The villager immediately stopped, stopped following the old man, and turned around.

Uncle Guan turned around and asked him, "Maohou, what are you doing?"

The villager left without even looking back: "While people are still here, my son and I must take the beans from our home over there. What if people have harvested all the beans by now?"

The villagers who heard Uncle Guan's shouting came out immediately. Those who had not been given beans went to watch the fun, and those who were given beans immediately went to get the silver with joy.

When Maohou and his son moved their beans over, many villagers had already moved their beans over to the ox cart, and some were even walking over with beans on their backs or in their arms. There was no need to look at this scene, as they must have known that they could get money by exchanging beans.

He immediately called out to his son: "Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up, don't get squeezed by others."

The son was thin, but he gritted his teeth and persevered, quickening his pace to run towards the ox cart.

Lin Ruisanliang, Lin Changtai and others have been busy since the villagers arrived. Lin Rui was responsible for settling the balance and registering the second batch of everyone's credit. This time the goods were much more than before. Fortunately, two ox carts arrived, otherwise they would not be enough to load them.

Lin Zicheng, Lin Zijun, and Lin Changtai were even busier, carrying bags of registered beans onto the oxcarts. Even in the winter heat, they were sweating profusely. But none of them looked trembling, not even a hint of fatigue.

Making money for others is completely different from making money for yourself. The clan leader said that each family contributed money to purchase beans, and the proceeds would belong to each family. Bean sprouts are so easy to sell, and no matter how much they invest, they will definitely make a huge return.

If within a month, the wasteland of the clan can be purchased according to individual registration, then even if they left their hometown from Linjia Village and came here, they would not be like rootless duckweed. As long as they bought land here and had their own fields, they could plant crops again in the spring.

Lin Rui was so busy that he didn't even look up. As he wrote, he asked, "Is there anyone else I can buy beans from on credit?"

"My home!"

“And my home!”

"Boss Lin, please wait a moment, my family is moving here!"

Today's grand occasion was in stark contrast to yesterday's cold reception. Almost every household in Guan Laobo's village came carrying beans and lined up to register.

Seeing the long list of written lists and fingerprints, Lin Rui finally understood why the scam could attract so many victims. It was the herd effect!

If he rolled up the beans and left, he would have disappeared by the time his fellow villagers realized what was happening.

Tsk tsk, I can only say that the people in Huangmoguan are simple and honest!

Lin Changtai and others have never been able to relax as much as they did today since they fled the famine. Even the fatigue they suffered during the land reclamation was swept away by the stimulation of money. On the way back, Lin Changtai even sang a folk song, which was a bit tone-deaf, but everyone was happy to listen to it.

Lin Rui and others' bean sprout business was going very smoothly, and every family in the Lin family had a lot of money in their pockets from selling bean sprouts.

Lin Susu's favorite thing to do was to secretly count copper coins in her shack. This made Zhao Qing, who had just washed his face and came to see her, laugh and say, "Look at you, you're such a money-grubber!"

Lin Susu ignored her husband's teasing and said, "So what if you're obsessed with money? The copper coins you've earned following Rui Ge'er these days are enough for us to buy five acres of wasteland near the water. When we were in Linjia Village, we were called hunters, didn't we just have our own land? Now we have money in our hands, we can buy any land we want."

Zhao Qing was also happy to hear this. As a commoner of the court, he loved the land to the core, and even as a hunter, he was no exception.

Lin Rui saved up fifty taels of silver in just two weeks. After some discussion, Feng Zhenniang and Lin Changxi also contributed their savings, totaling sixty taels. Almost everyone in the Lin family immediately approached the steward in charge of wasteland reclamation to purchase their own reclaimed land. No one else could match their own land in terms of speed, quality, or location. Furthermore, their land was close to the Huangmo River, making irrigation particularly convenient.

The Xing family army reclaimed and resold wasteland, which was a no-cost business. Therefore, one mu of land was sold at five taels of silver. This was the wasteland near the river. The price of land not near the river was even lower, and it only cost three taels of silver.

Lin Changfa, Lin Changtai and others were grateful for the help and support of the clan leader Lin Rui, and gave the best arable land to Lin Rui.

Lin Rui spent all the sixty taels of silver and bought twelve acres of arable land. The remaining eighteen acres were divided among several other families. The eldest sister and Zhao Qing bought five acres and spent fifteen taels of silver. Because the land was not near the river, it was located right next to Lin Rui.

The remaining families of Lin Changfa, Lin Changhe, Lin Changtai and Lin Changshou had no choice but to purchase wasteland nearby because their own reclaimed wasteland was gone. Of course, the people who reclaimed the wasteland would also be given a certain amount of silver subsidies by the manager so that they would not work in vain during this period.

The Dirong and other tribes on the grassland were lucky enough to buy the latest vegetable bean sprouts produced in Huangmoguan because they went to the market frequently. For them who usually ate beef, mutton and dried meat, being able to eat fresh vegetables in winter was as surprising as the New Year for the people in Linchao.

The stove in the tent, which was bubbling with the aroma of meat, was opened by a woman in ethnic clothing. She poured crispy bean sprouts into it and stirred them, and finally sprinkled a little snow-white salt carefully.

The leader of the Dirong tribe nodded repeatedly as he looked at the white salt and praised Heita: "Heita, you did a great job this time. The salt you brought back has no bitterness at all. It's much better than the salt from Linchao."

Heita had completely different attitudes towards the people of Lin Chao and towards his own people. Seeing the chief asking questions, he said innocently, "Chief, this is the most precious salt in foreign lands. Men who eat it will be strong and will not get goiter. Women who eat it will have a healthier baby in their womb and it will be easier for them to survive."

The chief couldn't help but wonder: "Is this salt really so magical?"

Another tribesman sat down and touched his neck and said, "No wonder I feel that my neck is not so uncomfortable recently. Tana, come and see if it has become smaller."

Tana touched it and her eyes widened in surprise: "It seems there really is a small one."

As if following the crowd, another member of the tribe also began to touch his neck and said that his neck no longer felt itchy, painful or uncomfortable.

"It's worth exchanging two cows for such good salt!"

"Heita, can you exchange some more from that person?"

"Yes, let him name his price. We'll save the remaining salt for the women and children in the tribe. If Black Tower can get more this time, we'll keep it for everyone to eat."

Heita shook his head: "I'm afraid not. The last time he said that was the last point."

The leader shook his head upon hearing this: "No, no, no, Black Tower, you don't know how cunning the merchants of Linchao are. The better and more magical their words are, they just want to sell at a high price. If we are willing to offer a price, those cunning merchants will definitely be able to sell it!"