Keep 25 taels for emergencies.
That's enough.
The shop will bring in money tomorrow.
Deng Qiuzhi was silent for a moment, then said, "465 taels!"
"OK!"
At least fifteen taels were cut off.
Not bad, not bad.
So the group had just arrived at Shoucheng Village when they turned back.
By the time the land was measured and the property transferred, the sun had already set.
Fortunately, Deng Qiuzhi had acquaintances in the county government.
Otherwise, it would probably take until tomorrow to finish.
As she was leaving, Yan Xia caught a glimpse of Deng Qiuzhi secretly slipping a silver ingot to one of the officials.
It's about 10 taels.
No wonder they didn't want to sell it in parts.
This means you have to pay every time you do something.
When they arrived at the bridgehead, Zhao Dali was already dozing off.
Fortunately, Jin Fu had told him in advance, otherwise Zhao Dali would have been extremely anxious.
Yan Xia took out two meat buns from her bag.
He handed it to Zhao Dali.
"Brother Dali, come on, have some meat buns to fill your stomach. I'm sorry to have kept you waiting today. I had some errands to run with the kids, so I'm a little late."
She didn't tell anyone about her land purchase.
Although Zhao Dali keeps his mouth shut.
But it's best to keep this matter to yourself, as little as possible, except for your own family.
After all, one should not flaunt one's wealth.
Zhao Dali refused to take it, but Yan Xia forced it into his arms.
They each ate two meat buns before setting off.
When we arrived at Baihua Village, it was already pitch black.
If it weren't for the moonlight, I probably wouldn't have been able to see the road at all.
Zhao Dali parked the oxcart in front of Yan Xia's house and waited for her and her children to get off.
They were just about to drive away.
"Wait, Brother Dali."
Yan Xia put the remaining three meat buns from the bag behind his oxcart.
"Take this home for the kids. Thank you for your hard work today. I've also put the fare for the ride in here. Go on your way, don't be shy. I'm going home now."
After Yan Xia finished speaking, she slammed the door shut.
Zhao Dali didn't even have a chance to refuse.
"Xia, you really are—"
Zhao Dali laughed and cursed.
He knew Yan Xia was afraid he wouldn't accept the money, so he waited until he got home before giving him the fare and steamed buns.
Alas, the Chen family is truly heartless.
Such a good woman, and you don't treat her well.
She was forced to divorce him.
If he had married Yan Xia back then, he would have definitely cherished her.
She's beautiful, makes money, is good at interpersonal relationships, cooks well, and manages everything at home and outside—there's simply no fault with her.
The Chen family is just stupid; they have a perfectly good daughter-in-law but insist on pampering that shrew Zhu Xiaohua.
I secretly complained to myself.
Zhao Dali left quickly.
If we don't leave soon, my family will fall asleep and I'll wake them up.
And the thought of my grandchildren seeing the meat buns on the car...
He unconsciously smiled.
What is the purpose of living a lifetime if not to have many children and grandchildren?
the next day.
Yan Xia left the shop to her children and came to Shoucheng Village alone.
Yesterday, Deng Qiuzhi said he wanted to introduce her to several farmers who had been renting his land for many years.
Their character is alright.
That way she wouldn't have to look for it herself.
Before long, we arrived.
Deng Qiuzhi and about twenty other people were waiting in her field when they saw her from afar.
Deng Qiuzhi waved.
"Manager Yan, you've finally arrived! Let me introduce you. These are the people who usually rent my land. This is Aunt Sun; her family is renting five mu this year. This is Liu Ershuan; his family rents ten mu every year..."
After the introductions were completed, Yan Xia had a general understanding of the group.
"In that case, let's rent it at the same price as last year."
The landlords here don't charge money when renting land.
Only at harvest time are 30% of the crops taken as rent.
After paying another 20% tax, these tenant farmers could only get 50% of the crops after a year of hard work. After accounting for their own living expenses, they could only save one or two taels of silver a year, which was already considered to be the most frugal they could be.
If they were to encounter a foolish emperor and a greedy landlord again...
Getting 30% is the absolute maximum.
Don't even mention saving money then.
It's good enough that we can survive.
Those who rent land are generally people who have no land at home, or have little land but a large family, as well as refugees who fled famine in previous years due to natural disasters.
Yan Xia glanced at it.
They were all thin and frail, just like she looked when she first arrived.
They probably eat coarse grains and wild vegetables every day.
"Aren't you going to thank Landlord Yan? I know she's a good person, that's why I sold the land to her. After you rent the land, work hard on it, okay? Now is the perfect time to plant late rice, so let's get to work today. Manager Yan, shall I invite you to have lunch at Chunfeng Xiaolou?"
Deng Qiuzhi was treating everyone to a meal, and Yan Xia naturally accepted.
After signing contracts with these tenants.
The two arrived at a famous restaurant in town.
This restaurant is even more expensive than the one she ate at with her children last time.
After climbing the steps to the second floor, Deng Qiuzhi skillfully led Yan Xia into a private room. Inside the room was a small round table, and to the right was a tea room, separated by a large screen.
To the left is a balcony, from which you can see the scenery outside the window and the bustling crowds on the twin bridges.
The place exudes an air of elegance from the moment you step inside.
However, to her surprise, the menu here was even more pretentious.
"Jade and white jade intertwine at both ends, yellow and white pearls fill a golden bowl, red and cloudy wine's aroma spreads for miles, a mixture of heaven and earth..."
After Deng Qiuzhi announced the names of the dishes, Yan Xia was dumbfounded. What were they selling? She didn't understand a single one of them.
Until the dishes were served.
Yan Xia's face darkened.
It was just stir-fried vegetables, corn and lotus seed soup, braised pork belly in white wine, and pigeon and fish soup...
Seriously, this is from the same school as those modern restaurants where the average cost per person is four figures.
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