Rebirth of farming for a living

"Master, we are almost reaching Fucheng. Can't we go to Fucheng first and come back here tomorrow?"

The young man felt aggrieved when he saw his master walking like a tiger and a tiger in a hurry.

"You are so young, how come you are not as good as an old man like me? You have already come here, why do you have to go to Fucheng first?" The old man blew his beard angrily and glared.

The boy silently glanced at his master, who had nothing in his hands, and then at himself, who was covered in baggage.

The master looked fresh and free of any burdens.

I was like an old scalper, carrying the master's various valuable things on my back and not daring to let go. I was sweating all over.

But no matter who gave the young man some courage, he didn't dare to say it. He only dared to add: "I'm afraid that it will be dark and I won't be able to reach the city, which will delay the master's stay."

I don’t know what the master was thinking. Not to mention the stops and stops on the way, he saw that he was almost reaching Fucheng, so he let the rented carriage turn around and went back, taking him to walk slowly.

Euphemistically called: exercising?

Why are you taking me with you to exercise on a hot day?

I almost fainted from your exercise.

"What's so hard about staying overnight? Just find a place to live. It's not what I said to you, but you are too lacking in exercise and have no toughness. It's a shame that I named you He Jiangang, but you're not strong at all..."

What followed was an expected tirade.

The boy's life is also his life, sir.

He Qiang is a good name for me.

Not to mention how many people laughed at this name.

You are slipping away from me like a donkey, when will I be strong?

No matter how He Qiangqiang complained in his heart, his old master ignored him and went straight to admire the large stretch of sugar cane.

Seeing the master stroking his beard, he was just about to recite a poem.

This sugar cane has just grown up not long ago. Although the neatness is very curative for obsessive-compulsive disorder, anyone who is strong enough to look left and right, up and down, will not find anything interesting to look at.

He Qiangqiang shook his head helplessly and followed his master with a grimace.

At this time, Li Qiuyan and his party had arrived at the workshop.

There are not many people in this workshop at present, and most of the people who use it are the same old people.

It's just that none of them looked a little worried. Du Zhaoyang had already transferred a manager from the Du family.

Seeing Du Bajin from the mansion bringing a car of people over, the manager was still a little confused.

When Du Bajin explained the identities of Li Qiuyan and Jiang Zhe, the manager lowered his guard and put on an earnest smile.

"Dong Li's family, Master Li, Jiang Dong's family." The steward had heard Du Zhaoyang say many times that it was a joint venture with a friend.

That friend's age matched that of Li Qiuyan in front of him.

Strictly speaking, Li Qiuyan is the biggest owner.

How can a manager not be attentive?

Although he is from the Du family, he is nothing special.

Li Qiuyan wants to replace himself, which is just a matter of words.

Thinking of this, the smile on the steward's face became more and more eager.

Li Qiuyan didn't say much, and asked the steward not to be polite, and just planned to walk around the workshop.

In fact, this workshop is not very busy now. The sugar cane is not in the mature season, so of course there is no way to make brown sugar.

Fortunately, when Du Zhaoyang bought this workshop, he also bought the inventory inside.

So the brown sugar is enough and piled a lot.

The manager asked Du Zhaoyang if he wanted to find a seller to sell it, but Du Zhaoyang refused.

Although the steward was a little confused, he didn't dare to ask any more questions.

It wasn't until sweet honey was served with brown sugar that the steward realized the young master's foresight.

The workshop now makes maltose.

The sales of maltose are also very good.

According to the old practice in this workshop, when there is no season for making brown sugar, the villagers go home to farm.

Only those whose families had little land or who volunteered to work in workshops were left to make some maltose.

There are also some fields in Zhoucun dedicated to growing green wheat for use in making maltose.

Although he didn't pay attention on the way, Li Qiuyan just saw a lot of green wheat piled in the yard of the workshop.

It turned out to be this function.

When the sugar cane harvest is good, the workshop will use the money to harvest the sugar cane and invite the villagers to help make sugar.

Relying on selling sugar cane and this workshop, Zhoucun's life seems to be good.

At least when Li Qiuyan saw it, there were several green brick houses.

You must know that in Lijiazhuang, blue brick houses are rare.

Such a good place, if it weren't for the internal strife among several partners and Du Zhaoyang's help, this workshop would really not be in his hands.

I was really lucky to meet Du Zhaoyang, who was sincere at heart.

Jiang Zhe thought the same way, and he should be nicer to Du Zhaoyang in the future.

As for Li Mu, in less than two days, the various surprises from the beginning have become a bit strange.

He was also called young master because of Li Qiuyan's favor, which was quite embarrassing when he thought about it.

Now, even if Li Qiuyan says something about her, I'm afraid Li Mu can't even blink.

Li Qiuyan walked around. Although the workers were a little curious, they had seen the power of the stewards and did not dare to raise their heads to take a closer look.

At this time, everyone's heads were also wrapped in cloth towels.

Li Qiuyan wanted to laugh when he saw it, but Du Zhaoyang carried out his move thoroughly.

Seeing that everything was in order and the brown sugar was stored properly, Li Qiuyan didn't raise any objections.

Li Qiuyan estimated that the sweet and nutritious brown sugar cubes were almost sold out, so he asked the steward to arrange for someone to move some brown sugar onto the carriage.

Transport these back to Fucheng first, and then make some yourself to replenish the sweetness.

Thinking about it this way, there is a lot of work to do.

Li Qiuyan wanted to leave the method of nourishing brown sugar cubes to the people in the workshop.

It can be seen that there are not many people left in the workshop, and Du Zhaoyang has not followed, so it is not easy for him to do this rashly.

After the matter was done, with the steward's attentive wave, Du Bajin drove the carriage and planned to return to Fucheng.

As soon as the carriage turned a corner, Du Bajin shouted in surprise: "Oh my God!"

Three heads popped out of the carriage.