Song Qiu also smiled, walked over and touched her little head, "Are you tired?"
Miao Xiang shook her head, "I'm not tired! My uncles and aunts are all letting me do this. This work of making fire is easy! It's also warm!"
Song Qiu laughed when he heard this. It is warm now, but if you wait for a while, it will be hot by the fire.
However, when the weather got colder, it would be hard to make vermicelli, and it would be difficult to make vermicelli when it was hot. She planned to work for another month at most, then pay everyone for a holiday, and wait until the sweet potatoes are harvested at the end of the year before starting work again.
After walking out of the stove house, Song Qiu just entered the main hall and saw A Ling dancing with a sword in the second courtyard. She stabbed a lot of leaves from a tree under the corridor, and they fell and spread all over the ground.
She shook her head and simply sat down in the main hall without going inside.
Seeing that Ma had good eyesight, he quickly brought her a cup of freshly brewed scented tea.
Before she drank, there was a knock on the door of Zhuangzi, and Lin Desheng followed the sound.
Not long after, he came in and reported: "Girl, Huangcun and a few villagers want to see you and ask if you can see them if you have time."
When Song Qiu heard this, she thought of the people from Huangjia Village who came to give New Year gifts last year and hoped to be able to farm her land this year.
It's February and it's time to start preparing the land.
When she came to Zhuangzi this time, she had some plans for this matter, so she nodded and said, "Please invite them in."
Soon, the village head of Huangjia Village and several villagers were invited in.
Song Qiu stood up and said hello, asking everyone to sit down.
Ma also gave several people a cup of tea one by one.
Village Chief Huang's family did not have land in Lishugou before, so he was invited by Huang Dakai and others to come with them.
After all, this Zhuangzi was too greedy and seemed too grand. They were a little afraid that they wouldn't be able to knock on the door, so they asked the village chief to calm down the situation.
Now that they are here, the village chief will not just sit there. They are all members of the same clan in his own village, and he also wants their best.
Then he smiled and said: "Song Xiaodong's family, we are not outsiders, we are familiar with each other! I won't be polite. We came here today just to ask about Song Xiaodong's family. Now we can start to prepare the land.
, I wonder what your plans are for the Song Xiaodong family in Lishugou?"
He didn't directly say that the villagers sent New Year's gifts to the tenants years ago and Song Qiu promised to continue to give them to the tenants. There was no need to use them to invite favors. Besides, Song Xiaodong's family returned the New Year's gifts, which was comparable to the gifts they sent.
It's still thick, which seems to be an advantage.
Huang Dakai and others didn't say anything, but they all looked at Song Qiu eagerly.
After hearing this, Song Qiu nodded without being verbose, "We are about to start preparing the land. There is no need to delay. If we delay, the seeds will not be in season. I am going to talk about this when I return to Zhuangzi."
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When Huang Dakai and several villagers who were recommended to come heard this, they all nodded happily and responded: "This is the reason, this is the reason."
Then I waited for Song Qiu’s next chapter.
"It just so happens that you are here today, and I said here that of the sixty acres, I plan to keep five acres for my own use, and the remaining forty-five acres will continue to be leased to you.
As for the rent, I will charge the same as Huang Yuanwai used to charge.
As for the number of tenants for each family, it will be decided based on the manpower of each family. Please let the village chief inform everyone to come to the village early tomorrow morning and register." Song Qiu said.
When Huang Dakai and others, including Village Chief Huang who did not share the land, heard this, they were very happy, and they were even more grateful to Song Qiu from the bottom of their hearts.
Huang Yuanwai was a member of their clan. When the land was leased to them, he only received 60% of the rent, which was 10% less than other landowners.
Don’t underestimate this percentage, it’s enough to feed a baby.
It was also Huang Yuanwai who was of the same race as them and close by blood, so he was able to get the extra ten percent of rent.
But Song Qiu was from a different race and village from them. To put it bluntly, he was an outsider. If he really didn't rent it to them, there was nothing they could do.
But not only did she rent, but she also continued the same rent. How could they not be grateful for this?
"I'm so grateful to Song Xiaodong's family!"
"We'll come and register early tomorrow morning!"
"Don't worry, Song Xiaodong! We will take good care of the land and plant the crops well to ensure a harvest! We will never damage the land!"
"Yes, yes, Song Xiaodong's family, you can rest assured that you will rent the land to us!"
After receiving the gratitude from several people, Song Qiu smiled.
She only charges 60% of the rent, which is 10% less than other landlords. It doesn't mean that she has so much money that she has no place to spend it, or that she's being charitable or anything like that.
These sixty acres of land include this village, and Huang Yuanwai originally gave up the price to give her an advantage.
This Huangjia Village is all members of Huang Yuanwai's tribe. He had collected rent like this before. She continued to collect rent like this because of Huang Yuanwai's face.
Another thing, this Zhuangzi has always been in Huangjia Village. It is better to make good friends than to offend someone.
If someone needs help, they will help wholeheartedly.
It's just 10% of the rent, so she doesn't lose anything.
As the saying goes, all favors are mutual. It was good for Song Qiu to sell this, and the people in Huangjia Village did not feel at ease and took it for granted.
At noon, twenty tenants brought some things to Zhuangzi.
This one has a basket of homemade vegetable steamed buns, and that one has a few duck and eggs.
Some also give you a piece of tofu.
Someone also found out somewhere that Song Qiu liked some strange things, so he caught a lot of snails from the paddy field at the entrance of the village and sent them to him.
They are all small things, but they are all within the capabilities of each family.
Before Song Qiu could say anything, everyone knocked on the door, placed it at the door, and walked away.
Lin Desheng had no time to respond and refuse, and everyone left.
Looking at the things lying around, I had no choice but to report them to Song Qiu and move them in one by one.
Ma followed behind and moved in. When he came in, he couldn't help but said: "Who picked up all the snails in the ditch and brought them as gifts."
Old Yuan stretched out her head and took a look, and saw that the bucket she was carrying was indeed filled with snails from the ditch. Oh my god, it was a big bucket!
It was so dark that it hurt my eyes just to look at it.
"This stuff doesn't taste good, and it's also very fishy. How do you make it? Just dump it in the depression and let the ducks peck at it."
Lin Desheng also couldn't laugh or cry, "The big brother who gave me this snail told me that he heard people said that our girl even cooks hard-shell crabs from the ditch so delicious. He thought that she might also like this snail, so he went to get it.
Already."
Song Qiu looked at the full bucket of snails. They were original, tender now, and the snail meat was even fresher than those in later generations. He couldn't help but smile, "This guy is really capable of causing trouble! Yes."
Who is it?"
"I heard people call him Dafu!" Lin Desheng said.
Great blessing?
Lin Dafu.
An image of a simple and honest man appeared in Song Qiu's mind, that is, the man who came late on New Year's Eve to give New Year's gifts. He was covered in scars and his family situation was not good.
The idea of sending this snail was a brainstorm.
She looked at Old Yuan and said with a smile: "Mistress, this is really good stuff! Wouldn't it be too wasteful for ducks to peck at it? I'll show off my skills tonight and make some stir-fried snails for you to try! It's guaranteed to be delicious.
very!"
When Old Yuan heard this, he hurriedly said: "Aqiu, you said it is a good thing, so this must be delicious! I am waiting to try the milk!"