After dinner, Bai Jiaxuan walked into the traditional Chinese medicine hall in Bailu Town. The face he wore was exactly the opposite of his mood. He was burning with enthusiasm and ambition, but his face showed pitiful helplessness, exhaustion and haggard.
The look on his face made people feel pity. He told Mr. Leng in a heavy and pitiful voice that his father died suddenly, his wife was short-lived, and his family's financial situation was well-known disasters. He lamented that he was almost at the end of his life, and that his ancestors' family fortune was destined to be ruined.
The ruins fell into his hands. This was really the end of the Bai family, and it could not be reversed. He had reached this point and the road was dead. The next step was to jump down from a cliff or a well, so he had to sell the heart of his ancestors - the river.
There are two acres of watered land here. Check every house in Bailu Village. The one who has the strength to buy these two acres of watered land at once is unless Lu Zilin can’t count the second house. I hope Mr. Leng will see that he is friends with his late father.
Out of deep love, he was able to come forward to negotiate with the Lu family and mediate the mediation. At this time, he burst into tears, saying that selling off the ancestral property was an unworthy descendant. Bai Jiaxuan would be a shameful prodigal among the villagers in Bailu Village and even Bailuyuan.
Reputation. After hearing this, Mr. Leng asked coldly: "If you think about it again, could you not sell the land?" Bai Jiaxuan scolded him further. The first six women had spent all the money his father had saved over the past few decades, and they had all sold it in succession.
Two mules were lost. Even if all the red horses and oxen available at the trough were brought to the market and sold, they would not be enough to pay for a bride. It cost him more to order one woman now than to order five women before. Besides,
He thought over and over how to farm the land after selling the livestock countless times, but the only way was to sell the land. Mr. Leng's face seemed to be moved: "Just ask someone to be a matchmaker and marry a wife. If you don't have enough money, take the land from me."
It cannot be sold. It is easy for you to sell two acres of watered land, but it is difficult to buy another two acres of watered land. Seeing you selling land and asking me to be the middleman, I will die without the face to see Uncle Bingde." Jiaxuan seemed even more worried.
Sad, silent.
When Mr. Leng’s father, Mr. Leng, opened this traditional Chinese medicine shop in Bailu Town for medical treatment, he had to rely on the strong support of Jiaxuan’s grandfather. Otherwise, it would be difficult for a foreigner with roots in Nanyuan Mountain to get a foothold in Bailu Town. Jiaxuan
Xuan's grandfather used pack mules to transport Chinese medicinal materials from the mountains, and Mr. Leng unloaded whatever he needed. The trade in Chinese medicinal materials developed into a mutual loyalty, which spread to Mr. Leng and Jiaxuan's father Bingde.
They have become irreconcilable friends.
Mr. Leng's loyalty and help made Jiaxuan deeply moved and resentful. Bai Jiaxuan was planning for the Lu family's feng shui treasure land, using the strategy of retreating first and then advancing; Brother Leng, who was deeply loyal, didn't know the truth yet, and it was inconvenient to tell him.
. He still said euphemistically: "Brother, if you borrow money, you have to pay it back. According to my current family situation and luck, if you dare to give it to me, I dare not take it. What if I marry a woman and have troubles?
My father told me more than a hundred times when he was still alive that our two families are friends of friendship, not friendship. Only friendship can be a friendship for the whole world. What if I become poor and bankrupt and can't pay my debts? I can't do anything anyway..." Jiaxuan said sincerely.
His words made the loyal Mr. Leng change his original intention. He sighed and finally agreed to talk to Lu Zilin. He also solemnly declared that this was just for once. If he sells his business again in the future, he should not come to him. He couldn't bear to deal with such a sad situation.
thing.
Mr. Leng could predict the outcome of this matter without predicting it. The River Land is a golden basin with two harvests a year. The Lu family has been blessed with good fortune in recent years. They have long planned to expand their real estate but have been unable to do so. Those who have been hit by bad luck
Those who were knocked down would rather go out begging with date sticks than sell their land. Occasionally, those who reluctantly gave up their land and sold it mostly sold dry land on the original slope. However, some people who couldn't pull the bolt gritted their teeth and sold water land for only three to eight cents.
, It doesn’t mean much. Out of etiquette considerations, Mr. Leng walked into the Lu family’s yard in person. When Lu Zilin’s father, Lu Taiheng, heard that the Bai family was selling two acres of water land, he thought there was something wrong with his ears and was stunned.
Looking intently at Mr. Leng's cold face, he was convinced that what this man said was not deceitful. He raised his head and said: "Although Brother Bingde is no longer alive, how can I buy his land? Jiaxuan's nephew has been there for the past few years."
You're having bad luck, come and tell me if you're really desperate. Send my message to Jiaxuan. If you need the money or food in a hurry, take it from me, and don't dare to sell the land." Lu Taiheng was completely like this.
The tender heart of a kind and loyal elder. Mr. Leng repeatedly explained Jiaxuan’s motivation for selling land, and used the fact that he wanted to lend money to Jiaxuan to prove it. Lu Taiheng remained stern and unmoved.
His expression: "Even if nephew Jiaxuan sincerely sells the land, I can't buy it. Why do people say that I take advantage of others' difficulties to pick up the pieces and it's cheap? How can I live up to the Bingde brothers who are gone? Jiaxuan's nephew wants to sell water."
I can't stop the land, but I can't buy it. Let him sell it to others." Mr. Leng smiled and said: "Okay, my uncle, who among the small families in Bailu Village can buy two acres of watered land at one time?
Vague, in fact, you bought this land to help your nephew Jiaxuan solve his crisis, so don’t worry about anything anymore." At this point, Lu Taiheng felt completely at ease, and the surprise when he first heard the good news has turned into a reliable one.
It was unmistakable truth, and his mood calmed down. After this conversation, he not only eliminated the bad reputation of taking advantage of people's distress to plunder family property, but also verified that Jiaxuan's land sale was true and would not change his mind midway. As for the
If someone else were to buy it, then he would be the one from Bailu Village in terms of strength. Lu Taiheng said in a resigned tone: "Since you say so, let's just forget about it. Come down and follow me."
Lin went to negotiate. He and Jiaxuan are brothers, easy to talk to and easy to deal with. How can I, an elder, talk to a baby and do such things? Besides, Zi Lin is an adult. This is to give him land...
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Mr. Leng appointed Wang Xiang, a clerk from the drug store, to order eight dishes at a restaurant in the town and bring him a bottle of shochu. He sat in the upper seat and asked the principals of the Bailu family to sit on each side of the square table.
Sitting there was the old scholar Lu Taihe. Mr. Leng was always concise and to the point. Without any greetings, he took the lead in raising his wine cup and touched it with the three of them and drank it down. Then he went straight to the topic: "There is no need to talk about the matter anymore. Now I just talk about how to do it. If you have anything to say, tell me clearly.
Don't talk about it later." Everything was progressing according to the track planned by everyone, and there were no mistakes. Jiaxuan naturally put on the shameful face of a prodigal. After sipping a cup of wine, he said: "I'm ashamed to sell my ancestors' property.
You don’t have the face to meet people, how dare you argue more and more, Mr. Young Master, you are fair in dealing with things, I will do it as you say, I won’t say anything.” Lu Zilin had already received the teachings from his father, strictly controlled his emotions, and treated the land buyer
He completely hid his pride and excitement, showing his sympathy and compassion for the misfortunes of the Bai brothers, and said generously: "Brother, please do what you want. Since we brothers can trust you, it's okay for anyone to say anything in the future."
You can do whatever you say, man." Mr. Leng drank several glasses of wine in a row, and Leng Leng's face began to turn rosy, and he showed an upright demeanor: "I don't want to say it clearly. You two are white people.
We are a big family in Lucun, and my two fathers and my father are close friends. Although I have no intention of taking sides, but having said that, no matter how accurate the ruler is, the cloth cannot be measured accurately, so I need your forgiveness from these two wise brothers." After that,
He glanced sharply at Lu Zilin, who answered with the same firm eyes. Mr. Leng turned his head and looked at Bai Jiaxuan, but Bai Jiaxuan covered his cheeks and lowered his head as if he was about to cry. Mr. Leng tightened his grip
He followed up and asked: "Jiaxuan seems to be regretting it, so it's not too late now. People say that the wall that was knocked down by the water poured out is difficult to recover and help. The wall has not fallen down before the water has been poured on it. It's not too late for you to say so."
Jiaxuan raised his head, a thin layer of sweat broke out on his head, and said: "I regret it, but I don't regret it. I am just afraid of the resentment of the descendants and the ridicule of the township party." Then he hesitated and said the idea of exchanging land: 2
Mu of irrigated land was still sold to Lu Zilin, and the two acres of slowly sloping land on the original slope of the Lu family were transferred to the Bai family. The difference in price for the exchange of good land for inferior land was paid by the Lu family to the Bai family. After Jiaxuan said this plan, he suddenly stood up
, put his hand on his chest and said with a red face: "It's all just to save face. I hope Mr. Brother and Brother Zilin will be tolerant." As soon as these words came out, it was an extraneous issue after all. Mr. Leng said unhappily: "Since this is the case,
, you should have said it earlier, so that I could talk it over with the buyer earlier. But it’s better to say it now..." After saying that, he glanced at Lu Zilin. Lu Zilin originally thought that Jiaxuan would regret and change his mind when the matter was about to come, but he was afraid that he would get it.
The two acres of watered land turned yellow again. He understood that it was a land exchange, so he said with open-mindedness: "It's good, as long as Brother Yu Jiaxuan looks good, that's it." Of course, Mr. Leng himself was not interested in consensual matters.
There is nothing more to say, but this sudden change disrupted the estimate of land price that he had exchanged with the two parties in advance, and a adaptable method was quickly formed. "Since there is such a small change, this matter is not difficult to handle."
Mr. Leng said, "The water land in Jiaxuan is Tianzihao land, and the slow slope land in Zilin is Renzihao land. The price of Tianzihao land and Renzihao land can be exchanged according to the amount of grain collected by the court. If you two agree
With this method, things couldn't be easier." Whether Bai Jiaxuan or Lu Zilin, what they are most familiar with may not be their own palms but their land. None of them can figure out which emperor of which dynasty started with them.
The land in Bailuyuan is divided into six levels according to "the right time, place, and people", and the amount of imperial grain paid is levied according to different levels; they are clearly familiar with the level of each piece of land and the amount of royal grain paid, and are no less familiar with it.
His own palm. The grade of the land was determined by the government and the county government, and the figure for the imperial grain collection was also determined by the government. There was no suspicion of favoritism between one and the other. Naturally, they both accepted it. Mr. Leng brought the abacus and presented it to the old scholar.
Said: "You calculate the exchange." The old scholar flipped the beads on the abacus, dialing it twice. One mu of Tianzi land can be roughly equivalent to four acres of Herringbone land. From this, it was deduced that Lu Zilin should give Bai Jiaxuan the net amount.
How many stones and bundles of silver would it be if converted into grain or cotton according to the market price? Mr. Leng tilted his head and said to the old scholar: "It's your turn to get busy now." The old scholar then took the inkstone sent by Wang Xiang, the clerk of the drug store.
, began to study ink. The duty he was invited to do was very simple, that is, to write a contract for the sale and purchase of land after the two parties had talked about it.