One tael of silver!
That's one or two taels of silver a month!
That's twelve taels of silver a year.
One man calculated it several times, afraid of making a mistake, but Fan Jin had just said one tael a month, which is twelve taels a year. It was so easy to calculate that he couldn't possibly make a mistake.
I still can't believe it. Twelve taels of silver, can a little girl really earn that much?
Keep in mind that carrying heavy loads for a day would only earn you a maximum of forty coins, and there wasn't even a guarantee of work every day.
The women in the family also went to the herbal medicine workshop. Twenty coins a day was very good, but the herbs were harvested in the fall, and once they were processed, the business was over. Once that was over, there was no more money coming in. But it was different for the accountants. They had work all year round. I have never heard of any accountant in the prefectural city who was hired on a monthly basis. Most of them followed their employers for life!
The longer the time goes by, the more trust there is.
The villagers originally believed that only boys were suited to reading and writing, but after hearing Fan Jin's words, they realized that sending girls to school was just as effective.
They don't expect to study for the imperial examinations; they just want a way to earn money. Since they can earn money just the same way, what's the difference between boys and girls? Wouldn't it be more likely for more children to be selected if they are literate?
The impact of silver overshadowed everything.
The old village chief was also deeply troubled, feeling that compared to Jin, his vision was far too limited.
After a while, everyone calmed down from the silver and started discussing other things: "A council hall? That sounds great! Our village will finally have a place to discuss matters."
"I think it's better to meet at the same meeting point. If anything happens in the future, we can meet there and go together."
"I prefer celebration. Think about it, how do we celebrate? It's all about food! As long as there's food, that's all that matters!"
He just wanted to eat his fill!
The others laughed and said, "Once you've made some money, you won't have to worry about food anymore! We guarantee you'll have dry food every day, and you can eat your fill of dark brown steamed buns!"
"No! I want to eat cornbread. Dark cornbread scratches my throat. It would be even better if I could eat meat every ten days or half a month," Fan Xiaoliu wished.
"Haha, maybe we won't even need ten or fifteen days, just three or five days to have a meat meal," Li Qiang joked.
But that's impossible. Being able to eat meat once every ten days or half a month would be very good, let alone every three to five days? I wouldn't even dare to dream of it.
After everyone had a good laugh, they realized that this was all for their own good, and they hadn't even mentioned the important matters concerning Fan Jin's family yet!
He immediately asked, "Brother Jin, shall we go and bring back the bricks and tiles tomorrow?"
"Since it's urgent, let's send more people to build the workshop first, then sow the wheat seeds. After the wheat seeds are sown, we can build the schoolhouse. How about that?"
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"no problem!"
Wheat seeds can be sown quickly, mainly because the soil in the fields was dug up and transported from the mountains, so there is no need to loosen and aerate it. Sowing can be done directly. However, weeding is a bit troublesome later on—the soil is probably mixed with a lot of weed seeds.
There's nothing we can do about it.
The men began discussing the bricks and tiles, and the atmosphere remained lively.
Fan Qian and his sons arrived later. They didn't know when it started, but the villagers stopped talking to them about their problems. Sometimes when they met, they were indifferent, and they would only respond with a few words if asked.
They came on their own after hearing the commotion.
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