The refugees' clothes were washed and disinfected by Cao'er Niang, and Ye Zhou swept them all, earning a total of 130.
The refugees are so poor that they can barely make a living. This money cannot be considered a windfall, but it is better than nothing.
After being swept, the fabrics suddenly disappeared out of thin air within half an hour.
But before Ye Zhou could be surprised, the computer beeped again.
This time, the computer screen no longer shows the previous content, but has an additional column.
Transaction column.
The columns are further divided into three: goods, buying and selling.
There is only one picture and one word in the sale. The picture is of rags and there is the number 130 next to it.
This is the total assets he can use.
As for buying, it is still empty now.
There are a lot of things in the cargo column. Although they are not carefully classified and I can't search them by myself, I can't slide down to the bottom no matter how hard I try.
At the top are seeds, fertilizers, sickles, hoes and other agricultural supplies and tools. Further down are agricultural products such as rice and pork. Further down are daily necessities, snacks, etc.
Ye Zhou slid for a while and actually saw some hot weapons.
But the price... is almost sky-high, a small pistol sells for 500,000!
Although he really wanted to buy a self-defense gun, he only had 130,000 in his account. If he calculated it based on 500,000, he wouldn't be able to buy even the spare parts.
Ye Zhou searched for the whole afternoon. The purchasing power of his 130 was very limited, and he had no intention of reclaiming land and planting crops here - he came here to do business, and if he had to plant crops, he would have to wait until he really couldn't leave here and had to put down roots.
But if a farmer comes to buy it, he can resell it.
I just wonder if there are any farmers who would farm here...it doesn't look like they would.
In ancient times, farming was not actually a good thing.
The first is that there are no pesticides and there are many insect pests.
The second is that without fertilizer, the land will become thinner and thinner. Even if there is farm manure, there are only so many people in the village. If they are poor and cannot raise pigs, cows and other fertilizer-producing animals, they can only stop planting. After the harvest this year, they can stop planting this piece of land and switch to another piece to let it recuperate on its own.
The third is the geographical location. When farmers choose farmland, it is best to choose one that is backed by mountains and surrounded by water, as water is the source of life.
If there is a good piece of land but there is no water source nearby, farmers will not choose it and would rather go to a place farther away with worse land.
In addition, the seed quality is average, the land yield is low, and there is no ability to resist risks when faced with natural disasters.
You can't get rich by farming.
And according to Cao'er and her daughter, even if the land is productive, farmers like them are still poor.
Because the court's taxes were not fixed, before collecting taxes every year, there would be special agricultural officials in each place who would re-set taxes after calculating the approximate output per acre of land in the local area.
Although tenants did not have to pay land taxes directly to the court, they had to pay a head tax.
After paying the head tax, rent must be paid to the landlords. Landlords all have ways to evade taxes, and hiding fields is one of them.
Therefore, even if the landlords collected as much as 60% or even 80% of the rent, the tenants would not "rebel" as long as they could survive and have food to eat.
In ancient times, everyone wanted to send their children to school, even if it meant selling everything they had.
Because this is the only way to change your family's fortune and live a good life.
Not all landlords are doing well. Those who own a lot of land and have many relatives in the local area can find ways to hide their land, so their lives are easier.
But if there is little land and there is no way to hide the farmland, then one has to work hard to earn a living and do the farming work himself.
The land is the farmers' root, but it is also the rope that binds them.
As long as the feudal dynasty remains in power, farmers will not benefit much no matter how high the land productivity is.
Alas, it seems that these agricultural products are difficult to sell. There are seeds in his supermarket, but there are very few grain seeds. Basically, they are flower seeds, and most of the fertilizers are flower fertilizers. There are some agricultural products that look like toys, such as boxed mushrooms that can be grown by just spraying some water.
Ye Zhou slapped his forehead.
Even if he doesn't open up the land, he can still eat fresh vegetables.
Although he could only think of mushrooms for now, he could open a box and grow them for a long time.
Well, if he can make more money in the future, he can buy some similar products and eat them himself even if he can't sell them.
Besides, he has to feed so many people. He can't always eat food from the supermarket. No matter how much he has, it will all be eaten up one day.
When Ye Zhou was looking through the goods, the refugees were already having dinner.
They had no table, so they sat on the floor to eat.
Wu Yan and his wife were looking forward to dinner early in the morning. They were eagerly waiting, with eating being the only thought in their minds.
Others were like them, although they didn't dare to rush over to grab it, they all stretched their necks,
"We'll have porridge tonight." Cao'er's mother put down the plate. "The immortal told you to eat some meat, but not too much. You can divide it among yourselves."
Each family was given a small plate of sausages, which were cut as thin as paper. It was obvious at a glance that they were made by Cao'er's mother.
The deep red lean meat is wrapped in almost transparent fat. Although there is more lean meat than fat, as long as it is meat, no one will dislike it.
The steamed sausages gave off a greasy aroma, and the refugees looked at the small dish of meat as if it were some rare treasure.
Wu Yan swallowed his saliva, reached out to pick up a piece and fed it to his wife. When his wife was about to open her mouth to take a bite, she suddenly retracted her head and whispered, "You eat it, I'll just eat the porridge."
Just as she was about to finish her words, Wu Yan stuffed a piece of sausage into her mouth.
The moment the sausage entered her mouth, Wu's wife forgot everything. The aroma of the meat and the oil was so delicious that she couldn't help but cry.
"Don't cry, why are you crying?" Wu Yan hurriedly wiped her tears and asked in a hoarse voice, "Is it delicious?"
Wu's wife nodded while crying.
She had never eaten anything so delicious.
During the whole journey, I had not eaten enough meat, not even tree bark.
Sugar and oil are the two things in the world that make people feel the happiest. The refugees are even unwilling to chew. They just hold the sausages in their mouths and eat them with porridge. After they finish the porridge, they chew the sausages and swallow them.
In addition to sausages and porridge, each of them was given a baked sweet potato.
Each one is bigger than an adult man's fist. When you tear off the outer layer of skin, you can reveal the reddish sweet potato flesh.
The hot steam comes out the moment the skin is torn open, and the sweet smell rushes straight to your nose.
Sweetness!
Some people couldn't wait to take a bite, not afraid of the heat, they held it in their mouths and blew on it, and when it cooled down and was edible, they chewed it twice and swallowed it.
"Sweet!" the first person to eat the sweet potato shouted excitedly, "Sweeter than sugar!"
Then no one spoke anymore and everyone just focused on eating sweet potatoes.
Cao'er's mother was a little proud: "As long as you work hard, you can have anything good to eat. Aren't we working in the fields just to have a bite to eat?"
Her and Cao'er's stomachs have been healed, and they no longer eat porridge, but white rice.
It tastes delicious when served with a portion of braised beef and salad cucumber.
The refugees envied the delicious food, but they did not dare to steal it for fear of being driven out by the immortals - if they went outside, they would die.
Besides, Cao'er's mother also said that as long as they get their stomachs healed, they will be able to eat such meals.
Cao'er ate without even raising her head. She had forgotten even her own name at that moment. She only remembered the smell of meat and eating meat.
They even poured the broth from the braised pork into the rice, mixed it well and ate it, without wasting any of it.
The immortal told them to rest for a few days and get back to work after they had recovered.
The refugees breathed a sigh of relief.
It's a good thing to have work to do.
While the new employees were recuperating, Ye Zhou was thinking about how to attract customers.
How can we prevent customers from staying in the supermarket all the time?
Doing business here is hell.
It seems that no matter what you do, there will be various threats.
Go directly to the roadside to pick people up?
Ye Zhou rejected the idea as soon as it came to his mind.
Setting up a stall on the roadside?
There are only nine men in the supermarket including him, and he is the only one who is relatively strong, but he can't protect the goods at all.
There is no possibility of doing business here.
But if it were to go to another place, such as the South as Cao'er and her daughter mentioned, as soon as his supermarket appeared, it would probably be raided by local officers and soldiers.
It seemed like no matter where he "landed", it was hellish difficulty.
In the end he had to ask the local natives for advice.
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When Cao'er's mother heard the immortal's call, she was cleaning up the dishes. The women were scrambling to wash the dishes, but Cao'er's mother was still worried.
The tableware was all made of exquisite porcelain, with thin white bowls and plates with green patterns on them. Compared with the porcelain, their hands looked particularly rough.
"Don't move. You can't afford the compensation if it breaks!" Cao'er's mother was frightened by their actions.
But before she could call Cao'er to come and clean up, she heard the voice of the immortal.
The voice seemed to come from all directions. Although the immortal was not there, his voice was lingering throughout the supermarket.
The refugees opened their mouths slightly. They didn't know where the immortal was. They could only kneel down towards the warehouse door and kowtow devoutly.
Cao'er and her daughter followed suit and kowtowed. After they finished, Cao'er's mother asked Cao'er with a rosy face, "The immortal is calling me, right?"
Cao'er's mother had no name. Before she got married, her family only called her by her nickname. After she got married, people called her Lao Zhang's. After she had children, she was called Cao'er's mother.
From birth to death, it seemed that she was destined not to have her own name.
Cao'er's mother didn't dare to delay and just said to Cao'er, "Watch them. Don't ask them to wash the dishes. If they break the dishes, it will be hard to explain to the immortals!"
Cao'er said hurriedly, "I'll wash myself. Mother, go quickly and don't let the immortal wait for you."
After Cao'er's mother left, the new employees saw that Cao'er was young, so they plucked up the courage to ask, "Girl, have you been following the immortal?"
Cao'er waved her hands and said, "We are all the same. My mother and I were rescued by an immortal not long ago. We were almost dead at that time, but the immortal took us in out of pity. He not only gave us clothes to wear and food to eat, but also gave us jobs to do."
Cao'er swallowed and said, "We have meat to eat every day."
The new employees also swallowed their saliva in unison.
With white rice and meat to eat, this is the fairy-like life in the opera.
Even people like Wu Yan, who had a small oil press at home, only ate meat once or twice a month and never had enough meat to eat.
Poor families don’t even have oil to cook, so they either steam or boil the food, and they are reluctant to add more salt.
After Cao'er collected the dishes and chopsticks, he said, "If you want to drink water, go outside. Forget it, I'll take you there now."
Cao'er distributed glasses to them first, but the new employees didn't dare to take them.
Even the emperor might not have seen a completely transparent cup. These peasants... are not worthy of it!
"This cup is fragile. You have to be careful when using it." Cao'er saw them hunching their shoulders and avoiding the cup, and remembered how she looked when she first saw the cup.
She wanted to worship it!
If the immortal hadn't been watching, she really wouldn't dare to use it.
Cao'er was proud, but she also said, "You dare not use this. Wait, I will get you something else."
She also brought over a carton of plastic cups. These cups were very light and would not break if they fell to the ground. Cao'er herself did not dare to use glass cups, so she used plastic cups in her daily life.
Glasses are more like treasures to them, not like cups, which cannot be used.
Sure enough, the new employees dared to take the plastic cup from Cao'er and looked at the cup in surprise.
The wall of the cup is so thin and light, but it looks very strong.
Cao'er: "Don't look at the cup. I'll teach you how to collect water."
"I've already said that immortals have great magical powers. These cups are treasures in our eyes, but in the eyes of immortals, they are probably no different from gravel on the roadside."
"You have seen too little. You will get used to it after a few days."
Although she had arrived not much earlier than them, she considered herself a senior.
Cao Er cleared her throat and said, "Okay, all of you come and try it. Fetch me a glass of water and let me see."
With so many people coming, Cao'er was only worried that someone would take her job.
Unfortunately, when she and her mother were alone a few days ago, she fainted while not working, and the immortal was unable to see her sincerity.
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Cao Er: Every day I expect to faint from exhaustion (I never pretend to faint, I am really honest)
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