The results of the actual investment declaration came out as scheduled three days later. Unsurprisingly, it was the Qingyu family that won the investment.
Zhufeng was not surprised. The only thing he was curious about was the amount of money from CIC, but Qingyu sold the money to the end. It wasn't until the two of them came to Tiancao Yamen, and Zhufeng took over his investment form from the Yamen, that he knew what it was.
How much silver.
Three hundred and one tael.
Zhufeng thought of Qingyu's words "just right" that day, and couldn't help but want to laugh.
But the official laughed before he did, "You and the He family, one offered three hundred taels, and the other offered three hundred and one taels. We all wonder if you have secretly inquired about the He family's surrender."
Zhufeng quickly clarified, "How can this happen? It's just good luck."
The government officials didn't care about this, "In short, although you only have one tael more, you still produce the most silver. So this land belongs to you."
Three hundred and one taels, one hundred acres of land, one farm tool, and ten strong cattle cannot be said to be cheap, but they are not expensive either. On the market, a young cow can be worth ten taels, and a mature cow can be worth thirteen taels.
Based on the average land price of 1,000,000,000 yuan, this transaction is quite feasible.
Because it is official land, there is no need to go to Zhuang Ya to apply for the deed like the landlord's private land. The yamen directly handles the deed. Finally, after paying the money, Qingyu and Zhufeng left Nei with the land deed and the livestock and farm equipment transaction deed.
city.
After returning to Taoyaju, considering that it was now the season of wheat fields, Zhufeng did not delay. After a little tidying up, he went to the countryside. He first came to Tian Debao's house and asked the eldest son of the Tian family to come with him.
People rushed to Dongyezhuang again.
The boss of Dongyezhuang got the news the day before and notified the tenants in advance. However, when he saw Zhufeng, he was still a little surprised. He didn't expect that the boss had actually been successful.
Zhuangtou introduced himself and his name turned out to be Zheng Mu. Then he asked Zhufeng and the eldest son of the Tian family to sit down for a while while he went to call the tenant farmers over.
Because it is a village, the tenants live very close to each other, and basically two voices can gather everyone together. When Zhufeng heard Zheng Mu shouting at the top of his voice a few times, he came back, and the three of them didn't wait long before the tenants came
Arriving one after another.
Twelve households of tenant farmers, more than sixty people came, basically everyone except the very old came. The empty space in front of the open house was filled.
More than sixty people stood in a tight group. After being exposed to the sun all year round, their skin looked dark and shiny. With just a slight wrinkle, their faces would wrinkle, and they looked very serious.
Everyone frowned and looked at Zhufeng expressionlessly.
The eldest son of the Tian family understood the thoughts of the tenant farmers to a certain extent. He could see the wariness and vigilance of the more than 60 people at a glance, so he whispered in Zhufeng's ear: "The rent on official land is generally less than that on private land. These people are now
I'm definitely worried that the rent will increase." It's unlikely that there will be trouble.
Zhufeng nodded slightly, wanting to show off to his new employer. He picked up the teacup and took a sip without saying anything, looking at the tenant booklet Zheng Mu gave him.
Twelve families have one hundred acres of land, and each family has at least six or seven acres, and some have more than ten acres. Most of these people probably only share the land with his family. Unlike the one in Pingpo Village, because it is
In the Hezi land, there are only 50 households with 13 households sharing the land.
Zheng Mu saw that he was looking carefully, mainly because he was too slow, so he urged him appropriately: "Boss Zhu, look, do you have anything to say?"
Zhufeng slowly flipped through the entire booklet. Not many people could read. Only four of the twelve households had their signatures, and the others had their fingerprints pressed.
Seeing that everyone was blinded by the sun, he put down the book, stood up with a smile, and said to the tenant farmers: "Everyone has worked hard, and you should also know that from now on, the land in Dongye Village belongs to me.
.”
The tenant farmers looked at him more and more seriously.
Zhufeng continued to smile kindly: "I know that this year's weather will not be easy for everyone, so we made a new lease." As he spoke, he took out a stack of tenancy deeds and said, "If anyone is literate, you can come and read it to everyone.
"
Sure enough, the contract was about to be re-signed, and the tenant farmers frowned even more tightly. The eldest son of the Tian family even saw some people clenching their fists, and he stood up worriedly.
Zhufeng seemed not to notice, shook the tenancy agreement in his hand, and silently asked, "Who wants to come?"
The tenant farmers looked at each other, and finally someone volunteered and said, "I'll do it." He strode up to Zhufeng, took the new tenant deed from his hand, and began to read it out loud, word by word.
Tenancy deeds are all printed uniformly by the yamen, and the contents are the same as the old ones, except for one place, which is the tenancy rent.
But when he was about to read "tenancy", the person who was reading couldn't help but stopped. He looked obviously shocked and glanced at Zhufeng, as if asking. It wasn't until Zhufeng nodded slightly that he continued to read, "
...50% for tenants, 55% for those who borrow farm tools, and 60% for those who borrow cattle..."
It was very quiet in the dam, so quiet that even the sound of mosquitoes could be clearly heard. Then, suddenly there was a burst of applause and cheers. Finally, I don’t know who took the lead in shouting "Evict the boss", and the tenant farmers followed suit in unison.
He shouted, his voice resounding.
Zheng Mu was also very surprised. Previously, the tenant rent was 60%, 70% for those who borrowed farm tools, and 80% for those who borrowed cattle. This was already the cheapest among all the tenants. He did not expect that as soon as the new owner came, he would
Tenant rents hit a new low, and the scenes of riots expected by tenant farmers were completely avoided.
Zhufeng waited for everyone to shout a few times, then raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet, and then said loudly: "Although God will not provide us with food this year, we ourselves cannot give up on ourselves. The earth is the foundation of survival, and your hands
, is the foundation on which everything is built.”
Although the tenant farmers didn't quite understand, they were still happy on their faces. The rent was 50%, which was more important than anything else. So they cheered again.
Zhufeng waited for everyone to be quiet again before continuing: "Although the heavens cannot be changed, the earth can. I am here today. In addition to signing a new contract with you, the most important thing is to teach you a set of land preparation techniques.
New approach."
A new method of land preparation? The tenant farmers were immediately confused. They had been farming for decades, so why did they need their boss to teach them about land preparation?
However, no one dared to ask directly about this, and everyone looked at Zhufeng in confusion.
Zhufeng continued: "My great-grandfather also encountered a severe drought back then, and the situation was even more severe than the current situation. The land was bare for thousands of miles, and there was no green in the four fields.
But God still left him a glimmer of hope. When his great-grandfather was out looking for wild vegetables to survive the famine, he found several green and vigorous wheat seedlings in a stone crevice next to a mouse hole.
My great-grandfather peeled away the rocks and saw that the ground below was quite moist, so he followed suit and figured out the technique of 'pressing rocks to preserve moisture'. Using this technique, wheat seedlings grew in the dry land."
After hearing this, the tenant farmers were shocked and surprised. Pressing rocks to protect moisture? I have never heard of it. What does it mean? Can dry land really be moistened by this method?
The eldest son of the Tian family and Zheng Mu were also a little confused. They were both farmers, but this was the first time they heard this statement. In previous years, it was common for crops to fail during severe droughts. How could they still contend with God?