In the 21st century, Chen Qingqing transmigrated to become cannon fodder in Nanshan Village of the Great Ning Dynasty. In a year of famine and a waning moon, her wicked grandmother, to support her ...
Chapter 593 I Have My Own Plans
Zhou Jingyuan didn't expect things to go so smoothly. He originally thought that these people would not give in no matter what. After all, land was the foundation of their livelihood.
He was very excited. Now the people of Anyang are blessed!
Fearing that these people would go back on their word, he quickly said, "Since everyone agrees, come to me to sign the sales documents."
Everyone looked at each other for a few seconds, then stepped forward one after another to sign the document.
Zhou Jingyuan sorted out the documents and gave them to Chen Qingqing for review.
Chen Qingqing took a closer look and nodded with satisfaction. "Alright, everyone can go home now. Remember to bring the land deeds tomorrow so we can settle the bill then."
Fan Tong scratched his head and grinned, "Miss Chen, no, Your Highness, I will come over early tomorrow morning. Don't forget your promise to me."
Chen Qingqing chuckled, "Don't worry, Master Fan. Once this matter is over, I will start to open the academy. I will definitely let you down when the time comes, so just don't complain about the hardship."
"Okay, then I'll go first." Fan Tong said and turned to leave.
After everyone dispersed, Zhou Jingyuan looked at Chen Qingqing with a little more respect. Although the method of using land tax to put pressure on her was not very authentic, the result was surprising.
He smiled. "Your Highness, what should we do next? Do you have enough cash to pay for the land? Do you want me to go to the bank to get some?"
"Mr. Zhou is thoughtful, but we won't need it for now." Chen Qingqing said, then changed the subject, "Send someone to compile a list of the people without land as soon as possible. Based on the population and actual needs, formulate a reasonable distribution plan to ensure that every household has land to farm. We strive to ensure that no one will go hungry in a year."
"Okay, I'll handle this as soon as possible." Zhou Jingyuan nodded in agreement. After a brief pause, he expressed his concerns. "It cost you hundreds of thousands of taels of silver to reclaim all this land. How much rent do you plan to charge per mu? Or do you want to pay grain in the autumn?"
"If the people were asked to pay rent to farm, I'm afraid many of them wouldn't be able to afford it. I'm not short of money right now, so you should first count the land suitable for growing corn and sugar beets.
After autumn, I will distribute the land and tell the people that the land will be managed in a unified manner. Those suitable for growing sugar beets will be transported to Nanshan Village and purchased by Chenjiatangfang. I only want 10% of the income from each acre of land.
As for the corn fields, I will give them the seeds, and they will just have to pay me 10% of the grain after the autumn harvest."
"One percent! Princess, won't that be a huge loss?" Zhou Jingyuan looked worried.
One acre of land can produce at least 200 kilograms of grain. If only 10% is produced, how long will it take for Chen Qingqing to recover the cost after investing so much?
She holds so much land in her hands. If she changes her mind and refuses to give it to the people for cultivation, wouldn't that be a huge hidden danger?
Although her fiefdom is in Anyang, the government office also needs to eat, so they can't just not give them a penny!
Chen Qingqing smiled faintly.
"Don't worry about this. Sugar beets are not picky about the land. The yield per mu is at least 2,000 catties. One catty is purchased at three cents, which means one mu of land is six taels of silver. I want one tenth of it, which is six cents of silver. If I have 10,000 mu of land, that's 6,000 taels of silver. Even if I split the profit with the government office 50-50, there will still be 3,000 taels left.
As for growing corn, Mr. Zhou, don't worry. I have a kind of corn seed that can produce 1,000 kilograms per mu. We can get 100 kilograms per mu. Do you think it would be a loss?"
Zhou Jingyuan was stunned, his face filled with disbelief. "Your Highness, don't be ridiculous. The yield per mu of good farmland won't exceed 200 catties. How could it possibly yield 1,000 catties?"
"Don't worry about this for now. Let the facts speak for themselves later." Chen Qingqing didn't want to argue with him. Her space mall had all kinds of corn seeds, including high-yield corn Fengdeng 2025, Qiangyu 998, Denghai Pioneer D20, Longping 638, Zhongdan 909, Xianyu 1483...
These are good seeds that can produce up to 2,000 kilograms per mu in modern times. Even if the farming technology in this era is not as advanced as it is today, a conservative estimate is that a yield of 1,000 kilograms per mu should be no problem.
Seeing that Chen Qingqing was so confident, Zhou Jingyuan didn't dare to question it anymore and had to do as Chen Qingqing instructed.
After leaving Anyang Prefecture Government Office, Chen Qingqing took Kexin to Ruyi Tower.
At this time, the meal was just over and the waiter was cleaning the store.
Chen Feng was busy preparing the ingredients for dinner. As soon as he looked up, he saw Chen Qingqing coming in. He hurriedly smiled and went forward to greet her.
"Little sister, aren't you going to see Mr. Zhou today? Why do you have time to come here?"
"I just came out of the county government office. I have something to discuss with my brother." Chen Qingqing pulled a chair and sat down.
Chen Feng poured a cup of tea and handed it over, "Drink some water first and talk slowly."
Chen Qingqing took it and took a sip. "Brother, the land issue has been resolved, but I promised those wealthy people that I would let them join Ruyi Tower for free."
"What? Free franchise!" Chen Feng was shocked. "Little sister, our Ruyilou is now the most popular restaurant in Daning Dynasty. People come here every day to join us. How can you not charge them money?"
"Brother, it's not much. Just the dozen or so towns in Anyang County. I took over their land, so I can't let them sit idle. I have to find something for them to do. Otherwise, how can I solve the land problem so easily?"
"There are still more than a dozen." Chen Feng's smile fell. "Little sister, do you know that we lost more than 10,000 taels of silver from these dozen?"
Wu Cuihua, who arrived shortly after, glared at Chen Feng and said, "You seem to be obsessed with money. I have my own reasons for doing this. Just support me. Why are you talking so much nonsense?"
"But we can't let them join without spending a penny!" Chen Feng said hesitantly.
Chen Qingqing knew that Chen Feng would object, but he didn't expect the reaction to be so strong. He really didn't have Dabao's quick mind, so he had to patiently explain.
"Brother, although they are free to join, the profit here is also a considerable income. Think about it carefully, one sheep is the same as herding, two sheep are the same as herding. It's just that the franchise fee is reduced, but the base material money is a considerable income."
Chen Feng shook his head. "Little sister, you sound easy. If the flock gets too big, I won't be able to handle it. I'm already a bit overwhelmed by making the base sauce. If I open a dozen more stores, I'll be exhausted to death!"
Seeing that Chen Feng was not getting the point, Chen Qingqing stopped beating around the bush and said, "Brother, have you ever thought about opening a base material workshop like Dabao?"
Chen Feng is not stupid. He also wants to expand the scale, but he is afraid that others will learn the process of making spicy hot pot and spread it out. The loss to Ruyi Tower will be too great.
He waved his hands in disagreement, "No, no, if someone steals it, it will be more trouble than it's worth."
Seeing his concerns, Chen Qingqing sighed softly, "Brother, don't worry. No one else has this peppercorn. They can't learn it even if they want to. Besides, we have to sign a confidentiality agreement when hiring workers. If anyone spreads the news about the workshop, we can sue them. Besides, I'm Princess Anyang. Who would be so blind as to dare to do that?"
Chen Feng suddenly understood what was going on. "That's right, our family is not what it used to be. If anyone dares to do something wrong, we will put him in jail."
"Tomorrow you will find a place to build a workshop for the spicy hot sauce. Recruit workers and remember to sign contracts. You will also need to make a batch of ceramic jars to store the spicy hot sauce and facilitate transportation."
"Okay, little sister, I understand." Chen Feng jumped for joy.
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