Chapter 285 Sir, do you understand what I mean?

The majority of people knelt down, and those who were still standing seemed very awkward.

Sang Zhixia looked at the people who were trying to persuade him, feeling overwhelmed. She said tiredly, "I came here to talk to you about the tea trees. How can I talk about it if you're kneeling like this?"

The man who first exposed the village chief's lies blushed and said without thinking: "It's just a few tea trees. If you want them, take them away!"

"If it were anyone else, we wouldn't agree, but since our savior has spoken, how could we possibly refuse?"

If they had known from the beginning that Lin Yun and the others were sent by Sang Zhixia, they wouldn't have had to bother looking for them at all.

When the people in Heiya Village heard the news, they dug out the tea trees, wrapped them up, and sent all that they could to Sang Zhixia at once.

The worst-case scenario that had been expected did not happen, and Sang Zhixia went from being angry at the beginning to feeling a bit more amused and helpless.

Sang Zhixia held his forehead and said, "I'm not here to take advantage of you."

She wanted to make some money from the tea trees, but that didn't include snatching anything good from others.

No reward without merit.

Sang Zhixia would never make such a shameful money.

Sang Zhixia sighed, "Mocha's tea trees are very valuable. I can't just buy them directly."

"Valuable?"

"What's the value?"

The person who spoke looked confused, blinked, and said, "Is this thing so valuable?"

Sang Zhixia: "..."

Sang Zhixia looked at him with an indescribable expression, her tone complicated: "Don't you know how valuable tea trees are? That's why you're trying to steal them from me, even at the risk of someone's life?"

"But you can easily give away 500 kilograms of rice at a time. Can tea that costs ten taels of silver per kilogram be considered valuable to you?"

Sang Zhixia was stunned by the question.

The person who spoke confidently said, "This tea is expensive, but three tea trees can't produce half a pound of tea. The whole village has so many tea trees. At the end of the year, each household can only get five taels of silver. This amount of silver shouldn't be much for you, right?"

Five taels of silver per household. There are only more than eighty households in Heiya Village. This number is indeed not much for Sang Zhixia.

But as the only place where Mocha is produced, how could the average person only earn so little money?

Sang Zhixia narrowed her eyes in disbelief. "There are at least a hundred tea trees of all sizes planted in your village. How much tea can you harvest in a year?"

The man said casually, "All the fried ones weigh about fifty kilograms."

Xue Liu interrupted in surprise, "Fifty kilograms of tea, and each household gets five taels of silver?"

"Do you know what this tea is?"

"I know, isn't this Mo Cha?"

The man said, "The village chief said that this black tea is a rare and fine tea, so it can be sold at such a high price. If it were any other kind, I'm afraid each family wouldn't even get one or two taels!"

The villagers don't know the value of it.

There are also few people coming and going from outside.

Although the people of Heiya Village regard the tea trees in the mountains as their lifeline, they know very little about this lifeline. How to sell the tea after it is picked depends entirely on the village chief's eloquence.

It is precisely because the village chief has such a good way to sell tea that all those who have put in the effort and received the money will listen to the village chief's words and do whatever he says.

Perhaps the astonishment on Sang Zhixia and the others' faces was too obvious, for the man touched his nose and chuckled, "Of course, five taels of silver isn't much to a benefactor, but in this village, that's more than a family can earn in a year! It's already a lot!"

Hearing the deep sense of complacency in his words, those who knew the high price of black tea fell silent.

How to say it?

Sang Zhixia heard that one or two taels of good quality black tea could be sold at a high price of one hundred taels.

In other words…

Sang Zhixia looked at the village chief He, who was pressed to the ground with his mouth roughly blocked by Song Liu, with a complicated expression.

"Should I say you're greedy? Or should I say you're not that greedy, actually thinking of sharing five taels of silver with each family?"

Heiya Village has been relying on selling black tea for a living for decades. During this period, Sang Zhixia was so amazed that she didn't dare to think about how much huge profits the village had made from the mountain tea.

While the village chief looked as pale as death but still wanted to struggle, the villagers who were more cautious had already rolled up their sleeves and spit into their palms, ready to dig up the tea trees tied with red silk.

Someone else shouted in a hoarse voice: "Wait a minute, benefactor, I will go and dig tea trees for you!"

"I found three trees I could dig up! They're all big!"

"I have them at home too! I have six!"

"I'm going too! Even after digging up the tea trees, I still have land where I can grow crops. When the sorghum is harvested this autumn, I'll grind it into fine flour and give a bag to my benefactor to try!"

"you……"

"How can a few mere tea trees compare to the great grace of saving your life?"

The first person who said he would take action waved his hand and laughed, "I can't say anything about other people's trees, but I'll dig them all up right now!"

Those who knew how to repay their gratitude shouted and were about to take action. Sang Zhixia closed her eyes, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, and quickly said, "Don't dig! You can't dig!"

If that thing is dug out, it might be dead. What is she going to do with the dead tea tree?

Just sit and watch the tea trees wither?

The people who were stopped had confused eyes and were even obviously at a loss.

As soon as Sang Zhixia arrived, he saw blood. His methods were definitely ruthless and it was obvious that he was not someone who was easy to talk to.

Even though she said the incident of the dagger and blood was temporarily over, what if she was still angry?

If this misunderstanding cannot be resolved, can they still give away the tea trees they dug out as a token of gratitude?

The person who was stopped looked embarrassed, looked around cautiously, and said anxiously: "You don't like small tea trees, right? Then..."

"How about we tie a rope and go down, dig up that old tea tree between the cliffs and bring it to you?"

Sang Zhixia blinked weakly and didn't know what to say for a moment. These people were already thinking about how to make amends and repay their gratitude, and were planning how to hang on the cliff as light as a swallow.

Sang Zhixia was really tired now.

Sang Zhixia closed her eyes and said helplessly, "It's not that I look down on you, nor do I want to force you to hang on the cliff. I just want to say that it's okay if you don't dig."

"You don't have to dig up the tea trees, really."

Now the group of people in Heiya Village who were eager to repay their gratitude really had no words to say.

Lord Zhao is not a high-ranking official, but he is definitely a shrewd person.

Sensing that the atmosphere had eased, Lord Zhao immediately said with a smile, "Since the Sang family said there's no need to dig, there must be a better way. Why are you, a bunch of clueless people, so angry?"

"Don't be anxious, first find a quiet place to sit down and talk slowly!"

The people who were originally immersed in panic came back to their senses one after another, and shouted in unison that they wanted to invite Sang Zhixia to their homes.

No one's family is well-off, but when distinguished guests come, people always try to rummage through their drawers and cabinets to find something rare to entertain them.

Sang Zhixia couldn't bear to ignore the hope in the old man's eyes, so she smiled and said, "Just sit down and talk for a while, it doesn't matter where. Thank you for taking the trouble, old man."

The old man nodded vigorously in joy and quickly called his younger generation to go back and clean up.

Sang Zhixia's eyes fell on the village chief and said to Lord Zhao, who had already smelled something fishy, ​​"Sir, it's hard to investigate the past. It's not easy for villagers to earn a little money climbing mountains and cliffs. A little more is fine, but after so many years, we can't let one person swallow it all."

But she couldn't say such words out loud, and even if she did, it might not convince the public. It was most appropriate for Lord Zhao to come in person, with the pressure of the government.

Lord Zhao understood the meaning of the music and nodded, saying, "Master Sang is absolutely right. However, if we find the extra items, what do we want to do with them, Master Sang?"

Sang Zhixia heard the temptation in his words and sneered silently. She said calmly, "I didn't contribute the slightest bit of effort, so it's naturally not my place to interfere. How to deal with it is, of course, up to the adults and the deceived victims in the village. It's just..."

Sang Zhixia paused and said solemnly, "I'd like to ask you to mark out the land deeds for Mo Ding Mountain. I also want to make some arrangements using the terrain here."

"But this man is ruthless and cunning. He almost instigated the villagers to kill two people. If we keep him here, there will be more trouble sooner or later. I don't really want to see him here again."

"Do you understand what I mean, sir?"