Dressed as a family of cannon fodder, the villain brother is busy opening up wasteland

As soon as County Magistrate Chen opened his mouth, everyone's eyes were focused on him. Magistrate Chen was stared at and leaned back: "Don't look at me, just talk."

Then, everyone's eyes turned to Wen Xiuyi again.

"Ah? What?" Wen Xiuyi still looked distracted.

Luo Shi glanced at him with great disgust, not knowing what he was thinking just now, so he repeated County Magistrate Chen's words: "Master Chen asked whether this wasteland can still be opened."

Wen Xiuyi: "Ah, this..."

Old Man Wen knocked on the cigarette rod in his hand, and he wanted to pick it up and take a few puffs out of habit. However, when he picked it up, he found that there were no tobacco leaves in the cigarette rod. Ever since Wen Jun told him that smoking dry cigarettes was bad for the health, Old Man Wen had been slow to take a few puffs. He slowly quit smoking, and now this cigarette rod is just a toy in his hand.

Putting down the cigarette rod, Old Man Wen coughed and said: "Wouldn't it be a waste if we don't cultivate this wasteland? Now the boss has a way to improve the soil quality. Even if it doesn't work, there is no problem in ordering sweet potatoes and potatoes. There is so much wasteland No, isn’t this a waste?”

County Magistrate Chen looked at him: "Yes, how should we open this land? Recruit people or distribute it to the people and let them open it themselves. Who will own the land?"

Old Man Wen: "..." Who am I asking? I'm not the county magistrate.

After thinking about it, Old Man Wen realized that the person in front of him was the county magistrate. He whispered: "Isn't that something you should worry about?"

County Magistrate Chen's ears are very good, and he just heard it.

"Uncle, that's not what you said. I don't have the final say in Yunwu Town now. Everyone, what do you say?" County Magistrate Chen asked the question again. Everyone is now tied to the same rope. As long as one is prosperous, one will be prosperous and the other will be destroyed.

The key is that there is so much wasteland in Yunwu Town. If it is not used, it will be a waste. However, it will be troublesome to use. Maybe he will get a reputation of squeezing the people. The key is that in the end, the blame will fall on his county. Order, so he really has no choice.

"Those aristocratic families wanted to get a share of the pie, and they were very active. During this time, they learned that our new grain crops had been harvested, so they all came to find them. They claimed that they wanted to help me with the promotion of new grains. In fact, Who is not keeping an eye on the future market of this new grain?" County Magistrate Chen said helplessly.

"How about selling the wasteland to the people? Let the people develop it themselves?" Qiu Rongrong asked tentatively.

Everyone thought about it and nodded, it seemed that it was not impossible.

County Magistrate Chen asked: "How will the grain be divided? Also sold?"

According to Qiu Rongrong's idea, it was natural to sell it to them. There is no free lunch in this world.

Qiu Zhi continued: "I'm afraid that not many people will participate in this. Buying land and grain, I'm not saying that. Judging from the current situation, these wastelands will eventually fall into the hands of those wealthy families. Here, how many can the common people afford and even buy in large areas?"

County Magistrate Chen nodded in agreement, he thought so too.

Qiu Rongrong shrugged. She was a businessman. When it came to business, the only way she could think of was buying and selling.

"Then whoever opened it will get it?" Old Man Wen said. As long as no one wants the wasteland, as long as it is not the land of the imperial court, the person who opened it belongs to him.

County Magistrate Chen shook his head: "When the time comes to open up wasteland, there will be endless quarrels over land occupation."

Everyone: "..." It seems so.

County Magistrate Chen had no choice but to ask Wen Yao for help, saying, "My eldest niece, you are the smartest. Please give me an idea."

Wen Yao was thinking about how to develop non-staple food for these things. When Magistrate Chen asked, Wen Yao blurted out: "Wouldn't it be enough to divide the area into villages as a unit? We work collectively to generate income collectively, and then independently calculate the profit and loss based on the village as a unit." conceited."

None of the people understood what Wen Yao meant. Only Wen Xiuyi slapped his thigh: "Yes, why didn't I think of that?" How could he have forgotten this? He formed a production team model for each village. , work is divided according to the work-point system, so that it will not affect each household's own work, and can also take care of the collective land.

Wen Yao raised her eyebrows at Wen Xiu Yi, yes, it's the one you were thinking of.

"Eldest niece, please tell me carefully." County Magistrate Chen knew something was going on when he saw Wen Xiuyi's attitude, and asked in pursuit of the victory.

Wen Yao was busy discussing the production of non-staple food with Qiu Rongrong, and pointed at Wen Xiuyi: "Uncle Chen, ask my dad, my dad should know what I'm talking about." Wen Xiuyi is better than Wen Yao in matters concerning the production team. Much more familiar.

County Magistrate Chen looked at Wen Xiuyi with burning eyes, and everyone else came closer to hear what he had to say, except Wen Yao and Qiu Rongrong.

The two sisters murmured for a long time, and Wen Yao suddenly called Luo Shi several times: "Milk, milk."

Luo Shi looked at them, then at Wen Xiuyi, who was talking eloquently about changing the model of the modern production team to this one, and finally decided to give up listening to big things and came to Wen Yao and Qiu Rongrong to listen to them. Little things.

No matter what the men over there said, three women of different ages here had their own little meeting.

"What vermicelli, what kind of cornstarch?" Luo Shi listened half-heartedly, then asked his own question.

Wen Yao explained patiently, and Luo Shi was full of surprise: "Then sweet potatoes can also be used to make vermicelli? What kind of cornstarch is made from potatoes?" With these two pimples, besides eating them, what else can they do?

Wen Yao told the two of them in this way how to make, eat and use the vermicelli and corn starch, and their eyes lit up when they heard it.

But Luo Shi reacted quickly, glanced at the men's area over there, and whispered: "But your father and the others are going to use these potatoes and sweet potatoes for planting. Can you give them to us?"

"Potatoes have a high yield, so it should be easier for us to divide them. As for sweet potatoes, we don't need so many. There is another way to grow sweet potatoes. Planting vines. One vine can grow many seedlings, so we don't have to worry about not having enough." He said in the same low voice.

Luo Shi thought about this matter carefully, and then heard Wen Yao say: "Anyway, it's none of our business right now, baby, shall we go to your place?" After saying this, Wen Yao winked at Luo Shi.

Luo Shi understood instantly and gritted his teeth: "Let's go."

As for what Wen Xiuyi and the others were discussing about collective work and work points, Luo Shi was no longer interested at all. He only wanted to see what the vermicelli Wen Yao was talking about sounded delicious.

The three of them left the study quietly. When Wen Xiuyi and the others had almost finished their discussion, Wen Xiuyi wanted to find his daughter to make sure there was nothing missing. When he looked up, there was no one there.

When I walked out of the study and asked, I found out that the old lady took Wen Yao and Qiu Rongrong to the old house and did something with them. She also moved some sweet potatoes and potatoes from the warehouse.

Everyone laughed when they heard this, and County Magistrate Chen took a sip of saliva and joked: "It seems that I can have another meal today, just the salted duck egg made by my aunt, the yolk is full of oil, It’s so delicious too.”

Upon hearing this, Old Man Wen waved his hand and said, "I like it. If you like it, let your aunt decorate it for you and take it home."

"Yeah, then I won't be polite."

After saying this, everyone laughed. Old Man Wen was so proud that no one could have imagined that one day the county magistrate would call him uncle. This feeling was truly unique and good.