Legend of Concubine’s Daughter Minglan Chapter 207: Heishan Village Anecdote

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The night is cool in the mountains, and the moon is not over yet, Minglan fell asleep curled up into a ball, Gu Tingye hugged her body like a mountain, holding her cold hands and feet all night, her cold body pressed against the small stove The body of a man was so comfortable.

This night, the man slept very comfortably, thinking of Minglan being asked before going to bed, her face flushed like a cooked chubby octopus roll, she bit her white teeth to death, and finally couldn’t hold her back. Live, almost embarrassed to climb the window to escape, even when the man couldn't help laughing in his sleep, Ming Lan would beat his chest angrily.

The next day it was dark, and Gu Tingye led Xie Ang and other guards to the Western Suburb Camp.

"If you are busy, don't rush back at night." Minglan mumbled sleepily, "With these many nursing homes, you can rest assured."

"Understood, you can make up your mind if you have something." Gu Tingye kissed her warm cheek before leaving Zhuangzi.

Ming Lan's expectation is not bad, there is Tu Long's hideous face, and there are two burly and sturdy guardians standing next to him. The staff in Heishan Village are very honest, Ming Lan is far away Yuan sat behind the screen and directly ordered the matter.

Like Balo Fook, the chief steward in charge of the villager, he knew what to say and do when the master came to inquire. He brought a group of in-charge officers and villagers to greet Minglan with a smile on his face. , I prepared a lot of materials to talk to Minglan, who knows that Minglan didn't ask a word, only a little chat with Balo Fu.

Ba Lao Fu and others were confused and had to talk one by one.

"Madam, they're all here." At this moment, Jeonju's wife came in and responded with a low brow.

Across the screen, Minglan's clear voice is very kind: "According to the order in the booklet, let them come in."

Dan Ju started from the case, took the roster handed over by Shi Cai Balo Fu, and read it slowly; the steward didn’t understand what was wrong, and saw Gongsun Meng commanding several Jia Ding and carrying a half man The tall big basket came in.

With a bang, it was the sound of copper and iron, and it was placed on the floor of the hall. Everyone turned their heads and looked around, almost jumping up in shock—it was a basket full of copper coins; reflected in the light of dawn, The piles of copper coins wrapped around the big red thick rope glowed with a heart-pounding bright blue-gray, and everyone was suddenly dazzled.

Ming Lan floated and said: "This year has ended, they have worked hard. Now this Zhuangzi has the surname Gu, I will give a little reward for the first time when I come back, which makes everyone happy."

"Madam, this..." Balo Fu faintly felt bad.

Before the public officials could react, Jeon-ju’s wife had already sang her name loudly. When a tenant came in, she sent a large sum of money, and then asked if there are elderly people in their 60s in the family, and if there is one, give 300 more. After the money was distributed, Dan Ju ticked off a sum of money and a name; the tenant farmer holding the heavy string of money, still in the mist, walked out of the hall vacantly.

The first few dealers were weak or trembling when they came in. After five or six posts were sent, all the tenants who were waiting later heard the news and learned that today there was a good thing for the owner to reward money. It suddenly seemed The salt was sprinkled into the hot oil pan, and the front yard was full of noise. When they came in, they were full of red faces, and when they went out, they were beaming with auspicious words of thanks.

The bosses looked at each other, wondering what Minglan meant. Some of them were angry and flattered, and some turned loudly to flatter Minglan's kind deeds; however, there was sweat on his forehead. With such wide-eyed villagers staring at the side, Ming Lan was not afraid that these tenant farmers would lie on the elderly at home.

Heishanzhuang’s registered fields totaled 62 hectares. There were 33 tenant farmers listed on the record, plus the elderly. Minglan sent a total of six to seven thousand dollars in the morning, almost emptied a basket.

There was an episode in the middle. Because I heard that there was money to be distributed, several tenant farmers came later. They kept saying that they were also tenant farmers of the Black Mountain Villa, but their names were not in the book; Baro Fu immediately ran into Dou Da Of sweat. Ming Lan was not angry, and only smiled and gave money to these tenant farmers. Before Balofu could come up with an explanation, Ming Lan had instructed Cui Ping and Cui An to bring a few villagers and a team of guards. Jia Ding, went out to survey the land.

Ballaofu understood Ming Lan's intentions, and his face was scared. When he wanted to explain something, Ming Lan waved his hand lazily, letting others go, and went to rest.

As soon as he returned to the back room, Xia Zhu couldn't help but said: "The day before yesterday, the lady ordered the account to prepare a lot of scattered money. It turned out to be used in this way." She didn't dare to talk more, but she obviously regretted the distressed look on her face, using her eyes. Tell Minglan his feelings.

Xiao Tao has a calm face. She has always thought that what Ming Lan does is right. Dan Ju teased Ming Lan and undressed, and said softly: "Why didn't Madam ask about the affairs of the village? You didn't ask anything for a few days. How about several stewards."

Ming Lan said: "What they want to say and listen to me may not be what I want to know; what I want to know, they may not be willing to speak honestly."

"They dare to deceive Madam!" Dan Orange frowned, heaving his chest angrily, and then whispered, "What do you want to know, let's go back and find out."

Minglan took a sip of warm tea and carefully enjoyed the official kiln bodied famille rose bowl in her hands: "It's nothing, but I want to know how many fields this village has and how many tenants there are."

Except for these two items, the rest, such as concealing accounts and engulfing rent money, etc., can be handled slowly with the door closed. Moreover, from the manager to the banker, Minglan has everything in his hands. There is no seniority for years, so you can handle it whatever you want.

Minglan's money is not gray-haired.

When the Cui family brothers went to survey the fields, the tenant tenants who were originally scrupulous about the managerial affairs were very enthusiastic, and some were more flexible. They got some clues, and everyone led the way and pointed out what should not be said. Everything that should be said was shaken out, and a few stewards and Zhuangtou rushed around, but they died under the evil eyes of the Tu family brothers.

However, in just two days, Cui Ping and Cui An had clearly measured the huge fields and recorded the thickness of the farmland. Gongsun Meng dragged a steward who knew how to write, and removed those who were not registered in the register. The tenants visited one by one.

The complexion heads' faces are getting more and more ugly.

Gu Tingye only came back for two nights these days. It seems that the school reading is getting busy. Many military camps are eating empty pay. It is not very good to check the Hyogo department. Every time I go back to Zhuangzi, I ask Ming Lanke. When there is something difficult, Ming Lan doesn't want to disturb him. There is nothing wrong with the way. Gu Tingye is very tired day and night, and basically falls asleep.

On the third day, when the enumeration was completed, the Cui family brothers and Ah Meng handed in the dossiers. The situation was clear at a glance: Heishan Villa had 690 acres of fertile land, plus four or five tenant farmers, and they were'some enthusiastic' People's inform, several stewards, including Baroque, have set up their own property outside, but they are in the name of relatives.

Ba Laofu and other stewards knelt in front of Minglan Gate in sweat, and did not dare to wipe them.

Ming Lan sat inside, slowly flipping through the volume, and only said indifferently: "You are the slaves of criminal officials. When the mansion was copied, people like you were sold out. You It was rewarded by Zhuangzi, and now the Guogong Mansion has been called clean, but you have hidden many of these furniture, you are really good slaves."

The tone is very light, but the meaning is extremely powerful. Everyone kowtows and pleads. Balao Fu has a bruised forehead, and he raised his head and said: "It's all the little ones who are blinded by lard, the little ones know Wrong, I only hope that Mrs. will show favor, and we will sell the farms outside immediately, and pay for the money..."

"Nonsense! Is the madam coveting your money?" Dan Orange scolded loudly.

Several stewards continued to kowtow. Minglan looked at them for a while, and calmed down: "That's all, you are the old people of the National Palace. After years of hard work, saving some savings is nothing. ——"

The first few listened to Minglan’s tone of tone, and couldn’t help but feel a little loose on her face. Who knew that Minglan’s conversation turned around and continued: "But you conceal the farms on the farm and keep tenants privately. This is a violation of family rules. If that’s the case, everyone in the future will be like this. Isn’t Gu’s chaotic, this is really difficult..."

The managers of the villagers were worried, and they only waited for Ming Lan to fall away. Ming Lan saw their faces turning blue and white, and felt almost done, and said mildly: "That's it, let's talk about it when the master is done with official duties." /

After saying this, I took all the account books and name books, and left two stewards from the mansion to check the accounts and a few guards. Minglan left Heishanzhuang, and the couple was in Guyan that night. When Zhuang met, Ming Lan saw that Gu Tingye still had some spirit, and said a little bit about the matter.

"Does the extra field be exchanged for the emperor?" Minglan's expression was very upright. She had always paid her father when she was a child.

The man couldn't help but let go of his squeezed brows, and said with a smile: "When the emperor gave Zhuangzi, did he say how many fields there are?"

Ming Lan shook her head.

"We have found out the minions who deceive the top and the bottom. It is not the occupation of the people's land. What are you afraid of."

Ming Lan felt that it was the same, so she concentrated on rubbing Gu Tingye's wet hair. Gu Tingye saw her look relaxed and relaxed, slightly different: "They are deceiving like this, you are not very angry?"

"...It's really not very angry." Minglan looked up and thought for a while, "Although they are greedy for some money fields, they are still reasonably well-measured and never forced the tenant farmers to death."

Checking around in the past few days, Minglan found that most of the tenants in the village had a pretty good life; they did not sell children or daughters, nor did they starve to death. The impression that the guys at Heishanzhuang gave Minglan was that they were not courageous, and collectively loved petty theft.

But also because of this, this Zhuangzi's servant was not well-known, so he was not sold, but directly transferred to the hero.

Of course, in essence, it is because Minglan does not agree with the efficiency of slavery in ancient times.

Those servants who have a physical bond in the hands of the master’s house, if they do service work in the mansion, they have a fixed monthly payment. If they are appreciated by the master, there will be additional rewards; but asking these slaves to manage the farm is a problem It's complicated. The failure of the big pot meal system proves one thing. Human beings are profitable animals. To produce long-term and stable benefits, it is impossible without incentive rewards and punishments.

Those who handle large sums of money in the land, through hard work, the farms are prosperous, but as servants without personal freedom, they cannot own their own property, which is absolutely against the laws of economics and the principles of human nature. .

The point is how much Balo Fu and the others swallowed. If it is within a certain range, it is not unforgivable. After all, it seems that the Black Mountain Villa can be taken care of in the past few days. Besides...

Ming Lan sighed: "There are fewer credible people around us. You might as well think about the loyal old family members in the Hou Mansion. If they are reliable, they don’t guard against..." She didn’t believe in Mrs. Tai If you can catch it all in one go, those servants who have been in Ningyuan Mansion for many generations, Gu Tingye is also the master of the head.

Gu Tingye was silent for a long time before he nodded slightly, and turned to the subject again: "The reputation of Heishanzhuang is still good. If there is something bad, you decide what to do. After returning to the house, ask Hao Dacheng to do it." After a pause, he pointed to the ground, "This Zhuangzi is different. Tomorrow I will leave a team of guards for you."

Ming Lan stopped her hands, tilted her head and smiled: "No, I have enough staff."

She is currently satisfied with the deterrence of the Tu Brothers.

Gu Tingye raised her handsome eyebrows and smiled without answering: She is clear-headed and clear, but she still lacks a bit of experience.

——She really wanted to scratch him!