The big fisherman Yahuazi laughed out loud, "Oh, that's great, we'll be from the same village from now on. I see you look special, are you scholars? We finally have some great people in our village."
Lin Shucheng: "Yes, my son has studied."
The two chatted about all sorts of things that day, from how he could teach his grandson to read in the future to what people in the north eat and wear, and what the situation is like outside.
I also took the opportunity to find out about the situation in the village, where I could fish and where I could use a boat.
As they were chatting, the fisherman's son, a young man in his teens, pulled his father aside and said in the local dialect: "Hey, dad, why are you talking to them? Hey, you didn't do that that day. The village chief said that we can't talk to outsiders in the future, especially those who are going to move here in the future."
As he said this, the young man looked left, and seeing that there was no one around, he breathed a sigh of relief and quickly pulled his father away.
Lin Shucheng knew that there were some xenophobic people in every village, but the villagers would not go too far. At most, they would not associate with your family. There were also kind-hearted and enthusiastic people, like the big brother who was fishing just now. Seeing that the two of them looked like scholars, he could even show kindness.
But have you ever seen such direct hostility without even pretending?
Lin Shucheng and his son looked at each other and asked, "Is this village chief crazy, or are we taking advantage of him?"
Lin Xueqing thought for a moment and said, "I guess it's both. But what benefit can we get from entering the village? Can we catch all the fish in such a large sea?"
The two stopped pondering the strange train of thought of the ancients and went straight into the village. They had never thought about the wastelands and woodlands at all.
In their opinion, those are the least valuable things.
The houses in the village were very simple. There were strings of dried fish drying in front of every house, and every fisherman was wearing ragged clothes with patches on them.
You say you are so poor, but you are still worried that others will covet your things. Isn't that ridiculous?
Lin Shucheng walked to a slightly more luxurious house with a yard. It was made of blue bricks and tiles and looked out of place in the village.
The courtyard door was not closed, so Lin Shucheng knocked on it. The man who was sweeping the floor in the courtyard looked over with a bad face: "Who are you? What are you doing in my house?"
Their attitude was not very good, but Lin Shucheng smiled. After all, you shouldn't hit a smiling person.
"I'm here to see the village chief. We'll come from the north in a while. We've already settled here."
The man in the yard cursed: "You're from the north? What's wrong with you? Why are you coming to our village? It turns out that our land is not enough, and we have to come here to share it. It's unlucky to wake up in the morning."
This person spoke in dialect and thought they couldn't understand him, so he cursed them harshly, but Lin Shucheng could understand Cantonese.
Lin Shucheng was quite speechless, blaming them for occupying those wastelands.
Why is wasteland called wasteland? It is because it is difficult to grow crops, so it is abandoned. I have never seen people from Yunhe Village growing crops before, but now they blame them for coming to divide the land.
An old man with gray hair and short stature came out of the room, hunched over, with a not very good expression on his face.
This is the village chief of Yunhe Village, Chen Dawei.
Lin Shucheng also stopped smiling: "Where is the land allocated to us?"
Chen Dawei looked him up and down with great disdain, and said in poor official language: "Just that piece of land, the hilltop you have divided is on the other side of the river, from the river to the south, it is the ten acres of wasteland allocated to you, plus the land for the house, a total of fifteen acres, old man, go and enclose those lands for them."
Chen Dawei's son Chen Fuxi took the villagers to measure the land for them.
Chen Dawei turned around and prepared to go back to the house, but he seemed to remember something and paused. He called out to Lin Shucheng and the others who were about to leave, "If you want to cut down trees to build a house, go to the hill on the other side of the river. Don't touch anything in the village. If you must cut down trees in the village, that's fine. You have to pay one tael of silver for each tree you cut down."
Lin Shucheng didn't expect this old man to be so sinister. There was no bridge over the river, and they had no boat, so they couldn't go to the forest on the other side of the river to cut trees. If they wanted to cut trees in the village, they had to pay a sky-high price. This old man was really a piece of shit.
Lin Shucheng was not a broad-minded person. Seeing that the old man was really shameless, he said, "In this case, we will not interfere with each other in the future. You should not come to our village. If you go to the wrong place and we accidentally hurt you, we hope you will bear with us."
Chen Dawei sneered: "Okay, we'll keep our distance from each other. Don't beg us for anything in the future."
Lin Shucheng was too lazy to pay attention to the old man and turned away.
They say that you can't offend people, or at least you can't look too bad, but that's just for smart people to see. There's no need to be nice to this shameless old man who is like a dead pig that is not afraid of boiling water.
As soon as Lin Shucheng and the others arrived, Chen Dawei started to curse: "Who the hell are you? How dare you talk to me like that!"
Lin Shucheng heard Chen Dawei's curse. He said, "What are you doing, you barking dog?" and left without looking back.
Chen Dawei was furious.
Lin Shucheng began to worry. The land they were allocated was bare, with most of it being beach and all covered in sand and gravel. It was not known whether they could grow anything on it.
Lin Shucheng has a headache.
When he got home, he told his daughter and the villagers about it.
Upon hearing this, everyone was a little panicked.
"Oh, what should we do? It's fine if the village chief ignores us, but he won't even give us 10 acres of land?"
"We have offended the village chief. Will our village still have a good life in the future?"
Seeing everyone like this, Lin Jinyue said, "It's okay, it's not a big deal. The people in our village are united and work together. No matter what they do, let's do some business first. If the people in Yunhe Village can't do it, we will go to the nearby villages to buy land."
From Lin Jinyue's point of view, this is really not a big deal. They are just people from the same village. What kind of trouble can they cause?
Even if they have backers and the people of Linjia Village are capable of treating the plague, the officials dare not act against them at will. After all, they have to be somewhat cautious.
We have to let the system check whether the allocated wasteland is suitable for growing crops. If it is not suitable, we have to find other ways out.
Seeing Lin Jinyue so calm, everyone felt relieved.
Well, they had encountered all kinds of difficulties along the way, so how could they be afraid of a few villagers?
Lin Shucheng had already found out the route, and when he arrived at the ship, he directed the captain to drive to a place where the ship could be docked. Coincidentally, it was the place they were assigned to, and they didn't need to meet those villagers, so they would build a port here when the time came.
They came down with horse-drawn carriages and carts, and it was a spectacular sight.
There were about ten carts and two horse-drawn carriages.
Especially the carriage of Tan Xue's family, it was so gorgeous that if you didn't know them, you would think they were a wealthy family.
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