Old Yaman walked in the field with his hands behind his back, followed closely by young Ledesang. In order to tame this knowledgeable young man, Old Yaman deliberately chose the muddiest and most difficult road, and walked fast and slowly.
, the direction is uncertain, the purpose is to make this young man suffer a little more.
Ledsan was sweating profusely from exhaustion, but as a low-level official who had just passed the selection examination, he cherished this learning opportunity. If he wanted to make his official career brighter, he must learn a strong skill, such as agricultural work.
The official told him more than once that old Yaman was his best farming teacher.
"These wheats need more water, remind those stupid new residents and ask them to water the wheat seedlings one more time."
"Okay sir, but... I want to know why you think these wheat seedlings are short of water?"
"Don't ask so many questions, do as I say, and write down everything I say."
Although Lao Yaman has never been an official, he is full of official spirit. This may be an innate talent of human beings. People who have never tasted power will become a people-pleaser even if they gain a little bit of power.
Looks disgusted.
"Tell them to clean up the weeds, especially the leafy grasses."
"What's the name of this grass?"
"I said, don't ask so many questions! Let them water the wheat again."
"How much water should I pour?"
"Don't ask any questions, just let them keep watering. When the time is right, I will ask them to stop."
Old Yaman sat next to a wheat field. At his age, it was obviously not easy to defeat a young man in physical strength, so he simply sat on the ground and directed Ledesang to run errands, except for farming matters.
, also includes some insignificant chores.
"Young man, buy me a can of wine. I want the best ale."
"Okay sir, but," the young man looked at Old Yaman awkwardly, "you haven't... given me the money yet."
"I happened to forget to bring money. It's less than a silver coin. Please help me put it in advance."
What is this? Asking for a bribe?
Ledesang endured all kinds of difficulties from Old Yaman until dusk. The tired young man did not learn any knowledge. He worked as a handyman for Old Yaman for a day, and was also forced to buy a bag for Old Yaman.
jug of wine and two pounds of tobacco.
Back home, Ledesang completely repeated what Old Yaman said one day. Old Yaman nodded, pointed to a pile of hay at the door and said: "Put these hays into the barn, don't let the dew hit them."
Wet."
The young man couldn't bear it and said: "Mr. Yaman, I am not the handyman you invited. I should not do such a job for you."
"Today's young people are really impatient," Old Yaman exhaled a puff of smoke, "I am already so old, and I have been walking with you in the fields for a whole day. Do you still want me to do such menial work?"
"Your sons are here, why don't you let them do it?"
"They worked in the fields all day and it was very hard."
"Don't I have to work hard?"
Old Yaman knocked the ashes from his pipe, looked at Ledesang and said, "Young man, the agricultural officer said that your job is to serve me. If you are not satisfied with this job, I will tell you what you just said.
Give it to the agricultural officers and ask them to find a more diligent young man to replace you."
Ledesang gritted his teeth and carried the bundles of straw into the warehouse.
Old Yaman lit the tobacco again, turned around and smiled at his sons: "See? This is a scholar. What's the use of reading so many books? He is just a slave under me."
Ledesang heard Old Yaman's words very clearly. After he finished moving the hay, Old Yaman wanted to ask him to do other things. Ledesang politely refused his request and went back in the evening breeze.
When I arrived at my residence in the city, I fell on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.
Not only Ledesan was very tired, but all the farmers were also tired. The farming tasks assigned to them by Reggie had exceeded their physical limits.
"A farmer has to take care of at least two pieces of land, which is nearly twenty acres of land!" the agricultural officer complained, "you can go to the fields and see, they don't even have the energy to water the wheat seedlings."
"Aren't there many new residents?" Reggie said, "We can give them more land."
"Are you kidding?" The agricultural officer looked at Reggie helplessly, "Those new residents haven't even touched the farm tools. The land was given to them and they can't grow anything."
Reggie glared at Nipoli, it seemed that he had put a lot of thought into the slave.
Most of these slaves were not from common people, and Nipoli deliberately selected a large number of nobles. The intention behind this was really beyond Reggie's understanding.
"Is it fun to do this?" Reggie said angrily, "Do you really like to trample these former nobles under your feet?"
"This is indeed a pleasant thing," Nipoli said with a smile, "Sir, please believe me, they can learn to farm and bring you different people."
"No matter what your thoughts are, you must go to Shazhou City again and buy me more slaves. This time I want real farmers. Don't forget to send some more pesticides to Emil. Remember to send more
Some."
"Why not raise the price a little for such a precious medicine?" Nipoli said, "I don't think Emil will refuse."
"It depends on his attitude," Reggie ate a piece of bacon and wiped his mouth. "If he still refuses to sell food to us, he will not be able to get cheap pesticides. If he is willing to change his mind, I
We don’t even need to charge for the barrels.”
Nipoli embarked on the voyage again, and when he arrived at the port of Shazhou City, he was surprised to find that the emir personally led the guards to welcome him in the square.
"My most precious friend, you are finally here!" Emil said with red eyes, "Do you know how anxious my expectant heart is?"
Nipoli said: "I'm afraid it's not me you're looking forward to, but my magical potion."
"I like your straightforwardness!" Emil smiled, "Tell me, how many potions did you bring?"
"Two thousand barrels, my lord, but we have to discuss the price carefully."
"Don't talk about the price yet. Come to my place for a drink. I have something important to tell you."
What could be more important than price? Does the cunning Emil want to get away with nothing again?
"Sir, I am carrying the Lord's orders on this trip, so let's talk about the price of the potion first..."
"Speaking of your lord, we also have a distinguished man here who wants to see him."
"I'm just a businessman. It's not for me to ask about matters between big shots. Let's deal with the price first..."
"Come with me quickly." Emil and Nipoli were not in the same rhythm at all. "I can't mention that big shot's name here. I have prepared a good green fruit wine. We have to have a good chat!"