Just as Zhang Yiguang's family was looking sad, Zhuangzi's gong sounded.
"Listen to Zhangjiazhuang. People who live in thatched houses in this village can receive ten kilograms of rice each time. The distribution will be at the pavilion." The nurse shouted loudly while beating the gong.
The sobbing face of his wife Zhang Hu and mother Zhang Wang suddenly stopped, her ears were raised high, and she did not dare to let go of a single word.
The eyes of Zhang Yiguang's family were as wide as bull's eyes, as if their eyeballs almost fell out of their sockets.
Zhang Qili was stunned. He opened his mouth and was speechless for a long time. After a while, he shook his head and said, "Is this true? I don't believe it. Has Zhangjiazhuang already given it to you?"
"That's right, when did the master become so generous? I don't believe it." Mrs. Zhang Wang shook her head like thunder and lightning.
"Grandpa, grandma," Zhang Dalang was different from them. He immediately jumped up for joy, picked up the sack and rushed out of the house. "This is real. It was issued by the government. It's right there in the pavilion."
"That's right, not only rice, but also clothes." Zhang Erlang rubbed his hands, huddled up and kept breathing, then followed Dalang, "The paper clothes are too cold, I'm freezing to death."
"Let's go get the clothes. If it's too late, there won't be any clothes." He was followed by three younger siblings and rushed out of the house, shouting happily.
They were also wearing paper clothes and huddled together to keep each other warm.
Even so, I was shivering from the cold, my nose had runny nose, and my hands and feet were red and swollen.
Now I am more happy to hear that there are clothes than to hear about food.
Zhang Qili looked at his son and said doubtfully, "I'll go out and see if it's true."
After saying that, he picked up a wooden stick at home, and although he was walking behind, he was faster than them.
Zhang Hu and Zhang Wang looked at Zhang Qili's back with excitement in their eyes and their bodies swayed a few times.
But looking at Zhang Yiguang who was lying on the bed unable to move, the two of them looked at each other and smiled bitterly, feeling extremely embarrassed.
"Mother, madam, you go out, maybe there will be nothing at night." Zhang Yiguang certainly knew what his mother and wife were thinking, and waved to them, "I will take care of myself."
Mrs. Zhang Wang shook her head and looked at Zhang Yiguang with a loving look on her face: "Dalang, I will take care of you for my mother, and let my son, my wife, and the others go out to get the clothes."
In fact, she really wanted to see her son, but she couldn't bear to see her son lying on the bed.
"Official, I don't have any clothes to choose from. I will accompany you at home." Mrs. Zhang Hu really wanted to go out and have a look, but her mother-in-law didn't leave. How could she, a divorced woman, speak easily.
"Mother, you have also seen that the child can only lie in bed to recuperate. Aren't you all the same here?" Zhang Yiguang smiled bitterly and pointed to his thigh tied with a splint, "Why don't you go out with me to relax and take a look? Whether the clothes fit well, I also choose two sets for the father and the child."
His father had already gone out, walking ahead of his children.
Of course he was not picking out food, but helping the government deliver goods to see if he could earn some change.
This is how a poor family is. They have to find ways to find money, even if it is just a penny.
Mrs. Zhang carefully looked at Zhang Yiguang's thigh, then gently touched the injured area, and sighed: "Da Lang, you have to be careful, you go out to pick out clothes for your mother and son."
"Official, you have to be careful. The slave family and mother are receiving clothes. Naturally, you will not be short." Mrs. Zhang Hu hesitated and couldn't help but feel excited.
Zhang Yiguang's family was arguing about the distribution of food, and the senior officials in Zhangjiazhuang were even more argumentative.
But the debate is not about rice distribution, but about land.
As a big family, the Zhang family naturally has its own meeting hall.
The layout of the meeting hall in Zhangjiazhuang is similar to that in Xiejiazhuang, but relatively speaking, it is much simpler.
Although there is a sign of Master Tiandi Jun in the middle, there is only one incense burner on the incense table, and there is no carpet on the floor, making the room almost half smaller.
Although the old patriarch Zhang Lizhang has retired, his prestige is still there, and he is still sitting on top.
Brothers Zhang Hebin, the chief and deputy chiefs, sat closely below him, followed by other elders of Zhangjiazhuang.
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Zhang Hebin coughed and spoke first as the clan leader: "The government wants to build a government office, a school, a medical center, and refugee housing here. Elders, if you have any opinions, you may wish to put them forward."
The ten elders looked at each other, drinking tea and thinking, but no one spoke.
"The government is going to buy land, how appropriate do you elders think it is?" Seeing that no one was speaking, Zhang He angrily broke the calm.
A man named Zhang Hejin was the first to speak before the elders: "Captain, I feel that if the government purchases land, the price will definitely not be too high, and Zhangjiazhuang will definitely suffer. Let's do this, I suggest, ten acres for the government and ten acres for the refugees."
Zhang Hejin is about fifty, with a small amount of white hair on his beard and hair, large bags under his eyes, many wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and is not tall.
"No, ten acres for the government is too little. Think about the school, it's almost ten acres." Zhang Heyuan shook his head, "I think the government should have twenty acres and the refugees twenty acres."
Zhang Hebei raised his head with a smile on his lips: "Everyone, Xiehe Pavilion was originally remote, and this is a barren land that is not very fertile. If the government hadn't come here, not many people would want it at the price of 100 cents. Now. When the government comes, the price will definitely rise. It is better to sell more to the government, the price is 3,511 acres, and the government will give you whatever it wants."
Zhang Hebei is about sixty years old, with a thin face, gray hair, and a somewhat old face, but with bright eyes.
He said this clearly after careful consideration, and many people agreed with him.
"I think three hundred and five hundred coins is too little. The government has money, so it should be more expensive, at least one, or even two." Zhang Henan jumped out at this time.
Zhang Henan is in his early fifties, with not many gray hairs and not many wrinkles. He is of medium height and has a slender face.
Zhang Hexi even said something that was not surprising, which made everyone tremble: "I think it should be three times, no, it should be five times per acre of land."
Zhang Hexi was just fifty, with some gray hair and beard. He was extremely thin, as if he could be blown over by the wind.
But this is just an illusion. People who know him know that this person is difficult to deal with.
No, he immediately opened his mouth and saw that the government was going to build a government office and other buildings here.
In his opinion, it would be better to take advantage of this opportunity to dig out the golden doll with a hoe, that is, to rip off the government.
"Cough, cough, cough." The sound of Zhang Li's long cough came over.
Although his body is a little weak, he takes good care of himself and coughing rarely occurs.
Of course he was not sick and coughing, but was intimidated by Zhang Hexi's speech.
After hearing the old patriarch's words, everyone stopped talking and turned their attention to Zhang Lizhang.
Zhang Lichang glanced at everyone, took a sip of tea, and put down the cup.
Everyone saw his action and knew that he was about to speak.
Sure enough, Zhang Lizhang said in a deep voice: "Do you think Xiejiazhuang is better-looking or Zhaojiazhuang is better-looking?"
Upon hearing this, everyone present lowered their heads.
Xiejiazhuang is like an exquisite black and white ink painting, while Zhangjiazhuang is like a messy child's graffiti, there is no comparison at all.
"Old patriarch, what does the price of land have to do with its good looks?" Zhang Hexi was not convinced at all and couldn't help but ask.
Zhang Li smiled faintly at the corner of his mouth: "Who said it doesn't matter, Zixi (Zhang Hexi), you think the price of land is more expensive in the county or in the countryside."
"Old patriarch, it goes without saying that prices in the county town are of course more expensive. How can the countryside compare with the county town." Zhang Hexi blurted out without thinking.
A faint smile appeared on Zhang Lizhang's face, and he asked calmly: "Zixi, do you think, which one, Xiejiazhuang or Zhangjiazhuang, is more like a county town, and which one is more like a countryside?"
"Old patriarch, of course Xiejiazhuang is more like a county town." Zhang Hexi smiled awkwardly, and his face suddenly turned the color of pig liver, but he reacted very quickly and immediately came to his senses, "But the government wants to build yamen and schools here, and there are no plans to build them here." Build opposite.”
"Zixi, before the government starts construction, no one can be sure that it must be built here." Zhang Lizhang shook his head, with a sneer on his lips, "If you raise the price too high, the government may build it elsewhere."
"This, this," Zhang Hexi stammered and immediately countered, "Old patriarch, if the government builds the building opposite, the price of Xiejiazhuang may be higher."
"Zixi, have you ever thought about it, if the government builds in a more remote place, wouldn't it be cheaper?" Zhang Lizhang said calmly with a faint smile on his face.
After finishing speaking, Zhang Lizhang gently sipped his tea, and then stared at Zhang Hexi calmly.
Zhang Hexi's mouth opened wide, and the smile on his face immediately turned dull, as if he could fit a duck egg into it.
The reason he was able to increase the price was that the government had to build it here in Zhangjiazhuang.
If the government does not build in Zhangjiazhuang, to whom can their land be sold?
Since no one buys it, the price is still the same for a thousand years, about one hundred cents.
Zhang Li let out a long sigh. He didn't expect that when the people in Zhangjiazhuang saw that the government was going to build a government office here, they seemed to be floating like nouveau riche. They even forgot the direction of southeast, northwest and northwest.
Zhang Hexi thought for a while, and finally said unconvinced: "Old patriarch, wouldn't it be better for the government to choose this place? The location here is of course better than other places."
Many people present nodded. It was precisely because they saw this that they dared to raise the price.
Zhang Lizhang glanced at the people present and shook his head. These people were more or less self-righteous and felt that the government had to beg them.
"Zixi, if you want to do something, should the government ask you, or do you ask the government?" Zhang Li asked lightly with a hint of ridicule on his lips.
"This, this." Zhang Hexi thought for a while, and finally replied with a wry smile, "Of course we will go to the government."
"Since you are the one who goes to the government to do your work, it doesn't matter where the government is located. Anyway, you are the one who goes to the government." A cunning smile appeared on Zhang Lizhang's face.
Zhang Hexi's expression suddenly became dull, but he soon came to his senses.
He rolled his eyes and immediately argued: "Old patriarch, I admit that we must go to the government to get things done, but it is impossible for this yamen to move back to Zhaojiazhuang Town."
After speaking, a confident smile appeared on his face.
"Zixi, have you ever thought about it, if the government builds it in Hejiazhuang, Hejiazhuang is only three miles away from here." Zhang Li said lightly with a smile on his lips.
If we look at the flow direction of the Xie River, in the middle of Zhangjiazhuang, Xiejiazhuang is upstream, and Hejiazhuang is downstream.
The smile on Zhang Hexi's face just bloomed, and suddenly it became dull: "This, this."
His face turned livid at this time, and then turned into the color of pig liver, and he suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.
The others took a breath of air-conditioning and were at a loss, like one after another clay and wood sculptures.
"Zixi, is it convenient for you to go to the show?" Seeing Zhang Hexi's dejected look, Zhang Li smiled at the corner of his mouth and changed the topic.
"The location of Xiehe Pavilion is too remote." Zhang Hexi came to his senses at this time and shook his head, with a wry smile on his lips. "It is twenty miles away from Changyuan County and twenty miles away from Renyi Town. Only Zhaojiazhuang Town It’s a little closer, but it’s still fifteen miles away.”
A faint smile appeared on Zhang Li Chang's face: "Zixi, now you understand why the government set up an office here."
"Old patriarch, it seems that the purpose of the government's establishment of a yamen is to set up a market?" Zhang Hexi suddenly realized this and felt relieved.
"There is a natural reason why the government set up yamen, schools, and medical clinics here." Zhang Lichang's expression suddenly turned serious when he said this, "Therefore, Zhangjiazhuang should seize the opportunity to keep the yamen here instead of pushing the yamen away. Hejiazhuang.”
Zhang Hexi smiled awkwardly, a little embarrassed, and simply lowered his head to drink tea and stopped talking.
Zhang Hedong was drinking tea and was silent, but now he raised his head.
He was about fifty-five years old, with almost half of his hair and beard white, and his face had many wrinkles.
He seldom smiles and even looks sad.
Precisely because he smiles less and looks sad more, his face has more wrinkles.
If Zhang Hedong wanted to speak, his voice would be hoarse and hoarse, dry and unpleasant.
It was precisely because of his dry and unpleasant voice that I didn't like talking to him.
Zhang Hedong also knows that his voice is unpleasant, so he usually likes to listen quietly and rarely speaks.
But when he speaks, he has almost no nonsense and goes straight to the point.
Zhang Hedong bowed his hands to Zhang Lizhang and said: "Old patriarch, may I ask what benefits Zhangjiazhuang can get from the government setting up yamen and schools here, and what should Zhangjiazhuang do?"
Upon hearing this, everyone including Zhang Hexi's eyes lit up.
As expected, Zhang Hedong was silent and made a blockbuster, and everyone nodded.
They smiled at Zhang Hedong, and then turned their attention to Zhang Lichang, hoping to get the answer.
"Zixu (Zhang Hedong), which one do you think is better, Xiejiazhuang or Zhaojiazhuang?" Zhang Lizhang had a faint smile on his face, and instead of answering his question, he asked him a question.
The others didn't say anything, but felt strange.
Comparing Xiejiazhuang with Zhaojiazhuang, what does it have to do with Zhangjiazhuang?
But the old patriarch had already raised this question, and they were a little curious and wanted to see how Zhang Hedong would answer.
Zhang Hedong is taciturn, stoic, and has an ugly voice, but people present like to listen to him.
Although Zhang Hedong doesn't like to talk, he likes to think.
Because he thinks often and speaks very rationally, he is even known as a wise man in Zhangjiazhuang.
Zhang Hedong took a sip of tea to moisten his throat, trying to make his voice clearer, but it was still hoarse.
He had no choice but to lower his voice and try to make his voice softer: "Xiejiazhuang is actually good, like an ink painting. But there is still a gap between it and Zhaojiazhuang, and the gap is huge. If Xiejiazhuang is an introductory ink painting, then Zhaojiazhuang is a landscape painting full of spirituality. .Otherwise why is it called paradise on earth.”
Zhang Lichang was sipping tea and stroking his beard, with a smile on his lips as he looked at him and spoke.
"Old patriarch, what is the relationship between Zhaojiazhuang and Zhangjiazhuang?" Zhang Hexi asked with a bow.
He is impatient and wants answers urgently.
However, the old patriarch Yun Danfeng drank tea lightly and did not answer the question, which made him feel as if several cats were scratching an itch, making him extremely uncomfortable.
