Old Master Li saw their concerns from their expressions, so he said cheerfully, "It's my fault for not making it clear to everyone. Everyone who comes to help out at my house will be paid thirteen cents a day. If you're interested, you can tell me now and you can start working tomorrow morning!"
Everyone was stunned upon hearing this. For a moment, a murmur broke out among the crowd. Someone asked in disbelief, "Is there really thirteen coins a day?"
Mr. Li nodded: "Of course!"
After hearing this, the crowd was no longer silent as before. They were all very excited and came forward one after another to say that someone in their family was willing to go and do the work.
Are you kidding? They only make ten cents a day now, which is three cents more than what they earn in a day now. How can they not be excited!
Everyone responded immediately! If the work here hadn't been completed yet, they would have wanted to do this kind of work!
Finally, after recruiting a total of 42 people, Mr. Li went to the village to find more than 20 people!
Li Yan was not idle when she returned home, but prepared chili oil. The snack shop was preparing to make fried dumplings, and Li Yan thought of preparing some dipping sauce for her elder brother.
This not only attracts customers, but also promotes chili peppers, killing two birds with one stone!
With a sizzling sound, the kitchen was instantly filled with a rich spicy aroma and red chili oil, which looked very appetizing.
Li Xiaomei, who was watching from the side, swallowed unconsciously, "Smelling this fragrance makes me feel hungry!"
"Auntie, can we use this hot sauce to dip our dumplings in tonight?"
"Do you want to eat dumplings?"
Li Yan didn't explain much, but nodded.
Making dumplings was not a difficult task for Li Xiaomei, so she started working on it with swift hands and feet!
When Li Erlang returned in the evening, Li Yan talked to her father about harvesting sweet potatoes. "After the medicinal herbs in the fields are harvested, I will start harvesting the sweet potatoes. When the time comes, should these sweet potatoes be taken directly to the county government office, or how should they be disposed of? Dad, remember to ask Lord Zheng in advance so that he can know in advance and make arrangements early!"
Li Yan donated half of the sweet potatoes to the imperial court. She kept some for herself to plant next year, and donated the rest to the people of Rongcheng. Since they had been donated, they no longer belonged to her, so Li Yan planned to hand over the sweet potatoes to Zheng County Magistrate for arrangement.
"I know about this matter. I will go to the county government office tomorrow to discuss this matter with the county magistrate!"
In the following days, the villagers invited by Li Yan were extremely busy.
After digging up twenty acres of medicinal herbs, Li Yan instructed the villagers to start digging sweet potatoes!
When the sweet potatoes buried in the soil were dug out, many villagers were shocked to see so many crops dug out from one acre of land. They had never seen such high-yield crops in their growth!
Even though the villagers of Lijia Village had seen the high yield of potatoes and had some mental preparation, they were still shocked and speechless when they saw the sweet potatoes piled up like a mountain!
This, this, this, this thing actually has such a high yield? If I could grow some at home, I wouldn't have to worry about going hungry anymore! The more I thought about it, the more excited I felt!
However, they only dared to think about it, but did not dare to act rashly.
When County Magistrate Zheng heard that Li Yan wanted to pick sweet potatoes, he directly ordered Li Erlang to bring officers to inspect the fields. With inspecting officials around, no one would dare to steal even if they had some ideas in mind!
If you are mistaken for a thief, a beating is the least you can do.
It is very likely that the county magistrate will bring disaster to his family in a fit of rage. The people would not dare to take the risk unless they had no other choice to survive!
On this side, the villagers of Lijia Village are busy harvesting sweet potatoes.
On the other side of Rongcheng, Li Ji Snack Shop
There's a long queue at the door
These people are here to taste the spicy soup and fried dumplings from Li’s snack shop!
It’s not uncommon to find fried dumplings in restaurants and snack stalls in the city, but why is there such a long queue outside the snack shop?
In addition to the spicy soup from Li Ji Snack Shop, there is another thing I miss, which is the chili oil provided by Li Ji Snack Shop.
The hot pan-fried dumplings, dipped in the salty, spicy chili oil, are simply delicious.
The people of Rongcheng who are used to spicy food now seem to find their meals less tasty without chili peppers. Therefore, after Li Ji Snack Shop introduced fried dumplings dipped in chili oil, the snack shop's business has become even better!
It’s just dinner time and a long line has formed in front of Li Ji’s shop. It looks so lively!
The fact that Lijia Village harvested high-yield crops was not concealed, and some people knew about it!
"Hey, have you heard? Lijia Village has grown a high-yield crop!" said a person who was queuing in the crowd.
"I heard about it too, and it seems to be true!" a passerby echoed.
Some people from their village went to Lijia Village to work, and he heard what they said with his own ears!
"Is there such a thing?"
"You all should know about the story of a county lady in Lijia Village. It was this county lady who presented this crop to His Majesty, and that is why she was awarded this honor!" said an old man who knew a lot.
At this time, everyone no longer felt that queuing was unbearable, and they all asked for details!
This man's nephew works in the county government, so he naturally knows more details than others.
Seeing everyone's eyes on him, the man straightened his back and said calmly, "If you don't believe me, you can go to Lijia Village and take a look. There are yamen runners patrolling there right now!"
Someone asked curiously, "Old man, do you know how high the yield of that crop is?"
The old man stroked his sparse beard in a pretentious manner and said calmly, "You may not believe me if I tell you."
Everyone had already been whetted by this matter and hurriedly urged, "Hurry up and tell us, hurry up and tell us, don't keep us in suspense!"
The old man also felt the burning gazes of the crowd, but did not answer. Instead, he raised two fingers in a mysterious manner.
"Two hundred pounds?" someone asked without thinking.
"It's definitely more than 200 kilograms. 200 kilograms is not considered a high yield!"
Everyone thought it made sense and stared intently at the old man who knew the inside story.
The old man felt that the atmosphere was tense and that if he didn't speak up, someone would accuse him of being a traitor. He cleared his throat and said, "Two thousand pounds!"
The originally noisy team suddenly fell silent. Everyone looked at the old man in a daze for a moment, some of them couldn't believe their ears. Could it be that they had heard it wrong?
Someone asked in disbelief: "Two...two thousand pounds?"
The old man stroked his sparse goatee and nodded in agreement.
Someone present couldn't help but pinch himself, and suddenly cried out in pain, "Ouch!" It turned out to be real, he wasn't dreaming!
Then he laughed out loud, "It's not a dream, it's not a dream!"
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