"Send it off? That's a nice thing to say! The first daughter-in-law is the first daughter-in-law, so isn't the first-law daughter in my sixth house not the first daughter-in-law?" The impatient Li Liulang spoke first, with an angry look on his face, "It's said to be a gift, but it's actually a gift.
If you give me my sixth-floor daughter-in-law in exchange, is this plow made of gold?"
This time, the person chosen to marry into the Liao family was Li Liulang's sister. I couldn't blame him for being so anxious.
"I don't know if that plow is made of gold, but if it is true as my father said, one day can plow more than a hundred skilled farmers, then it is not an exaggeration to call this plow a golden plow." Grandson of Taigong Li,
Li Dalang took over the conversation and said calmly.
Taigong Li nodded approvingly, stretched out his hand to stop everyone, and said: "That's right. Da Lang's words are very useful in cultivating and reading family inheritance. What we cultivate is the land and what we read is books. To put it crudely, it's really nothing more than money and food.
Two words. But where does the money and food come from? In the final analysis, it all comes from the land. Only with land can we be confident. Otherwise, how could the big house be so eager after hearing what Liao Gongyuan said? "
"In the past few months, Dafang listened to other people's words and drove up the price of food. In the end, he suffered a big loss. Now he only listens to Liao Gongyuan's words. Is it deceptive?"
"It's because I suffered a big loss that I'm anxious to get back my money. Hanzhong used to be mostly cultivated land, but now as long as there is a way to cultivate it, I can invest money and food for one year at most, and I can start to get back my money in the second year. This is a good thing
, naturally I rushed to get it."
"But I only heard about the Eight Ox Plows and haven't seen the real thing. How do I know whether it is true or false?"
"If it's fake, it's easy to say, just reply directly. But what if it's true? So what?"
"If it's true, it's not impossible to consider..."
"Isn't it your daughter that I want?"
"Hey, why do you say this? Aren't all girls in this family going to get married sooner or later? Then Liao Gongyuan has some status, so it can't be said to be an insult..."
While everyone was talking, the topic changed.
Although girls from aristocratic families sound noble, in fact, many are sold as goods. It just depends on whether the goods given by the owner are worth the price.
In the eyes of most of the Li family, if the Ba Niu Li is really as powerful as the news from the big house, then it would not be unreasonable to be a little more reserved and finally make some gestures to choose a legitimate daughter to marry into the Liao family.
Can.
After all, Liao Li is considered a figure, and he has the title of Captain of Changshui! By marrying the Liao family, Liufang can gain some popularity no matter what. More importantly, looking at what Zhuge Villager has done in the past, Ten
It is almost impossible for aristocratic families to go to Hanzhong to cultivate fields safely. Liufang is related by marriage to Liao Hanyuan, so through his identity, he can cultivate fields in Hanzhong without any scruples.
It doesn't need to be like other houses. It is estimated that some serfs will have to be released. If you use those people's names to cultivate the wasteland, you will definitely be timid and it will not be as convenient as your own. Thinking about it this way, this matter is not entirely a bad thing.
All of the above are added together, which is the price proposed by the Liao family for the legitimate daughter. Whether she can sell it or not depends on what the Li family wants to do with the six-bedroom house this time.
Thinking of this, everyone's voices became lower and lower, and they couldn't help but look at Taigong Li who was sitting on the throne.
Finally, the white-haired old man spoke: "Master, can you confirm this?"
Taigong Li's expression was a little complicated, and his eyes were a little wandering. He didn't know what he was thinking, and finally nodded: "It can't be wrong. A few days ago, the housekeeper in the house heard from the housekeeper of the Feng family next door that his house will be closed in a while.
I want to go to Hanzhong. I heard from Liao Gongyuan that the Ba Niu Li has something to do with Feng Dianzi."
When everyone heard this, their expressions became a little complicated.
When Feng Dianzi first moved here, there was only a small village of 500 acres. If Liu Bei hadn't rewarded the village with some people's worries, I'm afraid that the family would have taken advantage of Feng Dianzi before he could get it.
When he wakes up, he swallows it until all the dregs are left.
Later, the housekeeper found his family and said that he wanted to exchange the land. He also thought that when the limelight passed, Zhuangzi would fall into his hands sooner or later, so he happily took his family's 100 acres of land in Xiali Village in exchange for it.
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Unexpectedly, it has only been a few months, and not only is the small village still safe and stable, but its surname is Feng, it has even exchanged hundreds of acres of farmland from its own village. Now, let alone taking that village away, I don’t even dare to think about it.
also.
"Mom, I'm back."
In the evening, Gouzi once again won the first place when he endorsed in the open space above the village. He jumped back to the small thatched house where he and his mother lived. When he saw his mother squatting at the door and burning a clay pot, he couldn't help but ask.
: "Mom, is this a fire? Didn't my child say that there will be a reward from the master's house today? Look, this is steamed buns."
With that said, Gouzi took out two steamed buns from his arms and handed them over.
Gouzi's mother raised her head and looked at her son, her eyes full of joy: "My son is back? You can take it into the house first, and I will cook it for you and give you something delicious."
"What did grandma cook?"
Gouzi obediently took the steamed buns back into the house, then walked out and asked.
"It's chickens. The housekeeper said that because the master's family used the land rented by our family to grow next year's grain, our family has also made a contribution to the village, so this month, the chickens produced by our hens can be kept.
Eat for yourself. No, today is the first one. I will replenish your health later. I have to go to the master’s house every day, work and study at the same time. It’s too hard.”
Gouzi's mother's face was red and she said happily.
Because Gouzi studied well and was very popular with his family, when Gouzi's family received the chicks, the housekeeper also gave him an extra half-grown pullet. It had already started laying eggs a month ago, but
All eggs must be handed over to the owner.
Most ancient people valued credibility, and the farmers were grateful to Feng Yong, the owner. The housekeeper didn't need to rush her, so Gouzi's mother took the initiative to hand over the eggs she had laid.
Gouzi sat at the door of the thatched house, touching his chin with his hands, and said: "Mom, I can often eat chicken at the master's house, so you should eat it."
"Nonsense! Even noble people dare not say that they can eat this chicken regularly. Even if you try to coax me, you can't coax me like this."
Gouzi’s mother glared at Gouzi.
Gouzi didn't refute, but his eyes were a little erratic, as if he had something on his mind.
The dog's mother didn't pay attention, and squatted down to blow the fire again.
"Mom, I want to tell you something."
"What's the matter?"
"My master is going to Hanzhong in a while."
When Gouzi's mother heard this, she nodded and said, "I heard the housekeeper mention this two days ago. I heard that he had made great contributions, so the emperor asked him to take charge of Hanzhong."
"It's not about Hanzhong, it's about Hanzhong's farming. Someone else is in charge of Hanzhong."
"Oh, you kid, you've been reading for a few days and you're still telling me the truth? Didn't the emperor already say it? Farming is the most serious thing in the world. The master can take care of the most serious thing in Hanzhong, and What’s the difference between Guan Hanzhong?”
Gouzi:......
When Gouzi's mother said this, she remembered something. She turned around and asked, "Now that you have said that, I have remembered it. If the master is gone, doesn't it mean that there is no one to teach you how to read? How can this be? good?"