Zhao Hu was proud and complacent. Zhao Shen turned around and said to the two people in the car: "Grandpa, seventh uncle, I'm afraid it's going to snow tonight. Do we really have to stay outside tonight?"
Zhao Song looked at Zhao Hu lightly.
When one person says it's going to snow, even if that person is his fifth brother, whom he slightly admires, Zhao Hu doesn't believe it. But if a second person says it's going to snow without any communication, even if the other person is his hated grandnephew
, Zhao Hu also had to believe it.
So he thought seriously, "The other courtyard is fully equipped with everything. It's no problem to keep out the cold, and it's no problem to stay there for ten days and a half. But if it snows heavily, will it be difficult to return to the city the day after tomorrow?"
Zhao Song asked someone to stop the car and held Chang Sui's hand out of the carriage. Zhao Shen quickly dismounted and helped him down.
Zhao Song stood on the roadside and looked at the gray-black sky. He closed his eyes and felt the speed of the wind. After a while, he said slowly: "Don't worry, it won't snow heavily this time."
After that, he didn't want to get in the car anymore, so he held Zhao Shen's hand and walked forward slowly.
Zhao Hu sat on the shaft of the carriage and asked the driver to drive the horse. He caught up and said, "Fifth brother, you are still sick, why don't you get on the carriage?"
Zhao Song waved his hand at him.
Zhao Hu shrank his neck, feeling cold, so he glanced at his servants, and someone immediately brought him a fox fur coat and put it on him. After gathering his clothes, he sat on the shaft of the carriage and followed Zhao Song slowly, keeping moving.
He preached to Zhao Shen, "Shen'er, why didn't you advise your grandfather? It's such a cold day. What if you get sick from the cold? You are just not as careful as Zheng'er. Although he is younger than you, he is better at studying than you.
There are many, and he is a kinder person than you..."
Zhao Shen automatically filtered out his words and only asked Zhao Song, "Can grandfather still walk?"
Zhao Song: "I'm just sick, not about to die."
Zhao Shen grinned and said, "Then let's go. Before we go out, I calculated a divination. My grandfather will have adventures during this trip, and his heart ailments will disappear."
When Zhao Song heard this, he couldn't help but glared at him, "Don't let your father know that you are playing with tortoise shell again, or he will break your hand."
This pair of father and son are at the extremes. Zhao Ming is the son who doesn't talk about strange powers and confuses gods, and stays away from them, while Zhao Shen dives in and takes the initiative to find ghosts and gods.
It gave Zhao Song a headache.
Thinking of this, Zhao Song felt depressed again. He felt that he must have committed evil in his previous life, otherwise how could he have such a pair of children and grandchildren and meet a nephew like Zhao Hanzhang.
It's simply not comfortable anywhere.
Zhao Song was immersed in his own thoughts and didn't notice the passage of time. Fortunately, the place where he got off the bus was not far from Zhao Hu's village. After walking through this section, it was downhill, and Zhao Hu's courtyard was built halfway up the mountain.
, the field facing him belongs to him, forming a big village.
There are ditches in the Zhuangzi. The huge Zhuangzi only planted about 20 acres of wheat. It was not that he did not want to plant more crops, but that he could not recruit people.
If he could cultivate these twenty acres, he could still use high-paying day laborers.
For such a large village, he recruited very few tenants, but in the end he spent a lot of money to buy them.
Zhao Hu felt heartbroken every time he counted the cost.
The Yamen's conditions for the refugees to settle down are too generous. Not only do they allocate fields for free, the Yamen also organizes servants to help them build houses and provide them with food relief. Even if it is just a simple thatched brick and mud house, the food relief is not much, so they need to tighten their belts.
Endure hunger.
But as soon as the children in the school had free time, they would go to the Yamen registration area to chat and settle accounts for them, saying that the court would exempt them from half of the tax and give them seeds and farm tools. As long as they survived a year and had a good harvest, their families would be happy.
Can I have food in reserve...
Not to mention they are a bunch of stupid people, even Zhao Hu couldn't help but feel moved when he heard this.
As a result, he could not recruit tenant farmers. Even though he had reduced the land rent to 40% and allowed them to borrow grain for the winter in advance, he still could not recruit many tenants;
It was even impossible to recruit long-term workers, and even the cost of buying slaves had increased a lot.
It is clear that the chaos has just ended and a large number of people are in exile. It is said that people are very cheap at this time, at least not much more expensive than a chicken. As a result, you can now buy two cows for the price of one person.
In order to plant the land, Zhao Hu had to spend a lot of money to steal day laborers from the government, and bought a few people who looked like they couldn't cultivate the land to support themselves, but they were managed by people who were good at managing people. Only then did Zhuangzi survive.
To be honest, Zhao Hu regretted it a bit. He should have listened to Zhao Hanzhang and not bought this land.
Alas, it was a pity that he thought that Zhao Hanzhang was jealous of him. After all, he was the one who could buy a hectare of land in the suburbs of Beijing to build a farm.
In one piece!
Close to the water!
Wang Yan was not as capable as him before!
Zhao Hu feels proud just thinking about it. This is the legacy he has laid for future generations.
As a result, most of this land is now deserted, but Zhao Hanzhang also promulgated an illegal regulation. If a piece of land has been deserted for three consecutive years, she will take it back to the country.
Zhao Hu was feeling sentimental about his Dazhuangzi when he suddenly heard the noise and immediately became furious, "I just treated them too well, so I learned the rules so laxly and dared to act so arrogantly in front of us!"
As a servant in Xiping, who would dare to make a noise in front of them?
The beautiful scenery and the peaceful atmosphere were ruined by them!
Zhao Shen glanced at him and said, "Seventh uncle, a guest is here."
Zhao Hu took a closer look and realized that there were many people at the entrance of Zhuangzi. Behind them were a dozen carts and three ox carts, but there were also nearly a hundred ragged people following behind them. At first glance, they were refugees.
Zhao Hu was startled, shrank back into the car door, and waved to Zhao Song eagerly, "Refugee, fifth brother, come up quickly, I'll run away first."
Refugees, if there is no army on their side, here in Zhao Hu, they are equated with bandits.
They only brought about twenty guards, and they would definitely not be able to defeat these people.
They looked hungry and cold at first glance. How could they resist robbing them when they saw how rich they were?
Zhao Hu would never risk his own life.
Zhao Song did not move and waved to him, "What are you afraid of? This is Luoyang."
Isn’t Luoyang scary?
When people are hungry, no matter where they are, they will rob them even in hell. Being hungry is more terrifying than death.
Of course, Zhao Hu himself had never been hungry, but he took in so many refugees and often heard them talk about it.
When people are extremely hungry, they even want to cut themselves off and eat them, let alone them?
Zhao Shen said: "Seventh Uncle, don't be afraid. As long as you provide food to help, they will definitely not rob you."
"You fart, can you still control them?"
Zhao Shen grinned at him: "I can't control it, but isn't there a general?"
"They have worked so hard to come to Luoyang. Seeing the city in front of them, do you think they would want to die here? They came to seek refuge with the general."
"That's right," Zhao Song said: "If it were robbed, your village would have been robbed long ago. Why would you still be quarreling with your servants at the door? Let's go."
Zhao Hu was unwilling, but could only move forward slowly.