Yang Huairen really didn't want to have anything to do with the emperor, he felt that he was just an ordinary cook, and the farther away the things in the palace, the better. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Wang Mingyuan has been cultivating for two months, and under Lian'er's careful care, he has been able to move around normally.

He felt that he was not yet forty years old, and it was not a way to be so idle, and remembered that he had also studied some books back then, so he offered to share some work for his daughter.

Yang Huairen felt that this was very good, people could not be idle, and when they were idle, they were easy to be cranky, so they happily handed over the position of the head of the house to him, while Lian'er concentrated on being her shopkeeper in the garden.

Ransomed more than 100 people from the county king's mansion, Yang Huairen was also very open, and those who were willing to leave returned their deeds of sale and sent them back to their hometowns.

Those who are willing to stay, arrange work for them, whether it is in the house, in the store, or in the Zhuangzi, according to their actual situation and personal wishes.

As a result, one hundred and twenty-six people, none of whom were leaving, were willing to stay, most of them were sold into the palace since childhood, and there was nowhere to go at all, and the more important reason was that they knew about Entubao.

Forty-five maid mothers stayed in the house to work, or went to the temporary tofu factory to make tofu.

The rest of the men, according to their own abilities, assigned work, so many people can't afford it, most of them have to be placed in the Yang family Zhuangzi, let them support themselves.

Yang Huairen's buttocks were injured, but he didn't dare to recuperate at home, the plan in Zhuangzi couldn't wait, and it had to be put on the agenda.

Fortunately, the mother-in-law moved kindness at the critical moment, and the wound on his ass was not too deep. In order to allow the sword wound to heal as soon as possible, he thought of a way to suture the wound in the future.

Of course, this matter can only be done by He Zhiyun, Yang Huairen is inconvenient to walk, so he only deduces that he has broken his foot.

If he wants to say that he is good at stir-frying and cooking, but when it comes to land planning, he thinks it is better to ask the tenants who have been farming in the village for generations to provide more advice.

Yang Huairen led more than 100 people from the city to Yang's Zhuangzi. Along the way, everyone was happy.

These people used to be like birds in a cage, but now they are back in nature, and they are naturally very comfortable, and they are very grateful to the new owner, Yang Huairen.

After stopping for a morning, it was already noon when I saw the outline of Zhuangzi on the edge of the vortex river.

All the old farmers in the Zhuangzi dragged their families to greet the new owner at the Zhuangkou, but their faces were not so good-looking, and they all looked a little cramped and uneasy.

Huang Laohan is not confused in his old age, he is the oldest tenant in Zhuangzi, although he has long had to turn white, but he is still in good spirits and in good health.

He was a little worried, in previous years, he was a tenant for the king of the county, and the rent of paying 30% of the grain was a little harsh, but in the good years, more than 60 families in Zhuangzi still had no worries about food and clothing, and now they came to the new owner, I don't know if the ordinary life will be broken.

The worries of the farmers are not superfluous, the Zhujia Zhuangzi next door changed the owner after last year, and it was added to the land rent, and later I heard that the farmers of the Zhujia Zhuangzi are in a bad situation, and they can't eat pork a few times a year.

Everyone whispered about the new owner, and the atmosphere of worry began to spread.

"It's coming, it's coming!"

I don't know who pointed to Zhuangkou and shouted, and everyone stretched their necks to look at Zhuangkou to see what the new owner was like.

Seeing that there were so many people behind the carriage, Zhuang Humen's worries deepened, especially those who had little labor at home, and they were still thinking about renting in the future, and now they were even more worried about whether their families could stay in Zhuangzi.

When the carriage came to everyone, Yang Huairen was helped out of the carriage by He Zhiyun, and Huang Laohan greeted him and bowed to salute.

Yang Huairen saw that this old man was already white, how could he bear it? hurriedly jumped two steps, and grabbed the old man who was about to bow down.

"Old man, how does this work?"

When he raised his head again to look at the crowd behind him, he had a calm face and a worried face, and hurriedly asked, "What's wrong with the villagers in this Zhuangzi, are there any difficulties?" ”

Although Huang Laohan did not bow down, he still insisted on bowing, bowed down and said: "The owner, the little old man doesn't dare to hide it, the farmers are afraid that the new owner will increase the rent."

In the past, the land rent was 30%, I don't know how the owner plans to collect the rent in the future? ”

Yang Huairen's head quickly calculated, this year's farming, everyone has not developed the habit of intensive farming, like this more than 1,300 acres of good dry land in the suburbs of Beijing, the yield of wheat per mu is only two stones, and the yield of another season of corn per mu is less than one stone, which adds up to 300 catties.

To pay all kinds of taxes and rents, half of them must be used, and then the grain of the next year will be set aside, and the rest will be ground into flour for ordinary use, and there will be an average surplus of about 70 catties per mu of land.

According to the average of five people in a household and 20 acres of land per household, a household can harvest 13,400 catties of rations every year. In addition to the normal consumption of these grains, it is about to be used more than 1,000 catties, which is not to let go.

The rest of the grain can't be exchanged for a few dollars after being sold, which shows that the farmers are just living above the subsistence line.

Thinking about this, Yang Huairen said with a smile: "Folks, in the past, I Yang Huairen became the owner of the village, and in the future, we will not charge any rent in the village!" ”

The crowd was dumbfounded, dumbfounded, and couldn't believe their ears.

Yang Huairen shouted loudly to all the farmers again: "I, Yang Huairen, said that in the future, Zhuangzi will be free of rent!"

Not only that, in the future, we will also build a workshop for the initial processing of various ingredients on our Zhuangzi, and we will also build a vegetable greenhouse that can grow fresh vegetables in winter. ”

The farmers were still skeptical, and could not help but wonder if the new owner was crazy. Spending so much money to buy Zhuangzi, but not charging a penny of rent, isn't it crazy?

Yang Huairen couldn't convince them in a few words, he didn't care to explain them one by one, so he had to let them look at him like he was seeing a monster.

"I said it, believe it or not!"

Yang Huairen was a little annoyed, he was kind, but they regarded themselves as crazy, it seemed that it was not possible to show off their wealth.

"Go to the mansion in a few days, and each household will receive the same money, which is my Yang Huairen's meeting gift to you, and each household will give two piglets or sheep boys, as well as thirty chickens, all of which will be well raised, and I will buy them after fattening!"

Now the farmers began to hug each other excitedly, cheering, there is such a good owner in the world, looking at the Great Song Dynasty is just such a one, let them meet, suddenly feel the green smoke on the ancestral tomb.

Seeing the happy appearance of the villagers, Yang Huairen relieved his heart again, touched his chin and said to Huang Laohan: "The name of our Zhuangzi has to be changed, it will be called 'Happy Farm'!" ”