"Grandpa, Grandpa Qian, this is our new farm."
After getting off the carriage, the servant went down and knocked on the door.
When the doorman heard that his new master had arrived, he was so frightened that he hurried to find the village head, "Head, head, some people came over and said they are our new master!"
What? New master?
How come he doesn't know when he will get a new master?
No, their master is the prefect. It is impossible for the prefect to be short of money and sell the farm.
The village head was so nervous that he broke out in a sweat.
Their lives and deaths were entirely decided by their master. The prefect's wife was a kind person and was not bad to them, the servants.
Farmers outside all earn 80%, but my wife sympathizes with us and says that life is not easy, so the farm's produce has always been 370%.
Now that a new master has come, if he follows his rules, won't they be dead?
He ran frantically towards the door, and saw three carriages and people getting out of them, his heart in his throat.
These people were not ones he could afford to offend, so he bent down cautiously and asked, "Greetings, gentlemen. May I ask what you are doing?"
He wanted to ask them if they knew whose territory this was.
Prefect, they are your people!
Zhao Dashu took out the land deeds and a bunch of indentures and said, "The governor has sold this place to me. Take a look."
He knew that the steward must be able to read, so it would be best to show it to them clearly.
Zhuangtou took it with trembling hands, and when the other party said "Taishou", his heart fell into the abyss.
"How is it possible? How is it possible..."
Zhao Xiaoyu was really afraid that he would faint from overstimulation. His face and lips were gray, and beads of sweat were dripping down. It seemed as if the snow around him was just an illusion. It was midsummer.
His body was staggering, as if he had suffered a huge blow.
It's just a change of master, they should still do what they are supposed to do, so what's the big deal?
Do you despise them for not being as powerful as the prefect?
If this is the case, he can be considered a successful village head.
"The servant kowtows to the master!"
The village head instinctively knelt down and kowtowed. It was definitely their master. The land deed clearly stated that he was the real master, and the indentures were all in the other party's hands. They had indeed changed their master.
The person behind him knelt down immediately.
"Get up and take us inside."
If you want to live in it, you have to do some repairs, maybe even rebuild the house.
"Master, please!"
The doorman quickly opened the gate, and the carriage went in, with the head of the village following behind.
"Master, please come!"
"Why is the house so well built?"
"The wife of the governor comes here to escape the heat for two months every summer, and these houses are prepared for them.
The old house was very dilapidated before, but these are all newly built, about six years old, and they are repaired and maintained every year, so they are no different from brand new ones.
"How many rooms does this house have?"
"Three entrances, sixty-eight rooms front and back."
Good heavens, no wonder the prefect said he didn’t make any money at this price. Not only did he not make any money, he might even have lost money.
He dared to say that the prefect had probably never been here, otherwise he would never sell it to him at this price.
"Does the governor also come here every year to escape the summer heat?"
"No, my Lord has never been here. He is so busy with official business that he has no time."
Tsk, what's so busy about official business? He sleeps in the government office at night?
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