Compared with the few people during the plague, the scale of this village meeting was particularly large. Everyone, men, women, old and young came, and some even stood outside the yard because they didn't have enough space.
Yan Qingyao raised her voice and said, "I summoned everyone this time to talk about my fields."
As soon as these words came out, some people were happy and some were worried.
They still have unfinished business, and it is impossible to make any more money.
The happy villagers have raised their hands: "Landlord, I will help your family farm."
"Landlord, I'll come, I'll come, I'm free!"
"Landlord, I'm coming too."
There was no shortage of women among the speakers, and the women's voices were even louder and sharper than those of the strong men in the village. They just looked at it with sour eyes, and no longer blurted out that it was the mother-in-law who came out to do some work.
Seeing their fight getting more intense, Yan Qingyao immediately shook her head and said loudly: "I'm not looking for a job."
Afraid of causing more speculation and competition with the villagers, Yan Qingyao continued: "Listen to me quietly."
"I have all the land in the village, but I can't grow it by myself, so I decided that as long as you promise me a few things, I will allocate the land to you for free, but the ownership of the land is still in my hands. I can take it back anytime."
As soon as these words came out, the villagers immediately did not dare to answer the question. They remembered that Yan Qingyao's methods and wit over the past six months were nothing but a matter of making money.
Allocating land to them for free is just a way for one landlord after another to make money.
The villagers' faces became serious as they listened to what she said next.
"My requirements are: first, you must buy rice seeds from me; second, you must pay me one or two taxes per acre a year; I don't want grain, only money; third, you must cultivate the land assigned to you carefully and not let it go to waste. If it is violated One of them, then I have the right to take back the land."
Before they could react, Yan Qingyao continued: "I will allocate the land evenly according to the number of people in the family, so there is no question of who gets more and who gets less."
After these words, there was silence.
They only need to pay one tael of silver tax per acre of land a year, and it is more cost-effective for them to divide the land according to the head.
Could a landowner be so stupid? Everyone doesn't believe it. You look at me and I look at you. They are all questioning it.
If landowners really want to make money, they can raise the price of rice seeds.
Rice seeds are sold outside for fifty taels of silver per catty. Could it be possible that she would buy them for ten taels of silver per catty?
Everyone had Xiao Jiujiu in their hearts, and no one dared to speak.
But Chen Xiaoyu said innocently: "Sister Qingyao, aren't those grains particularly expensive?"
Yan Qingyao shook her head: "The grain is only fifty cents per catty."
Aunt Zhang's family arrived a little late because they were dealing with shrimps and crabs. They didn't know what was being said in front of them, so they asked someone in the village for an overview, then squeezed to the front: "Qingyao, Qingyao!"
Yan Qingyao smiled slightly: "Aunt Zhang, what's wrong?"
Aunt Zhang looked at the things on the table. Except for the title deeds of the fields, there was nothing else.
"It's best to write a treaty and sign it for this kind of thing! But you haven't even prepared a pen and paper..."
Chen Xiaoyu immediately poked his head out from behind Yan Qingyao, with an excited look on his face: "I'll get grandpa's paper, pen and ink."
Bringing the paper, pen and ink, Chen Xiaoyu helped sharpen the ink again. While sharpening the ink, he said, "Sister Qingyao said that the fields will be divided according to the head, so will I also have my own field by then?"
He is young and does not understand the twists and turns of adults. Hearing that he has a field of his own finds it very novel and interesting.
Seeing Yan Qingyao nodding, he became even more excited: "Then I also want to sign and pledge it!"
Yan Qingyao didn't say much. The content of the contract was the three points she just mentioned, word for word, clear and clear.
Aunt Zhang signed her contract without any hesitation, without even reading the content above.
Chen Xiaoyu wanted to sign, but Yan Qingyao stopped him: "This is for parents to sign."
Chen Xiaoyu blinked his big eyes, with a look of doubt and confusion on his face. Yan Qingyao pursed her lips: "This contract needs to be signed by your grandfather to be useful."
Chen Xiaoyu immediately pulled Chen Chunsheng out of the crowd: "Grandpa, come and sign and pledge!"
Everyone's eyes fell on the village chief. The village chief was the "local emperor" here. He was also a person admired by the whole village and voted for by each household.
If he signs it, they all sign it.
Chen Chunsheng didn't say he wouldn't sign, but...
He picked up the treaty and took a look at it. He told her exactly what he said. He had no chance to come forward and say anything in the audience. This time, his grandson just happened to pull him to Yan Qingyao's side. He slightly raised the treaty in his hand to cover his lips. .
"Girl Qingyao, aren't you at a loss for this?"
Chen Chunsheng wondered why she was different from other landowners. If she was enjoying the hot food and drinking spicy food at home, someone would naturally give her money to spend.
Yan Qingyao: "I'm not at a loss. I have a barbecue restaurant. If people in the village get rich in the future, they can also rent shops and open shops outside. Life will get better and better. Isn't that what the village chief wants?"
These words gave Chen Chunsheng an enlightenment. If everyone in the village had land, they would not have to worry about eating and drinking, and would still have the energy to do other things, and life would naturally get better and better.
In the past, the landlords were the dominant ones, but now that Yan Qingyao is the landlord, he is actually willing to let the profits go...
Chen Chunsheng looked at her with very complicated eyes. Without this moment, he felt that she was becoming more and more difficult to see through.
Yan Qingyao pretended to be profound and shook her head: "The current emperor still doesn't understand that the development of a dynasty is ultimately in the hands of the farmers. Only when the farmers live better will the dynasty have more hope."
In just a few words, the criticisms of this era were clearly seen. Chen Chunsheng blinked, and without saying a word, he picked up the brush and signed his name and fingerprints.
The villagers behind them were immediately confused, and they didn't know who said something in the crowd: "Her rice can produce a thousand catties per mu, which is much better than what is sold in the town."
In this case, isn’t the one-tael tax equivalent to the price of two hundred kilograms of rice?
The villagers immediately lined up and signed their names.
When Chenjia Village started the second season of rice cultivation in full swing, other villages came back to life with full health. I heard that everyone in their village had a field, and people in other villages couldn't help but come over to take a look.
In just a few days, the roads in Chenjiacun became smooth and solid.
New houses were built and everyone had land. People from other villages touched their hearts and said, "Do you still have land in Chenjia Village? We will move here too."
"No way." The faces of the villagers in Chenjia Village suddenly dropped. They are living a better life now, all thanks to Yan Qingyao, and no one wants people from outside the village to share the pie.
But I didn’t expect that good days for people from other villages would also come...
