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As for how they will integrate in the future, I cannot think about it for now, but it can be adjusted at any time.

The stability of the village is inseparable from Han Zhuangtou, and the comfort of the wounded soldiers is inseparable from Manager Zhou. As for who will take the lead in the future, it depends on their own abilities. Weng Xiaoxiao is not in a hurry to make adjustments now.

Zhou Zheng led the wounded soldiers, most of whom walked away, and headed straight for the wasteland.

Han Ping would rather not have to worry about anything.

Han Ping led the way, bringing Weng Xiaoxiao and others into a large courtyard, which was the former owner's residence. Although he seldom came here, all the furniture was available.

It's not that Han Ping didn't want to take over this yard, he just didn't dare to. The thing that was so obvious was right there, and he couldn't swallow it.

While they were talking about business, Zheng Rong took the nanny and Chunxia beside her to clean up the house.

After the host and guests were seated in the main hall, Weng Xiaoxiao called Xiaoyang over and introduced him to everyone.

"He is Xiaoyang, the same as Yang in Ocean, and he works as the accountant of the village."

Seeing that there was no one else around Weng Xiaoxiao, Han Ping understood the new boss's plan. He only placed an accountant for him so as not to affect his management. This boss was already very generous.

Xiaoyang stepped forward and greeted Han Ping and the two managers.

"Although he is young, he has experience in accounting. You are not allowed to bully him because he is young." Weng Xiaoxiao said in a deep voice.

Because of those guards, Han Ping did not dare to do anything wrong. He stood up and replied, "I dare not. I will cooperate with you."

Weng Xiaoxiao did not comment and asked them to sit down. "I will not interfere with the specific matters. You can continue to farm as usual. But who is usually in charge of the tea plantation and fish pond? Is the production good?"

The steward beside Han Ping replied, "To the boss, the tea plantation and the fish pond have not produced much. Boss Yuan doesn't care much about the farm affairs and doesn't invest much, so the quality of the tea can't be improved and naturally can't be sold at a good price. He hasn't managed it for the past two years. The fish pond needs someone to take care of it."

“Is there anyone in Zhuangzi who knows what’s going on?”

"Yes, Old Wang and his family were originally specialized in tending the tea trees, but later on they found the job boring, so they switched to farming."

"I understand. In the future, no place will be idle, and talents must be fully utilized. Of course, this is all in the future, let's take it step by step."

Grow tea yourself, fry it, transport it to the capital via the Grand Canal, and then sell it to Mobei by caravans. Without middlemen, the profit must be huge. If you want to make more money, the premise is to improve the quality. Weng Xiaoxiao plans to make plans when she has time.

"The most urgent thing is to check the land register first."

There are more than sixty households in this village. It would take too long to verify the information in person, so we can only reconcile the accounts first.

After a quick lunch, the group got busy again, and it wasn’t until the evening that the accounts were finally checked, at least they were clear. This is called checking the accounts.

There will be time to check the accounts and the actual quantities. Weng Xiaoxiao gave this task to Xiaoyang, after all, it would not be completed in one or two days.

After dinner, Weng Xiaoxiao asked Han Ping and others to go back and rest. She also sent Shunsui to follow them. She had to find out whether Han Ping was a human or a ghost behind the scenes. This was direct surveillance.

Small problems can be tolerated, but if it is a black-hearted person, it must be replaced now to avoid leaving any rotten sores.

Weng Xiaoxiao had a backup plan, and had asked Feng Gu to go to the area in advance to get information. After the dead of night, Feng Gu slipped in, ate a big bowl of noodles to fill her stomach, and then talked about what she had seen and heard in the past two days.

Yangzhou's wealth is well-known throughout the country, but that only benefits a small number of wealthy merchants. Most of the lower-class people live a life similar to that of other places. They have no family assets and cannot withstand any natural or man-made disasters.

The water towns in the south of the Yangtze River enjoy the convenience of water transportation, but floods occur almost every year, whether big or small.

"This village head just lives a lazy life and does nothing. He doesn't bully the villagers, but he hasn't done anything good either. He is a man of few achievements, and he has a good reputation among the people."

This person does not meet Weng Xiaoxiao's requirements for the village head, but it is difficult to convince the public to change the person for no reason just after taking over the village affairs. Zhou Zheng is not yet able to take over this mess of things.

I can only figure it out slowly.

"Don't worry, no matter how complicated it is, you have to do it one by one."

Weng Xiaoxiao only took a short break during the meal. Zheng Rong always felt that this child put too much pressure on him. However, when you are in a position, you have to do your job. Once you are in that position, many things are beyond your control.

Knowing that her future mother-in-law loved her, Weng Xiaoxiao smiled happily. Not only could she accept her working with a man outside her family, but she was also willing to understand her. She felt like she had really found a treasure. Even if Yang Shuo had some minor problems in the future, she would choose to forgive him for the sake of her mother-in-law.

Holding Zheng Rong's arm, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law took a walk outside the village to help digest their food.

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Having handled the affairs of two farms, Weng Xiaoxiao couldn't say that she was adept at it, but she wasn't at a loss either, especially now that she had enough manpower and wouldn't be stretched to the limit in this regard.

Hanzhuangtou focused on fertile farmland and assigned the tea mountains and ponds to Zhou Zheng for management.

In Han Ping's view, those two places were just a burden and he couldn't wait to get rid of them. He was more than happy to accept such a division and had no objection at all.

Zhou Zheng was also mentally prepared. Most of his subordinates were not suitable for hard farm work. This division of labor was a win-win for both sides. It was also not the case that he was suspected of seizing power as soon as he arrived, making it difficult for the boss.

The farm was busy everywhere, but not this time. Because they were eager to sell the farm, the Yuan family collected the rent for this year early. The rice was not fully mature yet, and the grains were not full. After drying, they lost a lot of weight, and the remaining grains were less than in previous years, which made the tenants miserable.

Weng Xiaoxiao naturally heard about this from Feng Gu. In order to take care of the lives of these villagers, she recruited an adult man from each household to help build houses.

The original plan was to only build the house this year, and then build the tea-roasting workshop and warehouse next year, but in order to allow the villagers to earn more income, Weng Xiaoxiao decided to build them all together.

Cleaning up the tea mountains and managing the ponds both require manpower, and Weng Xiaoxiao is willing to give her tenants the opportunity to make money.

Ordinary people are the most realistic. They will give back to anyone who treats them well with all their heart. No one has anything bad to say about the new employer.

With money and people, rows of houses were built before our eyes.

The red brick and tile houses standing there were very eye-catching, and those who were quick-witted started to ask around.

When they knew that the people who were going to move in were homeless wounded soldiers, all bachelors, and had some pensions on hand, some people started to make some calculations.

The average farmer could only afford a betrothal gift of one or two taels of silver, and it was rare to find more than five taels. If a girl married these people, the betrothal gift would at least double.