The Peasant Girl’s Splendid Manor

Chapter 45 The best debut (1)

With the cotton grain ready, Mo Yan purchased a batch of coarse cotton and linen from the cloth village. Farmers with ordinary conditions often do menial work, and rarely wear good clothes except when visiting relatives during festivals. Coarse cotton and linen cloth are just right.

 Sheng rice favors vs. rice hatred! Mo Yan is willing to help others, but she is by no means a good person. If the villagers in Liuyang Village are in urgent need of food and warm clothes, she can give them to them, but she will not give them in vain. What's more, she didn't calculate the market price of these things. After careful calculation, she still "suffered a loss".

Li Zhong volunteered to help draw up a written contract. This contract can be regarded as an ancient version of an employment contract. The contents of the agreement are clearly written and very fair.

Because they didn't know how many people were willing to do this, Mo Qingze and Li Zhong only copied fifty copies of the contract. Everything was ready. In the afternoon, Mo Yan couldn't wait to call several oxcarts to haul cotton, cloth and grain. Part of them went to Liuyang Village.

Several of the children had never been there, and now they saw the adults who wanted to go there, and they also begged to go and have a look. Naturally, Mo Yan and the others would not refuse such a trivial matter, so they spent a dozen more coppers, hired a donkey cart with a shed that could protect them from the wind, got in, and led the convoy behind them to Liuyang Village.

The originally peaceful Liuyang Village became lively after welcoming more than a hundred households.

Many villagers flocked to the mountain to cut wood and build houses. The original trail from the village to the mountain was widened after being trampled on. Along the way, villagers working together to carry wood could be seen everywhere. A cold wind blew by, and you could hear the sound coming from the mountain. The sound of voices coming, the sound of sawing wood...

When Mo Yan and others entered Liuyang Village, they saw a busy scene, and many thatched houses had been erected in the center of the village.

These more than 100 families are all refugees who have fled from the south. They are poor families who are assigned to a place like this. They cannot even have enough food to eat. Not to mention brick houses, even adobe houses are rarely built by anyone. Most people can only build two thatched houses to make do, and when they have money later, they will knock them down and build a better house.

Lin Yong knew that the Mo family would come over to do business in the past two days. When he went in and out to work, he kept an eye on the village entrance. As soon as the Mo family's motorcade entered the village, he knew about it and quickly put down his work to greet it.

After a few simple greetings, Lin Yong took the people to the thatched house that the Lin family had just built. There are three thatched houses in total. They are empty inside and exude the unique fragrance of wood. There are also a lot of sawdust and thatch piled on the ground, which looks very messy.

Mo Yan and the others didn't mind it either. They asked a few cart drivers to unload the things and pile them in the house. They also spent a few pennies to rent a table and four chairs from the original residents of Liuyang Village.

The Lin family knew about this the day before yesterday. They were not surprised to see the Mo family coming with so many things. Some people were still cutting wood on the mountain, so someone took the initiative to go up the mountain to call for help.

On the other hand, other villagers saw a row of ox carts and donkey carts pulling so many things into the village, and they secretly guessed which house had such a grand display.

Some curious villagers gathered around to watch the excitement. After learning what it was, their minds became more active. After secretly calculating an account, they felt that this was simply a bargain, so they hurried home to discuss it with their families.

“Brother Lin, do you think this is appropriate?” Mo Yan asked Lin Yong to sit down, took out a contract and placed it in front of him to ask for his opinion.

Lin Yong didn't even glance at the contract, he picked up the pen directly, wrote down the required quantity of cotton, cloth and grain, then signed his name, and finally solemnly pressed his fingerprint under the name, and waited for the ink to dry. , handed it to Mo Yan with both hands, and spoke three words in a rich voice:

 (End of this chapter)