The Prodigal Son of Zhenguan

Wu Liangye and other guards were overjoyed when they heard this, and they immediately bowed their hands to express their gratitude.

"Thank you, my dear!"

Li Fu waved his hand and said with a smile, "Let's go! Let's go home!"

Go home!

Li Fu changed his clothes and went to the hall. The round table in the hall was already filled with wine and food. All of them were made by the kitchen according to Li Fu's taste.

A pig was killed in the farm two days ago, and the internal organs and offal were specially kept.

The cook in the kitchen thought that his husband would like this, so after bringing it back, he cleaned it up, put it in the jar in the yard, and put the lid on it to freeze it.

Now, as soon as his husband came back, the pig offal was used.

Li Fu saw the dishes on the table and looked at Xiao Tao.

"Did the pig get killed in the farm?" Li Fu asked.

"Yes, we slaughtered a few pigs a few days ago. It's almost the New Year, and the farmers have started to prepare for the New Year." Xiao Tao smiled.

"Time flies so fast." Li Fu sighed.

But when I was in Linying, I felt that time passed slowly. At that time, I stayed in the tent every day, or went to the construction site to watch Lao Yan build houses for people.

Life was hard at that time, and it felt a little harder to bear.

Even if Li Fu had not been recognized as a relative by the emperor, he had never lived such a life.

After all, he was a small landlord. Even if he was poor, he had land and food and daily necessities, which was completely different from the disaster area.

"How is the harvest in the farm this year?" Li Fu asked.

Since he went to Linying to provide disaster relief after the flood, he did not ask too much about the farm. It was not easy to communicate with each other, and he only talked about the important things in Chang'an City.

"This year's harvest is about the same as last year's." Old Zhou said, "Although Guanzhong suffered a disaster, we handled it properly before, and the land was not affected much, but other places are different."

"The harvests of those who used to work on our farm were not as good as ours. The heavy rain caused the water level in the river to surge, and the overflowing water flooded the crops. It was not drained out in time, and the roots of the crops rotted."

"This year is not a good year." Li Fu sighed.

It may not be good next year.

While eating, Li Fu listened to Old Zhou talking about the farm.

"When you were away, I took the initiative to buy a group of people back." Old Zhou said, "It was because of the flood that many people left their homes and came to Chang'an. They had no way to make a living, so they had to sell their children. They were all from good families. If it weren't for this kind of thing, no one would be willing to do this."

Li Fu nodded.

"Well, you handled this matter well, and it also gave those families a way to survive." Li Fu said.

With money, they have more hope to survive in Chang'an City or around Chang'an. At worst, they have money to return home.

If they come to Chang'an City, they are refugees, without houses and land. There is no other way to choose except to work for others to earn money.

If they return to their hometown, they will take back their original land in the place where their household registration is located after the disaster, and they will still be good families.

"How do you settle the people you bought?" Li Fu asked.

"For now, they are all settled in the houses built at the construction site of the new house. They have a place to shelter from the wind and rain. On weekdays, they work in the workshop. Some caravans that travel to and from Chang'an follow them to adapt in advance. If they are not used in the house in the future, they can be placed in shops or caravans. There will always be work to do." Lao Zhou said.

If there was no shortage of manpower in these places, Lao Zhou would not have bought back so many people.

Now, just the tea shop needs a lot of manpower, and these people must have signed a contract to sell themselves.

Otherwise, how dare ordinary people go into such a profitable business to work?

Therefore, Lao Zhou was sure that there would be a place where he could use people, so he dared to make the decision without notifying Li Fu.

And as a housekeeper, he still has this power.

At worst, if the master is not happy, he can take them to Chang'an City to sell them.

"Very good." Li Fu smiled.

After eating and drinking, Li Fu asked the kitchen to boil water, and he wanted to take a good bath in the evening.

In Linying, there was no such condition, and in the winter... people were going to go bad.

After taking a bath, he changed into a new set of clothes, which were all fumigated with spices. Only then did Li Fu feel that he was completely refreshed.

Li Fu ignored Xiao Tao's words and went to bed with the account books piled up on the table in the study.

There was no rush for the account books, as long as he knew he could make money.

He had to go to Chang'an City early tomorrow morning.

He knew that his goodThe second brother is still waiting for him in the palace.

It would be fine if he went back to the manor today, but if he didn't go back to Chang'an City to report the next day, it would be his fault.

Li Fu slept well this time, and it was comfortable at home, so he slept until he woke up naturally.

When he came to the front yard to eat breakfast after packing up, Li Fu found that Wu Liangye and others were already waiting in the front yard.

"Didn't you drink well yesterday?" Li Fu asked with a smile.

"To answer my husband, I drank, but I didn't dare to drink too much. Anyway, there will be plenty of opportunities to drink in the future. Today, my husband has something to do, so we can't slack off." Wu Liangye said with a bow.

Going back to Chang'an is a serious matter.

So yesterday Wu Liangye and others got together, ate and drank enough, but didn't dare to drink too much and get drunk.

The duty of a guard is to protect the master's family. Knowing that the master's family has something to do today, if you don't control yourself, can you be called a guard?

Not to mention that the six of them were not ordinary guards.

"Okay, not bad." Li Fu praised with a smile.

Wu Liangye also smiled.

"We all know that the young master will definitely not treat us unfairly. He will still give us the opportunity to drink in the future."

Li Fu nodded.

"That's right. Next time I go back to the manor, my words will still count." Li Fu smiled.

"Thank you, young master."

After Li Fu hurriedly finished his breakfast, he took the guards and Xiao Tao to Chang'an.

He definitely can't stay in Chang'an for just one day.

It's been half a year, and there are many things to deal with.

Seeing that the New Year is coming, whether His Majesty Li II can have a good New Year and continue to be extravagant during the New Year depends on how well the tea business is doing. Otherwise, even if the inner court has money, His Majesty Li II will not be willing to waste it.

Well, if the money earned from the tea business is sent to him, he will be willing to spend it.

After all, this money comes easily.

It was freezing cold, and we were not moving fast. It had just snowed around Chang'an, and the roads were not easy to walk on. We stumbled along the way and arrived in Chang'an in the afternoon.