Guangze and other senior citizens couldn't help but be overjoyed. They looked at each other and praised him for his kindness.
Setting up a tea house on the mountain was very helpful to them. It can be said that Zhao Ping took special care of the village.
First, there is no market for tea purchased from tea trees. Second, tea purchased in workshops is obviously cheaper than purchased from outside.
When they heard that Zhao Ping was going to open a teahouse here, which was green gold, all of their eyes were filled with green light.
I heard that the price of the best Zui Chunfeng is almost the same as gold.
Many people can make Tuancha, but only Zhaojiazhuang can make Zui Chunfeng.
The soil in the cottage is very suitable for growing tea trees, but Tuancha is not at the same level as Zui Chunfeng.
Elders including Chen Guangze, Guo Jing, and even Zhu Yuanwai had blazing eyes.
Cuizhu, Zhao Long, Wang Guo'er and others were also frightened by this kind of look.
Shanzhai is too poor, and Zhaojiazhuang is too rich.
Zhao Ping looked at everyone, not knowing what they were thinking, and said: "This teahouse is not run by Zhaojiazhuang alone, but as a partnership."
After hearing this, these elders almost considered Zhao Ping as their father. Zhao Ping was just giving them money.
Zhaojiazhuang, which produces technology, naturally accounts for the majority; several elders and Guo Jing each account for half of the share of tea trees.
Even Liang Shanqiu's father-in-law Zhu Yuanwai was also happy, and he also invested half of it.
The benefits are shared by almost everyone, even Yin Meifu and the others are not left out. They can grow tea and have a market, and they can also work in the teahouse.
Zhao Ping looked at Chen Guangze, bowed to Chen Guangze, and said, "Mr. Chen's loquat wine is also good. You might as well open a winery."
Chen Guangze couldn't help but be overjoyed, his dissatisfaction with Zhao Ping disappeared.
He thought for a while and asked while returning the gift: "Guan Zhao, how to make this loquat wine?"
"You don't have to worry about this production method. You just need to find a venue." Zhao Ping reminded him.
I heard that Zhao Ping has developed skills, and several other elders are also willing to provide land. If you have money, you would be a fool not to make money.
Chen Guangze was a little helpless. Everyone in the tea house had a share just now, and this wine shop had only this option.
As a result of the discussion, Zhaojiazhuang still accounted for the majority of the technology produced, and several elders, Guo Jing and Zhu Yuan also accounted for the other half.
In this way, all the elders are not only grateful to Zhao Ping.
Although Zhao Ping took the fields back to the government, he gave them a brighter future.
Zhao Ping not only gave the entire village a way out, but also gave them a way out.
And this way out is far better than being a pure landowner.
Lin Changfu suddenly thought of a question, stepped forward and asked with a bow: "Reporting to Zhao Guanren, I heard that there were official schools in the Song Dynasty. I wonder if there are any copycat schools?"
His two youngest children have already reached the age of reading, but they don't know a word.
Lin Changfu, Peng Shoude and others banged their heads on the ground.
Because Zhao Ping, the Zhaojiazhuang School, not only charges no fees, but also provides a free lunch at noon.
Lin Changfu burst into tears. His Lin Ba and Lin Jiu could study here, and their Lin family also had scholars.
A few elders didn't care what people like Lin Changfu thought. They had other ideas. They pulled Guo Jing together and whispered for a while.
Zhao Ping came to the cottage today. In addition to inspecting the cottage and building it, the more important reason was his mother's request.
Lijiazhuang is the home of my mother's natal family. After my grandparents passed away, Li Zhihao, the owner of the village, naturally became my mother's natal family.
The background of Lijiazhuang is obviously not as good as that of Wangjiazhuang. Apart from his uncle, only Li Zhihao is the judge.
Although the rest studied, they did not pass the examination.
The reasons are many aspects, one is that their background is not as good as Wangjiazhuang, and more importantly, their land wealth is far inferior to Wangjiazhuang.
Seeing that her uncle was finally successful, her mother was very happy and kept praising Zhao Ping for his ability.
After giving Zhao Ping a kiss full of deep maternal love, her mother assigned Zhao Ping a new task, which was to give Li Zhihao a real job.
Mother, aren’t you making things difficult for me?
I have only heard of appointing people to be virtuous, but not to appointing relatives.
But if he doesn't agree, my mother will tease her again.
When I was with my mother, I would always be the little boy who never grew up.
After the copycat was taken down, Zhao Ping felt that an opportunity had come.
The cottage not only had a street, but also had a government office. Although it was a cottage government office and was not recognized by the Song Dynasty.
After all, Shanzhai already has a government foundation, and re-establishing a government government is a matter of course.
But you can't bring up this matter yourself, otherwise you will be asking someone to marry you, and if you are caught by the official, you will not be able to eat meat, but you will be in trouble.
But Liang Shanqiu happened to be a nerd and didn't understand his good intentions.
Now that he has done so many things for Lingquan County and brought Li Zhihao here, he didn't even think of this.
It seems that we need to think of a way, but what method is good? Zhao Ping looked around. Except for the remaining rice straw in the occasional terraced fields, the fragrant chrysanthemums on both sides of the road, and the vast green mountains, everything was green.
There were frogs, butterflies fluttering, and swallows skimming the water, flying over everyone's heads from time to time.
"Flying swallows fly lightly among the clouds and water. There is a peach garden deep in Longquan. Butterflies dance and frogs chirp to persuade guests to stay. Why go to Nanshan to pick chrysanthemums." Zhao Ping couldn't help but recite a poem.
Zhao Ping's impromptu work immediately won praise, and Cuizhu hurriedly took note of it.
Liang Shanqiu was recalling Zhao Ping's impromptu poem when Zhao Ping suddenly asked: "President Liang, does this place look like a paradise?"
"The scenery is so beautiful, Master Zhao's poem has already conveyed the three tastes. This place is certainly worthy of being called the Chengdu Prefecture...Lingquan County Utopia." He originally said that this is the Utopia of Chengdu Prefecture, but he is not Chengdu Prefecture. As the prefect, we can only say that Lingquan County is a paradise.
"Of course, it is not an exaggeration to say that this place is the paradise of Chengdu Prefecture." Zhao Ping is the chief secretary of Chengdu Prefecture, so he naturally has this qualification.
Liang Shanqiu and all the elders couldn't help but be overjoyed. Zhao Ping was not only the chief registrar of Chengdu Mansion, but also a famous celebrity both inside and outside the Song Dynasty.
If someone says that this place is not a paradise, then Zhao Ping's fans will definitely scold him bloody.
Zhao Ping's fans are all over the world, saying that this place is a paradise, so literati will definitely come to see it one after another in the future.
Chen Guangze, Guo Jing and others were even more delighted and wanted to write the inscription to Zhao Ping.
Zhao Ping thought about it. After all, since he was a child, his calligraphy was barely good.
"Liang Zhixian is a parent official, so it's time to write an inscription." Zhao Ping had an idea.
Liang Shanqiu was ten years older than Zhao Ping, and calligraphy had basically come into his own. After many refusals, he had no choice but to write.
So Zhao Ping's poems and Liang Shanqiu's calligraphy were hung in the Shanzhai Yamen.
Guo Jing went a step further and asked craftsmen to carve the gate of the village with the poem "Inscribed on Eternal Village".
While Chen Guangze kept reciting Zhao Ping's poems, he bowed his hands and laughed loudly and said: "Guan Zhao, Guan Liang, butterflies and frogs are dancing to persuade guests to stay. Why go to Nanshan to pick chrysanthemums? Then I must stay here tonight."
Zhao Ping nodded and said to Liang Shanqiu: "There is a copycat government office here. I don't know what it looks like. I just want to take a look."
One mile into the cottage gate, there are streets on both sides.
At the end of the street, there is a semicircular street with a hill in the middle.
The semicircular street connects three other streets, fully demonstrating its central location.
The Shanzhai Yamen is on this hill. It is backed by a mountain peak, with cliffs on both sides. The cliffs also have a three-foot-high inner city wall.
The only way to enter the Shanzhai Yamen is a thirty-six-level stone staircase with a gate at the top.
People must look up at the Shanzhai Yamen and its gate, showing its solemnity, mystery and towering.
The entire village has a three-foot-long city wall, and there is an inner city wall inside the village. In the era of cold weapons, it indeed seemed indestructible.
The villagers saw that the outer city had been built, but they didn't know why they wanted to build the inner city?
The leader of the village, Huang Zhizhao, told the villagers that when the outer city was destroyed, they could still hide in the inner city.
Of course, whether these untouchables can enter the inner city and how much they can enter will be decided by the village owner.
Of course, the villagers didn't know what the village leader was thinking, but they felt comfortable hearing it.
The cottage has an inner city and an outer city, which makes it safer and more reassuring.
Seeing the village owner's hard work, the villagers seemed to feel that the protection fee was worth it.
Zhao Ping looked at the city gate carefully and couldn't help but shake his head.
