Rebirth of a Farmhouse with Space

"Village Chief, that shabby house on Half Moon Mountain has no owner at all. How can you let us live there?"

The village chief said, "That house is a bit run-down, but if you don't want to live there, you can leave Daliang Village and go somewhere else to see if you can find a place to stay!"

Song Dashan was anxious, "But I am from Daliang Village!"

The village chief's son said, "Hey, when you just moved to the county town, didn't you say that you were no longer from Daliang Village? You also said that the people in Daliang Village were all peasants, and you were different from us. You were city people and were not on the same level as us peasants. Ah, it's only been a few months, and you forgot so quickly?"

Song Dashan asked anxiously, "When did I tell you this?"

"You didn't say that. Your eldest son and his wife said that. If you don't believe me, go ask them!"

Song Dashan turned his head to look at the eldest couple, and the couple lowered their heads so low that they were about to bury their heads in the ground!

"Let's go. Don't embarrass yourself here. If you had known it would end up like this, why did you do things so drastically in the first place?"

"That's right. Let's go. You are no longer villagers of Daliang Village. Don't come to Daliang Village again!"

Everyone started to make a fuss and wanted to drive Song Dashan and his family out of Daliang Village.

Song Dashan wanted the clan leader to come and speak for them, but the clan leader was late to show up, and the house was occupied by someone else. Song Dashan thought about taking a step back and living in Half Moon Mountain. He took a deep breath and said, "Okay, let's go live in Half Moon Mountain!"

Unexpectedly, the village chief changed his mind again, "I asked you to go and live there just now, but you were not happy about it. Now the villagers don't support you to stay. I have no choice. The villagers of Daliang Village have asked you to leave."

"you……!"

"It's no use pointing your finger at me. As the old saying goes, leave some room for error so that we can meet again in the future. When you moved to the county town, you thought you were great and superior to us. You didn't leave any room for error and offended everyone in the village. Now that you're down and out, it's too late to come back. You can't come back!"

Song Dashan felt that it was not enough for his face to be stepped on by others, but they also stepped on it a few times! "Let's go, let's go now!"

Song Laoda followed behind Song Dashan. Seeing his old father's back suddenly hunched, he felt a little uncomfortable. "Dad, where are we going now?"

Song Dashan lowered his head, as if his soul had been taken away, and walked aimlessly in the direction of Daliang Village, "I don't know, I'll just go wherever I go!"

Song Lao Er was sitting in a wheelchair. This wheelchair was bought with Zhang's only remaining private money. After buying this wheelchair, she had no money left!

"Don't you have eyes? You see a stone on the ground and you want to bump into it. You're going to kill me!" Song Laoer was upset and irritated. He didn't dare to say anything in front of his parents, but he thought it was okay to bully his wife.

"understood!"

Song Daya followed behind them with her head down, wondering why. Shouldn't living again allow her to reverse her life? She thought her father had become a child of a wealthy family, and she could also become a daughter. But before she could enjoy a few days of happiness, she was thrown into prison. After finally getting out of prison, she was even more miserable now, without even a place to stay.

What went wrong? These things never happened in the previous life. Yes, the problem lies with the third uncle. In the previous life, their family did not die. Not only did they not die, but they became better and better and often gave money to their grandparents. In order to compete with the third aunt, her mother sold her early and used the money from selling her body to buy delicious food and clothes for her brothers!

Did the Third Uncle and his family die in this life? Maybe they didn't die, but if they didn't, where would they be now?

Nanchen, who is being remembered by others, is currently negotiating business with merchants. The orders he has on hand are already scheduled until August next year. For 20,000 bags of cement, after deducting the workers' wages, food expenses, and taxes to be paid to the court, Nanchen can earn a net profit of 700 taels.

If it was Nanchen who went out to do business and get orders in the first few months after setting up the factory, now that his cement has become famous, merchants come directly to place orders. Not only that, but the merchants will also introduce other merchants, and in this way, more and more orders are coming to the door. Add to that the purchases from cross-provincial merchants traveling back and forth from the farm, and business is even busier!

At the beginning of next spring, Nanchen plans to open a branch factory in Wuyangliu Village so that the villagers of Yangliu Village don’t have to travel so far to work and can earn money in their own village!

Yes, the last time the villagers of Yangliu Village came to Nanchen to finish work on the construction site, many of them who were capable, loyal and honest were retained by Nanchen and arranged to work in the cement factory. They were paid the same amount as the workers from Xiangyang Village. The people from Yangliu Village were all very active in their work and they all cherished this job!

In order to better demonstrate the benefits of cement floors to merchants, Nanchen paved cement roads for the entire village free of charge. The cement roads are connected all the way to the official road behind the mountain. In this way, no matter it rains or snows, people will not get their shoes wet when walking around in the village.

"Nanchen, where are you from?" Village chief Zhao Yunchuan took a few quick steps to meet Nanchen and asked.

Nan Chen replied with a gentle smile, "I am sending a few merchants out of the village. Where are you going, Village Chief?!"

Zhao Yunchuan put his hand on Nan Chen's shoulder and said with some complaints, "How many times have I told you that when we are not together, don't call me village chief, call me big brother. If you think calling me big brother is not good, then just call me big brother Zhao! We are so familiar with each other, why do we have to be so distant?"

"Brother Zhao!"

"Hey, that's right. Are you busy right now? If you're not busy, come with me to pick someone up!"

"Who to pick up?"

"You don't know, the person who came back this time is a big shot, he used to be a high-ranking official in the capital, and for some reason he offended someone above him, so his whole family was sentenced to be exiled to the northern border. It just so happened that our village was newly built, with a small population and a large area, so they were arranged to be sent to our village."

Nan Chen asked, "How many people?"

Zhao Yunchuan took out the receipt document and looked at it before replying, "Two hundred and four people!"

"so many people?"

"Who said it wasn't true? I never thought that high-ranking officials could have such a high number of children!"

Nan Chen didn't understand it that way, "Could it include all the servants?"

Zhao Yunchuan was really asked, "I really don't know about this. The relationships between rich and powerful families must be very complicated. Forget it, we have no right to interfere in other people's family affairs. I am only responsible for counting the number of people according to the quota on the document and then finding a place for them to stay."

"Well, by the way, Brother Zhao, what do you think of setting up a school in the village as I told you before?"