Travel back to ancient times and open a Sichuan restaurant

At the end of the month, the first group of Fang family members who had been away for nearly two months returned, along with a letter from Mr. Fang's nephew who was an official in the capital, as well as some gifts to honor their uncle Mr. Fang.

Putting aside other things, Mr. Fang's nephew is an official in the capital, a sixth-rank official in the Ministry of Rites. He is in charge of foreign relations and sacrifices, and he is also on the prince's side.

As soon as Mr. Fang's motorcade entered the capital, the goods did not go anywhere else, but were all delivered to the house of Mr. Fang's nephew.

They are all smart people, how could they not see how much opportunity is contained in the things sent to them.

That very evening he sent it to the prince's residence and then presented it to the emperor through the prince.

Mr. Fang opened his nephew's letter with great excitement, and saw that what was written on it implicitly revealed that the person above appreciated his gift.

He folded the letter and put it in the secret compartment in the study, straightened his clothes and went out.

*

Zhong Ruyi, who was complaining to her sister-in-law at home, had not yet finished her words when she saw Zhao Ganwei hurriedly pushing open the door of her house and coming in.

"Ruyi, don't you have anything urgent to do right now? Uncle has something to tell you."

Zhong Ruyi hurriedly asked him to sit down. Seeing that he was panting heavily, she guessed that he had run here, so she quickly poured him some tea and asked him to sit down and relax.

After Zhao Ganwei had recovered from his breath, he said, "I was called over by the county magistrate today. I originally thought that he wanted to ask all the villages to come and learn how to grow watermelons, but from what I heard, he actually wanted to transfer all the land in our village to the Fang family!"

"..." Zhong Ruyi frowned and tried to understand what he meant. "Isn't the land in the village distributed by the court according to population and gender? If all the land in our village is given to the Fang family, then the villagers will have no land to farm, right?"

Li Guihua was confused. "Uncle, is it the Fang family that bought canned food and watermelons and apples from us?"

"Alas! It's them!" Zhao Ganwei sighed heavily and said, "I thought you told me last time that the Fang family sent all the watermelons and apples to the capital, and we could grow more watermelons in the future and sell them to people from different places. But who knew that the Fang family would do this!"

With a frown on his face, he repeated what the county magistrate had said to him in the morning, "The land in the village was given to the Fang family, which is also considered as selling it to them. They will give us some compensation, and the land will be divided among us again."

But he just couldn't understand why it was like this?

If your Fang family wants to buy land, where can't they buy it? There are so many good farmlands that no one is cultivating, why do you want to take a fancy to the land in their village?

Why did they have to buy the land that their village had cultivated for many years? Then the villagers would have to go somewhere else to cultivate the land, how troublesome would that be?

Zhong Ruyi always felt that things were not that simple. Did the Fang family really just covet the land in their village?

"Uncle, has this been confirmed? The land belongs to our villagers, so we still need to tell them."

Zhao Ganwei knew this of course, but the villagers were concerned about the land, while Zhong Ruyi was concerned about the land and the orchard on the mountain.

Thinking of what the county magistrate had hinted to him, that the Fang family had connections above them, it would be best if they just gave the land and orchard to them honestly, otherwise there was no telling what might happen one day.

This is a naked threat!

"It's like this. The Fang family wants not only the land in the village, but they are also willing to pay for your orchard."

Here she comes. Zhong Ruyi thought to herself that she knew that the village chief was so anxious to come to her because he must have something to do with her.

As expected, the Fang family actually took a fancy to the orchard she owned.

"Uncle, was the Fang family present when the county magistrate said these words to you?"

Zhao Ganwei shook his head. "No, there were only me, the county magistrate, and the legal advisor there at the time."

After interacting with Butler Fang and Fang Erlang, Zhong Ruyi didn't think they would be such domineering people.

Perhaps there is still room for maneuver regarding the purchase of the land and the orchard, and even if they are unwilling to sell, the Fang family cannot force them to buy or sell. After all, this is a whole village, not a matter for three or two small families.

Even if the county magistrate helped to speak up, they were unwilling to make a fuss and the matter could not be concealed.

"Uncle, tell the villagers about this tomorrow. I don't want to sell the land and orchard and go to a faraway place to farm."

Zhao Ganwei wanted to say that this is the truth!

The people of Xinghua Village have lived here for generations, and have cultivated the land for generations. Now suddenly a Mr. Fang appears and says he wants to buy all their land and asks them to go somewhere else to farm. Who would agree to this?

Sure enough, on the second day, the villagers were called over, some were holding babies, some were sewing clothes, some were working.

Zhong Ruyi brought Chen's mother and Xiaoxue to where Zhong's father and mother stood together, waiting for the village chief to speak.

Sure enough, as soon as Zhao Ganwei explained the matter, before he could even explain the compensation given by the Fang family, the villagers standing below began to shout in dissatisfaction:

"What does Master Fang mean? He bought our land and told us to move to another hilltop area to farm? Is that how you bully people?"

"We won't sell it! We are from Xinghua Village! How can we not cultivate our own land?"

"Village head, you are not allowed to agree to Master Fang. If you agree, then you have to sell your land! We won't sell it!"

Zhao Ganwei glared at the person who said this and cursed, "Nonsense!"

He asked those who were talking to calm down first and indicated that he had something to say.

"cough!"

"Since no one wants to sell, I will go to the county magistrate later. If someone from the Fang family comes and asks you to sell the land, you must refuse. Otherwise, go out and farm in other places!"

......

Zhao Ganwei took a few villagers to the yamen. The county magistrate was busy handling business. When he saw him coming, he just raised his chin and asked him to wait.

It was the first time for several villagers to come to the yamen. They felt weak in the knees as they approached, and subconsciously wanted to kneel down when they saw the official in official uniform and with a dignified face.

The master approached them and said, "My Lord is busy right now. You can wait for a while. You don't have to kneel. You can just stand."

Zhao Ganwei pulled one person up from the ground with each hand.

It was the same when he first met the county magistrate. It was no wonder that they were so timid. Any ordinary citizen would be afraid of an official.

Finally, after the county magistrate put down the pen in his hand, Zhao Ganwei and others were brought to the back hall.

The county magistrate changed his clothes and came out. "Have you told everyone what I told you to do the day before yesterday?" He said as he took a sip of tea and looked up at the people below.

When this was mentioned, Zhao Ganwei, who was almost sleepy from waiting, came forward and knelt down. Then several other villagers knelt down as well. "Sir, I've already gone back and told them that the village doesn't want to sell it!"

Not selling?

The county magistrate frowned, "Didn't you hear anything I said to you that day?"

Zhao Ganwei rolled his eyes in his heart, thinking, weren't your words that day full of threats?

But his face still showed respect, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.