Rebirth Married The Control Group Fulang

Xu He led two servants around the house. When building the house, he didn't think much about the servants, so he didn't have a house for the servants.

The hierarchy of peasant households is clearly not like that of large households. Although the status of scholars, farmers, businessmen, and peasants is high, it can be high, but it does not hinder poverty.

This meal is not enough to eat, who cares about getting so much.

Xu He simply vacated two utility rooms. The room is very small, and it is estimated that the two rooms are only as big as a bedroom.

Make one room on the east side and one room on the west side, just enough for a bed, even if it is a servant, but the little brother Ranger is different from a man after all, so don't mess with these human relations rules.

"By the way, what were your first names?"

The man said: "It's enough for husband to give you a cheap name."

Xu He thought for a while, and also, since they have all moved to a new place, they can no longer keep their old names.

"Then you can call him Wuzi, my brother is called Wenzi."

"Xie Fulang gave the name." The two servants thanked Xu He together, and respectfully followed him around the house.

Xu He took out the quilt and some old utensils that he lived in the old house, and just used them for the two servants. After getting acquainted, Xiao Wu will go to the other side of the tea shed to guard the shop, but he also has to leave a place at the other end, which is more convenient.

"Is it settled?"

When Zhang Fangyuan came back, he went to the back room to tease the two children. He didn't know whether he woke up naturally or was woken up by the old father.

The four eyes stared at Zhang Fangyuan from left to right, Rui Li sucked his fingers to eat the delicious food, and Rui Jin stared straight at his father's chin, as if he was looking at how many new stubbles had grown.

"I've asked the two of you to clean up your own house. Is it okay if I take the word civil and military?"

"There's nothing wrong with that."

Xu He took a sip of tea and saw Zhang Fangyuan holding two children on both sides: "Are you sore from holding hands like this, let me hug you."

"These two guys are only a little heavier. I can carry two more with one hand."

Zhang Fangyuan looked at the two cubs from left to right. As the month got bigger and bigger, he felt that he was getting heavier day by day, and the longer he got, the whiter he was. The chubby is attractive, which is not in vain It is goat milk and breast milk feeding.

"It's getting late. If you look at the child, I'll go cook. After a while, Xiao'e will come back from school for dinner." The girl was obedient and sensible, and Xu He was alone every time. When she was working at home, she came back to cook and help take care of the koi. Since there are more people today, he doesn't have to be as busy as the little girl.

Zhang Fangyuan wanted to hug the child again, but when he was about to tell him to go, Wu Zi said outside the door: "Master, Fu Lang, there are guests outside."

"Who is it?"

"Say it's the village chief."

Zhang Fangyuan's eyebrows moved, and Xu He took the child.

"The village head even asked me to kiss the child."

"go quickly."

Zhang Fangyuan walked outside and asked Wuzi, "Have you tidied up your house?"

"It's ready."

Zhang Fangyuan responded: "Go and make a pot of tea."

"Fang Yuan, why did a black man come to your house, looking so unfamiliar, I thought I went to the wrong place when I opened the courtyard door."

The village chief muttered when he saw Zhang Fangyuan.

Zhang Fangyuan smiled: "It's the two servants brought back from the Yahang, helping with small things in the house."

The village chief couldn't help but clicked his tongue, and bought servants in a blink of an eye, and raised two more people at once: "You are now a landlord."

"The head of the village don't make jokes, what kind of landlord is my two acres of land?"

Zhang Fangyuan led people into the middle hall to talk, the village head brought tea to Wuzi as soon as his butt was touching the bench, he couldn't help but look at Wuzi up and down while receiving the tea, his eyes were full of envy, it was in someone else's house, I also enjoyed the feeling of being a master for a while.

Although the status of being a businessman is a bit low, life is really comfortable.

"Village Chief, but what I said earlier has progressed."

Zhang Fangyuan looked at Wuzi like the old man, knowing that the villagers were envious of someone serving at home, but what he didn't know was that the old man had other hobbies.

The village head came back to his senses: "That's exactly what happened. I went back and thought about it all night. I think it's okay to grow more mulberry trees and open some fish ponds to make Diaoyutai as you said. I can also talk to the villagers. The crops can be exchanged for money. It’s just that you said that the vegetable fields should be organized into patches to grow vegetables, and the villagers at the border will probably not agree to it.”

"Let's discuss the news in a meeting first. If everyone agrees, everything will be fine. If someone doesn't agree, then take a step back."

The village head nodded: "That's fine."

"What about Tangjiaba?"

The village head took a sip of tea, heard the words and put down the cup, and snorted coldly: "I went to Tangjiaba in the morning, but I didn't wait for me to tell you that Rencun has already borrowed the east wind from Hongshi Village. The illiterate villager also chanted sourly the words "the east garden carries wine and the west garden gets drunk, pick all the loquats and a tree of gold", advocating tourists to go to their village to pick and buy loquats, which can be eaten or picked back for cooking Loquat wine."

"The people in Tangjiaba transport the loquats to the official road with baskets and loads. This year's fruit is better than in previous years. In previous years, the merchants who came to the city to harvest fruits and sell them in the city are not as good as the villagers in Tangjiaba this year. Pay attention."

Zhang Fangyuan laughed: "I don't blame the melon farmers in Tangjiaba for ignoring the fruit merchants in the city. In the past years, these fruit merchants in the city went to Tangjiaba to harvest fruits, and the prices were extremely low. This one chooses the other." The family picks, and the airs are bigger than the county magistrate, can the villagers not complain, now that there are other outlets, they will naturally vent their anger."

The village head let out a sigh of relief: "It's a pity that our village doesn't have ready-made melons and fruits, otherwise we wouldn't be at a disadvantage."

Zhang Fangyuan didn't say yes or no when he heard the words, thinking that people from the court came to him in a hurry to talk to him, and it was Tangjiaba who inspired him.

The village head is getting old, but he has to do things in a hurry. At noon, he talked to Zhang Fangyuan about the matter. In the afternoon, he called the villagers for a meeting in the village's thatched cottage. Only then did the village get rid of the complaints about paying taxes Turning around, the pot exploded again.

"The cost of harvesting crops is not good. How can there be more fields to raise fish, mulberry and silkworms?"

The villagers spoke directly in the thatched cottage: "It's not that they haven't raised silkworms before, but there is no market, and it is not easy to sell."

"It's good to say, to open up new land to do it, but where is so much energy, the few acres of my own land can't be managed well."

The villagers were swearing and swearing, and the higher-ups couldn't understand what each person said, and the whole hall was noisy.

The village chief has long been familiar with this situation, but whenever the village notifies something, or the county government arranges something, everyone has to make a noise, waiting for people to make noise for a long time, dry mouth dry. Only then did the village chief slap the pillar with a thick bamboo stick two fingers wide, and the sound of crackling made everyone quiet.

"What's the noise?