Transmigrated into the Pastoral Scenery

Before Song Jingwei married into Chashan Village, people in the village rumored that he might have been abused and abandoned by others, and he had a wild seed in his stomach.In order to preserve his reputation, the Song family decided to marry him off to the dumb son of the eldest son of the Shen family.

These words came from the mouths of a few gossiping women in the village, and most people would not spread rumors so heartlessly.There is a saying that three people become tigers, one spreads to ten, and ten spreads to a hundred. Those folks who don't know anything think it is the truth, so they believe that the marriage between Song Jingwei and the Shen family is like this, and there is a kind of so-so reason. consciousness.

The so-called people need shame and bark, they know it clearly in their hearts, but they don't show it in front of the Shen family, at most they talk about it in private.

This morning, the May breeze was blowing in the quiet and peaceful Chashan Village, and two figures not far from each other were walking on the narrow path in the countryside.Looking from the foot of the mountain, you can see patches of green tea fields, and groups of people working in the tea fields are chatting and laughing.

Occasionally, I looked up and saw a pair of newlyweds walking by, and the topics they talked about became more abundant.

Shen Junxi looked at the crowds of people, and led Song Jingwei to a place where there were few people.He is a native of Chashan Village, he knows how powerful those uncles and aunts are, and he doesn't want Song Jingwei to hear those embarrassing words.

At the foot of Xiaoliang Mountain, there is a large piece of flat fertile land. The area is very vast, surrounded by mountains on two sides, by water on one side, and facing Chashan Village to the south.

"Hmm..." Shen Junxi stopped, and stretched out his arms to gesture for this large area. This is the Song family's field in Chashan Village.

"Is there someone planting in the field?" Song Jingwei saw that many villagers were working in this field, some fields were growing crops, and some were still digging the soil.

"..." Shen Junxi didn't bring a pen and ink when he went out in the morning. After thinking about it, he took Song Jingwei down to the field and found a random villager.

The working villager was in his forties and had the same dark complexion as Shen Dongming. When he saw that he was the young master of the Song family and the new daughter-in-law of the big house of the Shen family, he stopped his farm work.

Song Jingwei came with doubts, and asked him directly: "This fellow, is your family a tenant who rents the Song family's land?"

The villager shook his head and replied: "I don't know about this. The fields are rented. I don't know who owns these fields."

Song Jingwei said: "How do you pay the rent every year?"

"There will be stewards who will bring the land deed to collect the rent. We will pay the rent when we see the land deed. The people who come to collect the rent are different every year, but it has not changed in the past three years." The villagers were puzzled, but they were honest.

Song Jingwei thought about it, which meant that the Song family had only acquired this land in the last three years. He took out a land deed from his arms and showed it to the villagers: "Look, is this the land deed?"

When the villagers saw it, it was the same as what they had seen before, and there was a seal of the government. He nodded and said, "Yes, this is the one." So this land belongs to the Song family?He was a little surprised to see Song Jingwei's eyes.

"If I want to take back these lands, can I?" Song Jingwei looked at him and said.

The villagers opened their mouths wide and were surprised: "You want to take back these lands and don't rent them to us?" He reacted greatly, blushing with excitement, and said, "How can we do that? If you don't rent the land to us, how can we live?" Life?"

Song Jing frowned slightly and remained silent.

Pointing to the villagers who were working, the villagers said: "We, the tenants who rent the land, live on these fields. If you don't rent the land, we can't live."

"How many are there?" he asked.

"Twenty or so." The villagers answered uncertainly. They were afraid that Song Jingwei would tell the truth and would not rent these lands to them, and begged: "Master Song, please do me a favor and don't take back these lands. The elders of our family Xiaodu lives on these ten acres of land, and if you take it back, our family's livelihood will be cut off."

Song Jingwei did not expect to encounter such trouble.He pondered for a moment, then temporarily said: "Let's put this matter aside for now, and I'll think about it later."

I walked around a few times with Shen Junxi, and this place is indeed a rare and good place.Moreover, the waterway is accessible, and there is a pier ten miles ahead. There is a market every tenth of the month, and there are many businessmen.

Although 150 mu of land, the annual rent alone is quite a lot, but for Song Jingwei, those are not enough.After seeing the land, he had a new idea. In addition to building houses, he could also develop agriculture.

But the tenants are a difficult problem to solve.

It was almost noon when we returned to Shen's house. After lunch, Shen Dongming started to build the hut, with Shen Junxi helping his father.

Mrs. Yang took out her needle and thread to embroider in the house, looked up at her daughter-in-law sitting opposite from time to time, and finally summoned up the courage to say, "Daughter-in-law, I heard from his father that you want to build a new house?"

Song Jingwei regained his composure, and replied, "I have this idea." He had been thinking about the land, and seemed absent-minded.

Yang Shi nodded and said: "Oh, but the family doesn't have much money." She was as shy as Shen Junxi, and she lowered her eyebrows when she spoke.

"Don't worry about money." Song Jingwei thought for a while and asked, "Do you know how much income six or seven acres of land can earn in a year?"

Yang didn't expect her daughter-in-law to ask such a question, maybe she was curious?She replied with all her heart: "This mother is not sure, it depends on what is planted. Our family has ten acres of land, and we plant tea trees. We pick three seasons of tea a year, and we can earn about 30 taels of silver." Shen Dongming The craftsmanship is good, and the tea sold by his family is relatively good.

"What about other crops?" Two to thirty taels, it seems that it is not worth the money of a hair crown.

"Rarely, it's about two or thirty taels of silver, or four or fifty taels at most, and it would take tens of acres of land." Yang said with a smile, the income of farmers' families is so small, and it can't be compared with merchants. It is even more incomparable with the Song family.

"It's too hard for two or three people to work on dozens of acres of land." Therefore, most of the family's income is around 30 to 50 taels, and most of them should be less.The eldest son of the Shen family had such a tight life because most of the money was used to study and treat illnesses, and later to save money for Shen Junxi to marry a wife.Song Jingwei said: "If you give them a job with an annual income of [-] taels, will they be willing?"

"Of course I would." But Yang blinked doubtfully and said, "How can there be such a good job? In our place, who is willing to spend 50 taels a year to hire someone to work?"

Song Jingwei said: "I am willing to pay so much money."

As night fell, Shen Dongming finally built the outline of the hut, only waiting for the thatch to be covered tomorrow.He climbed down from the shelf and said to Shen Junxi who was on the ground: "Okay, let's do it tomorrow, and hope it won't rain tomorrow."

Look at the sky, it won't rain.

Shen Junxi looked up at the colorful clouds in the sky, and then at the windows of their room.There was a faint light there, and it was Song Jingwei who was reading, writing and painting inside.

"Shen Da! Shen Da!" The father and son were startled by the hasty knock on the door, Shen Dongming immediately went to open the door, Shen Junxi hesitated for a while, then followed suit.

Shen Dongming opened the door and saw men from seven or eight villages blocking the gate of his courtyard. What are they doing here at this hour?

"Big brothers, what are you doing here?"

"Shen Da, let's find the Song family's young master."

Shen Dongming asked, "What can you do with my daughter-in-law?"

Those men said: "Let us go in first, or let your daughter-in-law come out, we need to find him."

Such a tone of speaking made Shen Dongming unable to distinguish between good and evil, he felt that he should not let people in, so he turned to Shen Junxi and said, "Brother Xi, go and ask your wife, what's wrong?"

Shen Junxi took a few glances, and felt that these men looked familiar, maybe they had seen them in the field during the day.He nodded, vaguely understanding the purpose of these people.

Song Jingwei, who was planning, was startled by Shen Junxi who walked in. Seeing his expressive expression, Song Jingwei gave him the pen and paper.

This action was so natural that Shen Junxi was stunned for a moment, and then he walked over and wrote: "Someone is looking for you, it is a tenant who rented the land."

Song Jingwei glanced at it, got up and went out.He was thinking about when to call these people for a meeting, and these people came.

That's fine.

When he came out, he saw that Shen Dongming blocked people outside, but he didn't invite them in, so he went to the front and said to them: "Fellow folks, are you here for the land lease?"

Everyone said in unison: "Yes, Young Master Song, we heard that you want to take back our land? Is this true?"

Song Jingwei glanced at their anxious expressions, nodded, and said, "It's true, but don't worry, I won't cut off your source of livelihood. In fact, I will take back this land for planting, and I will definitely be busy alone. If you don’t come, I will pay a high price to hire a long-term worker.”

"High price?" Everyone was attracted by the word "high price", and asked curiously, "How high?"

Song Jingwei said: "One year, at least 30 taels of silver, if there are two people in your family, it will be 60 taels of silver."

30 taels for one person, 60 taels for two people?

Everyone gasped and asked, "Really or fake?" You must know that their family has worked hard to plant for a year, and their income is only 30 taels.Song Jingwei opened his mouth and said 30 taels per person, they didn't quite believe it.

"It's true, I'm not lying." Song Jingwei said.

The villagers peeped at each other, and for a while found it difficult to accept, or unbelievable.But the other party is the young master of the richest family, and he is not short of money, so it should not be a joke.They hope that this is true, because they are all doing farm work, whoever they help, and the money is the reason.

"At that time, a long-term employment contract will be signed, with a seal and signature, so no one can be deceived."

After saying this, the suspicious expressions of the villagers gradually faded away, and then they showed joy, and asked again worriedly: "Do you really have 30 taels per person?"

"Well, as long as you meet the requirements of a long-term worker, you will get 30 taels." Song Jingwei said hello in advance: "You are not old enough, too old, lazy, cheating, and in poor health. Don't worry about these things."

The folks thought, of course, those who go to work are those who can do things, so they can afford 30 taels.Their annual income is not high. At this time, they hope to get 30 taels per person, and they are very happy.

A simple and honest man asked, "Then when shall we help you with your work?"

Song Jingwei said: "I can't be in a hurry for the time being. Apart from the eight of you, there are a dozen or twenty other companies that have not discussed."

Hearing this, the faces of the villagers became embarrassing, because they suddenly remembered something bad, and said, "Young Master Song, hurry up and go to the village chief's house, Sun Zheng and his uncle, grandson Laizi, went to make trouble. "

The author has something to say: change a BUG ~ Sun Laizi is the uncle, and Sun is the nephew