The next morning, Tang Ping got up and had breakfast. As soon as he opened the courtyard door, he was startled by the outside.
It was dark and full of people outside, and there was silence when the door was not opened. Once the door was opened, everyone fell to their knees and shouted: "Thank you, proprietor, for being alive."
Li Zheng knelt at the front and said: "Everyone is grateful for the kindness of the proprietor, so we all come to thank the proprietor today."
There are certainly people here who sincerely appreciate Tang Ping's kindness.
But some people actually came here to wait for Tang Ping because Tang Ping said yesterday that as long as all the food given out yesterday was eaten, there would still be some left today.
Tang Ping also knew that it was impossible for all the villagers to be sincerely grateful for a meal. He asked everyone to stand up and said:
"I keep my word. I also said it yesterday. I called you here today because I have an errand for you. As long as you complete the errand today, you will have food to eat. Those who have completed the best will also have meat to eat! "
After reading so many novels, Tang Ping still knew about the work-for-relief method. If he just distributed food blindly, he would cause trouble sooner or later.
So the best way is to let them do things, and the more they work, the more they will get.
At this moment, the long-lost mission finally appeared.
"My mission is to gain three pounds during the holidays!"
"Although it's not a holiday, as long as the whole village can gain an average of three kilograms of weight, the task will be considered completed."
"Reward: Unlock the garage!"
"Punishment for failure: the host gains thirty pounds!"
"Time: until the next return!"
Damn it, Tang Ping just wants to curse, what kind of useless mission is this? What does it mean to gain three pounds during festivals? I may not have gained three pounds during the Chinese New Year.
I failed and actually made myself gain thirty kilograms!
"System, what does unlocking the garage mean?"
"Literally, your garage can be unlocked and the vehicles inside can be used."
There is a Chevrolet red pickup truck in Tang Ping's garage. The system says that he can drive in Tang Dynasty in the future?
When he asked again, the system was silent again.
Look at the people below. Even among the young and middle-aged people, not a single one is fat. Thinking about it, it might not be difficult to make these skinny people fatter, right?
The main tasks he assigned them today were to cut trees and repair houses nearby.
They say that food, clothing, housing, and transportation are all things he can solve for the time being, and he can also think of ways to deal with clothing, but for housing, they have to do it themselves.
Although it can't be said to be freezing cold now, the early spring in Guanzhong is definitely not hot either.
At least these villagers must be prevented from freezing for the time being.
As for the old, weak, women and children, they were arranged to clear out wheat straw, weeds and the like in those fields.
Soon it will be spring plowing. Tang Ping also found out through online research and asking Lao Cui that the main crops grown here are spring wheat, winter wheat and millet.
The cleared wheat straw can be used as fuel when dried, and the weeds can be used as fertilizer.
So Tang Ping planned to let them clear the land first, and when the house was almost repaired, he would dig holes for fertilization.
This is all preparation for the upcoming spring plowing.
Moreover, Tang Ping also formulated a system of more reward for more work. The 10 young people who work the most every day can get the most rice and noodles, and the top three can each get five frozen dumplings.
As for the old, weak, women and children, there are similar regulations. In the whole village, only Lao Zhoutou, another old man and children under 8 years old can receive food without having to work.
Because only Lao Zhoutou and another old man in the whole village are over 60 years old.
After arranging everything, Tang Ping left Lao Cui and Lu Yi, who had not yet recovered, to give everyone some breakfast, and then stayed in Shanghe Village to watch the villagers work.
He took Xiaoluo and Du Laosan into the city.
"Sir, that is the most famous Wangshu Tower in Chang'an, and it is also the Wang family's property!"
The Wang family mentioned by Du Laosan is the Taiyuan Wang family.
Tang Ping looked at Wangshu Tower, which was very lively, and suddenly understood why Du Fu could write such a poem as "The wine and meat smell of Zhumen".
"Waiter, serve the wine!" Tang Ping sat down as he walked into Wangshu Tower and shouted loudly.
The people who come to Wangshu Tower are usually dignitaries. Although there are sometimes strangers from out of town, the steward of Wangshu Tower really didn't understand Tang Ping after just one glance.
Tang Ping was the owner at first glance, but his weird short hair and black down jacket made it difficult for him to identify his identity.
The man holding the knife next to him can be seen at a glance as a tough soldier in the army, and he still has a military saber in his hand.
That little girl should be an ordinary maid, but she couldn't see through the clothes of these two people.
So he stopped the waiter who was about to step forward and went up to him personally.
"This young master is very unfamiliar, isn't he? Is this your first time coming to our Wangshu Tower for dinner?"
"What? Do you have to check the police station first when you come here to eat?"
The so-called "passing through residence" is a bit like the current visa. If people in the Tang Dynasty left their own territory, they had to have that thing, and the time was usually only 30 days.
"Young master is joking, I wonder what kind of wine you want to drink?"
"What's the best wine here?"
"Laurel wine! We at Wangshu Tower will give a pot of laurel wine as a gift to the president every time, which means winning the laurels in the Toad Palace!" the steward said quite proudly.
The word Zhuangtou in his mouth meant Zhuangyuan, but at that time it was still called Zhuangtou. Later, people felt that it didn't sound good, so it gradually became the term Zhuangyuan.
"Okay, let's serve the laurel wine! And two more signature dishes!"
Soon, a pot of laurel wine and two plates of signature dishes were served.
In the past, Du Laosan might have been greedy, but now with the weak smell of wine, he really couldn't get any interest in it.
"Sir, this is the best laurel wine we have in Wangshu Tower!"
Tang Ping glanced at it, knocked on the table with his hand, and said lightly: "Try it!"
"No!" Du Laosan slapped the knife in his hand on the table. This down jacket was good in everything, except that there was no button on the waist to hang the knife.
Pour a glass of bay wine and drink it in one gulp.
"How about it?"
"Master Hui, it is not as good as Jiang Dabai, nor Lao Baigan in Hejin, nor Erguotou in Yanglan Mountain, well, it is even more incomparable to the old cellar where the master entertained those three nobles that day."
A series of names came out of Du Laosan's mouth. He couldn't remember anything else in the store, but he knew the wine Tang Ping gave him.
"That's it?" Tang Ping looked up at Wangshulou steward at a very unflattering 45°. He learned the pretentious look from movies and TV dramas, and he was as exaggerated as he wanted.
But exaggeration is exaggeration, and the meaning to be expressed is indeed clear.
The steward was also angry. Although there were some people in Chang'an City who dared to come to Wang Shulou to act wild, he knew all of them, and there was no young man in front of him among them.
"Master, do you know where this place is?"
