Li Chenan's decision not only surprised Wang Xin.
Even Zhongli Ruoshui and others were shocked at this moment.
Especially Amu.
He looked around at this moment. This place was remote and Li Chenan was doing it on the spur of the moment, but the issue of safety should not be underestimated.
Qiu Balou never expected that Li Chenan would live here...
There are only three rooms in this hut. You can guess what the inside of this hut looks like without looking at it.
This regent, can he sleep in a place like this?
The young master of Zhuang Dingchun Village was stunned at this moment!
How can I live in this place?
It’s worse than my own firewood shed!
I have to go back with my cousin on the eighth floor later.
Although there are no rooms in the inn, living in a tent is a hundred times better than this place!
Wang Xin hesitated for a moment, and then said: "Master Li... this place... is too simple and dirty. Mr. Li has a noble status and lives here..."
Li Chenan interrupted Wang Xin with a smile: "Uncle Wang, I'm joking with you. It's not that I dislike your place being crude, but it's that you can't live here with so many of us!"
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Then Li Chenan said again: "But you will eat here, and don't let your wife do any work. My people will bring the food and wine..."
"By the way, you go and ask your son to go to the fields first. When you come back, I want to talk to you."
Wang Xin thought for a moment and shouted to the side room of the hut: "Cuihua..."
"Why!"
A woman came out of the kitchen. She stood under the eaves and was surprised to see so many people.
She wiped her hands nervously on her floral apron, and then heard Wang Xin say again:
"You go to the back mountain and let Wang Lin, Wang Mu and the others go to the fields."
"I'm afraid there will be a heavy rain tonight, so some water in the fields must be drained out first."
"This Mr. Li's man is waiting at the edge of the field... you go ahead."
"……oh!"
The woman named Cuihua quickly took a bamboo hat from the wall and was about to leave. At this time, Wang Xin asked again: "Where is your sister-in-law?"
"My sister-in-law went to Wang Si's house and asked Goudan what Shu Xiu at Third Master's side should prepare if he goes to enlightenment."
"..." Wang Xin was silent for three breaths, "By the way, call your sister-in-law back first and say that there are guests at home."
"good!"
Cuihua walked with her head buried in her head, not daring to take another look at these guests.
Because these guests simply wore their clothes, which gave her a strong sense of distance.
She knew that these so-called guests were by no means relatives of her family.
In addition, with so many guests, what will the family prepare to entertain them?
Not to mention eating, there aren’t even that many stools!
Father-in-law, isn't this causing trouble for the family? !
…
Under the eaves of the thatched house, Wang Xin looked at Li Chenan extremely uneasily.
"Master Li, you have also seen that the two sons are not separated from each other. It is really crowded..."
Before he finished speaking, Li Chenan waved his hand:
"Just sit under this roof."
He sat down on the threshold, because the room was very dark, and there was no serious main room among the three thatched huts.
Although there is an old table in the middle room, there is also a bed inside.
It is indeed small and cannot accommodate so many people.
He patted the threshold and said to Wang Xin again: "Don't go and do anything. Come and sit here."
"This... Master, please wait a moment while I go get some stools."
Qiu Balou stood in the rain holding an umbrella and looked at Li Chenan sitting on the threshold, feeling increasingly strange.
If Amu hadn't been by his side, he would never have thought that the young man sitting calmly was Li Chenan!
His brows furrowed slightly.
In his mind, he carefully recalled what he knew about Li Chenan's life.
He is the son of the mysterious owner of Guiyuan.
But he grew up in Guangling City in Ningguo.
Although everyone in Guangling City thought he was a fool at that time, the Li Mansion in Guangling City was a truly scholarly family.
No matter what, the scholarly family has extremely strict family traditions.
Pay special attention to etiquette.
I am very interested in identity!
Scholars and farmers are two completely different groups.
In the eyes of scholars, they may feel pity for farmers, but they will not have much sympathy.
Because with the eyes of a scholar, what he sees is official career, future, fame and fortune!
And farmers... farmers have a low status. For scholars, they will almost never interact with farmers throughout their lives.
But this regent is different.
He is a poet!
He is a truly talented person!
But now he was wearing green cloth clothes, sitting on the threshold, and the cloth shoes on his feet were soaked... He was scraping the mud off the shoes with a bamboo strip!
He seemed oblivious to the unpleasant stench of the place.
He didn't even care that the door sill was low and dirty.
Could I sit on the threshold as casually as he did?
Asking himself, Qiu Balou felt that it was difficult for him to do it.
If it weren't for the purpose of getting to know the regent, I wouldn't be willing to come to a place like this.
This is where I am inferior to him!
This is the way to go among the masses!
Qiu Balou was deeply shocked. When he looked at Li Chenan again, his eyes were full of admiration.
If Ning Guo has him as emperor, why worry about it?
If you can follow him... you may be able to create great achievements!
Just as Qiu Balou was thinking this, Wang Xin took out a few stools and placed them under the eaves.
Li Chenan scraped off the mud on his shoes and looked at it, "Sit down wherever you want...Uncle Wang, come on, come on, sit here."
Wang Xin sat next to Li Chenan anxiously.
No one else sat down.
Even Wu Qin didn't sit down even though she was obviously very tired.
Everyone just stood in the rain, each holding an umbrella, looking at the two people on the threshold.
This is an indescribable scene.
One is a powerful regent.
One is an old farmer farming.
One is a talented poet.
One is an illiterate old farmer.
A gentle and elegant one.
An old face with vicissitudes of life.
Should have been out of place.
But it just made everyone feel that it was not out of the ordinary.
"Uncle Wang, if your family's thirty acres of land hadn't been a year of great disaster, how much would have been harvested in a year?"
"Back to Mr. Li, all the fields in our Wangjiazhuang are farmland."
"In a good year, one acre of rice can produce about 250 kilograms of rice. My family's 30 acres of land can yield more than 7,000 kilograms of rice."
"Oh...what's the tax rate?"
Wang Xin felt a little weird, but after thinking about it, it was normal for such a young master not to know these things.
After all, the taxes collected by the imperial court are different from those privately increased by local governments.
He didn't know the term "officers and officials guard each other", but he understood the principle.
Some words should not be spoken carelessly.
This young man patted his butt for a while and then left. If the excessive taxes and miscellaneous taxes increased in the local area were introduced to the ears of the state capital or the Daotai master, and then to the county magistrate... In case the county magistrate came to accuse him, I can’t eat it myself and carry it around!
"This thing is quite complicated, but in short... it can still satisfy your hunger after a year."
"But when it comes to savings..."
The old man smiled innocently again, shook his head, and sighed:
"It's difficult...!"
