"This is not a big problem." Tian Liang said with a smile on his lips.
Xie Dewen felt as if there were a dozen cats scratching him in his heart, and he couldn't wait to bow his hand and said, "I hope Shopkeeper Tian can give me some advice."
"Isn't there many mountains in Zhangjiazhuang?" Tian Liang had a faint smile on his face.
A disappointed expression suddenly appeared on Xie Dewen's face, he shook his head and sighed: "There are indeed many mountains in Zhangjiazhuang, but it's a pity that they are not from Xiejiazhuang."
"Xiejiazhuang has more land but less soil, and Zhangjiazhuang has more land and less land. Isn't it just complementary?" Tian Liang reminded lightly while drinking tea.
Xie Dewen seemed confused and didn't understand at all: "Shopkeeper Tian, what do you mean by this?"
"Xiejiazhuang can completely exchange the land for Zhangjiazhuang's land." Tian Liang only reminded clearly.
Xie Dewen's face became even more disappointed and he shook his head: "Exchanging good land for bad soil is completely incomparable."
"Of course there is no comparison between one acre for one acre, but what about one acre for two or three acres?" Tian Liang said with a smile on his lips.
Xie Dewen's eyes suddenly lit up: "Let me think about it."
"The patriarch can discuss something with Zhangjiazhuang." Tian Liang raised his tea cup and smiled while sipping the tea.
Xie Dewen showed embarrassment on his face and sighed: "I am not familiar with Ziquan (Zhang Hebin)."
"Not familiar?" Tian Liang's eyes showed doubts, "Clan Chief Xie and Chief Zhang are neighbors, how come they are not familiar with each other?"
"We were originally neighbors, but unfortunately due to the competition for water, the two families didn't have much contact." Xie Dewen's face almost turned the color of pig liver, and he smiled awkwardly.
Tian Liang waved to the concierge Tian Tian: "Sanlang, go and invite Chief Zhang."
"No." Track and Field bowed his hands and went out to invite Zhang Hebin.
Xie Dewen looked at Tian Tian's back and asked casually: "Shop Manager Tian, I heard that you are Zhangjiazhuang's uncle?"
"It does happen. I'm going through the six rites." Tian Liang was a little embarrassed.
"Congratulations to Shopkeeper Tian, this is a good thing. I will definitely give you a big gift by then." Xie Dewen said happily, but was extremely disappointed in his heart.
It was one wrong step, one wrong step after another, and my uncle who was so talented (wealth) and beautiful (three) all over the world actually missed it.
I feel sad and regretful, but it’s useless to say anything.
Now Zhangjiazhuang has jointly established six or seven workshops with Xiejiazhuang, but he only managed two after all his efforts.
Why is this happening? It's not because Zhangjiazhuang has a good uncle who takes the lead.
Thinking of this, Xie Dewen wanted to die.
Tian Liang didn't know what he was thinking: "Thank you so much, patriarch."
"Shop Manager Tian, Zhangjiazhuang is your father-in-law's home. You won't be biased towards him." Xie Dewen said tentatively.
They, Xiejiazhuang, had made a late move. If Tianliang had sided with Zhangjiazhuang in the exchange, he would have definitely suffered a huge loss.
A faint smile appeared on Tian Liang's face, and he looked Huang Dong's face: "It doesn't matter, I won't help you on either side, let Huang Tingzhang make the decision here."
"I can make the decision." Huang Dong put down the tea cup in his hand, nodded and said solemnly.
Xie Dewen bowed his hands and said, "Thank you, Chief Huang."
Zhangjiazhuang.
Zhang Hebin couldn't help laughing when he heard the news about track and field.
He was trampled down by Xie Jiazhuang before and could not lift his head up.
Unexpectedly, Xie Jiazhuang would come to beg him now.
Thinking of this, he wanted to thank the government and Zhaojiazhuang.
However, the person who should be more grateful is the little saint.
Thinking of this, he immediately came to the little saint's shrine erected in Zhuangzi, respectfully offered incense and kowtowed respectfully.
As soon as he kowtowed, the track and field team also kowtowed by offering incense.
After Zhao Ping left Changyuan County, Zhao Jie built a shrine for Zhao Ping in Zhaojiazhuang, which was filled with incense every day.
Others were very happy when they heard that there was a shrine in Zhaojiazhuang and wanted to come here to offer incense and get Zhao Ping's blessing.
Unexpectedly, only Zhao Jie's family and relatives can serve this shrine, and other people who want to serve are not qualified.
In desperation, these people built another shrine in Zhaojiazhuang Town.
The incense of Zhao Ping's shrine is very good, and it has become the first place that foreign tourists must visit, followed by Chunyang Cave, and then the entire Zhaojiazhuang.
Seeing Zhang Hebin come in, Xie Dewen couldn't help but feel a little nervous.
He was nervous, and Zhang Hebin was also nervous.
However, unlike Xie Dewen, he was nervous and had a hint of excitement.
After he offered incense to the little saint just now, he felt confident.
The two of them had almost fought to the death over the water.
Although they are neighbors, they have no contact with each other in life and death.
When the two met, they smiled awkwardly and saluted each other.
Huang Dong observed the two of them from the side, not knowing what they were thinking.
"Two clan leaders, fighting for water is a thing of the past. There will no longer be issues of fighting for water in the future." He coughed and said to Xie Dewen and Zhang Hebin.
Zhang Hebin was so shocked that he almost couldn't close his jaw: "Chief Huang Ting, what should I do if there are no crops in the future?"
"Huang Tingzhang, there is no water in the field, is there only grass growing?" Xie Dewen took a few steps back, his eyes almost falling out of his sockets.
"The government has already considered this. The government is planning to build a reservoir." Huang Dong glanced at the two of them, and said calmly with a smile on his lips.
Xie Dewen and Zhang Hebin glanced at each other inadvertently, and both noticed the shock in each other's eyes.
Zhang Hebin was frightened for a while, his hair stood up coldly like a man possessed, and his mind was as blank as a blank sheet of paper.
Zhang Hebin's mind went blank and he asked blankly: "Chief Huang Ting, what is a reservoir?"
"The reservoir is also called a pond." Huang Dong said with a sarcastic smile on his lips, "Because it stores a lot of water, like a water storehouse, the little saint named it the reservoir."
"Reservoir, reservoir." Zhang Hebin patted the table and cheered loudly, "Indeed, I heard that the reservoir is too petty, and the image of the reservoir is grand."
"Yes, the pond is just a small pond." Xie Dewen licked his dry lips and said with difficulty, "Chief Huang Ting, is it possible to build a reservoir here?"
"Of course it can be done." Huang Dong wiped his right hand, pointed at the map on the desk and said, "On the upper reaches of the Xie River, block the construction of a dam."
"Upstream?" The two of them jumped up from their seats and came to Huang Dong's map, looking at it carefully.
Tian Liang already knew this, shook his head, and drank tea with a smile on his face.
Xie Dewen touched his chin, thought for a while and said: "Pavilion Chief, this reservoir, no, how big is the reservoir?"
"Of course it's very big, a few miles away. From the top of the Chengdu Valley is the location of the reservoir." Huang Dong pointed at the map and looked up at Xie Dewen.
After hearing this, the two of them were shocked.
Zhang Hebin thought for a while, licked his dry lips, and said with difficulty: "Chief Huang Ting, how high is this?"
"This one is two feet tall in total." Huang Dong patted the table and said decisively.
There was a coaxing sound in Xie Dewen's ears, as if he had been pricked by a sharp needle, and his whole body was numb.
Zhang Hebin was so shocked by this sudden incident that he felt as if he had received an electric shock, and his spirit was in a semi-demented state.
Zhang Hebin woke up, swallowed his saliva, and asked with difficulty: "It's so high, will it collapse?"
"What's the collapse?" Huang Dong smiled contemptuously, "Taoyuan Town, Lingquan County, Chengdu Prefecture, has been under construction for half a year, and nothing has happened."
Zhang Hebin thought for a while and asked with some confusion: "What is the name of that reservoir?"
"Taoyuan Lake?" Huang Dong said with a smile, "Have the two clan leaders heard about it?"
"Taoyuan Lake?" Xie Dewen suddenly realized, "This old man seems to have heard of it. It seems that it was originally called Taoyuan Reservoir."
"That's right, it turns out to be a reservoir." Huang Dong was overjoyed when he heard this. Just as he was dozing off, someone gave him a pillow. "The little saint doesn't like the name of Reservoir, so he just works full-time for Taoyuan Lake."
Zhang Hebin also nodded: "I have read it in the Song Dynasty China Newspaper, but how long can it control it?"
"How long?" Huang Dong smiled faintly, "The design life is one hundred years."
Zhang Hebin's pupils shrank and he took two steps back. He couldn't believe it: "You are so high, can you still manage for a hundred years?"
"Oh my god, can this last for hundreds of years? I heard you right, right?" Xie Dewen's eyes widened like bull's eyes and almost fell out of their sockets.
"Of course it can be done," Huang Dong said solemnly with an extremely serious expression on his face, "You know, it can be built with fairy cement."
"Immortal cement?" Zhang Hebin read a few words, "This is not a big problem, but where does the money come from?"
Xie Dewen also had a suspicious look in his eyes and nodded: "Yes, the idea is good, but this will cost a lot of money. I wonder how much it will cost?"
"About a thousand copper coins. Build the first phase one foot high first, and then build the second phase when you have enough money," Huang Dong explained with gestures with his hands.
"If it is divided into two installments, there is hope. I am willing to donate one hundred copper coins." After saying that, he gave Zhang Hebin a provocative look.
How could Zhang Hebin be willing to show weakness: "I am also willing to donate a hundred copper coins."
In the past, he would not have dared, but now that he has jointly established several workshops with Zhaojiazhuang, he has confidence.
Xie Dewen ignored him, but looked at Huang Dong and asked: "Chief Huang Ting, what was the name of this reservoir before?"
"I haven't thought about this yet, why not ask the little saint to name it." Huang Dong thought for a while and shook his head.
Zhang Hebin's eyes lit up: "Since these were built by the little saint, why not just name them after the little saint?"
"Then let's temporarily name it Little Saint Lake." Huang Dong nodded, "This is a good name."
When Xie Dewen heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief and asked tentatively: "Huang Tingzhang, what do you think we should do about the tea mountain matter?"
"That's it, please let Chief Huang Ting make the decision." Zhang Hebin cheered up and said as soon as he heard that the main banquet was coming.
"The decision is made," Huang Dong said with a wry smile. This was a thankless task, and he shook his head, "It mainly depends on the negotiation between the two clan leaders."
The two looked at each other and bowed to Huang Dong together: "We believe in the government."
When the two heard that the government was building a reservoir and they would no longer compete for water, most of their original anger disappeared.
"This is measured according to grain output. I wonder if the two clan leaders have any opinions?" Huang Dong returned the courtesy, walked around the table a few times, and looked at Zhang and Bin with burning eyes.
Xie Dewen and Zhang Hebin bowed their hands, with a faint smile on their faces: "That's exactly it."
"Okay, Chief Xie, how much rice can be produced from one acre of paddy field?" Huang Dong looked at the two of them with burning eyes.
Xie Dewen thought for a while: "One acre of fertile land can produce 450 kilograms of rice, while ordinary paddy fields can only produce 350 kilograms."
"Clan Chief Zhang, how many kilograms of grain can be produced from one acre of land on the hillside?" Huang Dong nodded, and then turned his attention to Zhang Hebin.
Zhang Hebin looked embarrassed and said with some embarrassment: "This also depends on the soil quality. The good ones have 150 pounds of wheat, while the bad ones only have 110 kilograms of wheat."
They are poor in Zhangjiazhuang. In fact, they have a lot of land, but their food output is not high.
"Two clan chiefs, one acre of fertile land should be used as three acres of hillside good soil or four acres of bad soil, and ordinary paddy fields should be used as two acres and one-third of good soil or three acres of bad soil. Of course, this is just the suggestion of this pavilion. The details will be discussed by you. ." Huang Dong said lightly with a smile on his lips.
Zhang Hebin and Xie Dewen looked at each other and took out their abacus together to start calculations.
