Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

Now Mr. Huang's family has moved to Nanyang Prefecture. According to Li Li, a manager has been left to take care of the fields, but the manager usually lives in the town.

Song Yan planned to visit the other party again in a few days.

On that day, the village chief came to the door, and he looked embarrassed: "Xiao Song, I have said everything I can, and those families can only reduce it to 11 taels at most, no less."

Song Yan crossed his arms, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and said in a mocking tone: "Uncle, we are all from the same village. We see each other every day. Isn't this price too inhumane?"

The village chief sighed helplessly: "Xiao Song, I know the price is unreasonable, but those families just won't give in."

He added, "I can only negotiate for ten taels of silver at most, Song boy, why don't you raise the price a little more, and we can both make concessions and settle the matter."

Song Yan frowned and replied bluntly: "Uncle, it's easy for you to say that. How can I have more money? In order to buy the land, I borrowed everything I could and tried every possible way. They asked for such an exorbitant price, aren't they afraid of retribution?"

The village chief's face turned red and blue: "Da Shu, how can you talk like that? I was just trying to persuade you with good intentions, but you blame me."

"Stop! Let me correct you," Song Yan interrupted, "I changed my name to 'Song Yan' a long time ago, uncle, please don't call me by the wrong name next time."

"Besides, it's not my place to give in on this matter. It's unreasonable for them to ask for an exorbitant price."

It's also because he has been in such a good mood recently that everyone in the village thinks he is easy to control, right?

"Uncle, this matter is not negotiable." Song Yan said, "Since they are so insincere, I won't buy this land."

Seeing his resolute attitude, the village chief softened his tone and said, "Why don't I go talk to them again?"

"Uncle, don't waste your energy." Song Yan had already decided to buy the land from Mr. Huang's farm. He could no longer count on the village chief.

After all, they are from Zhangjia Village. When there is a conflict of interest, they will naturally side with their own people.

The village chief wanted to persuade them a few more times, but after opening his mouth, he said nothing in the end and just sighed and left.

Forget it, after all, that group of people are short-sighted and want to take advantage of the opportunity of selling the land to get more benefits. But Xiao Song is also a tough guy and he won’t buy if he says he won’t buy.

In the end, it was all in vain.

Who can be blamed?

Song Yan didn't care about the village chief's thoughts and was only thinking about the land of Mr. Huang's farm.

He carefully calculated the money he had on hand, and thought about how to negotiate with the manager to lower the price.

The next day, he called Aniu and Li Li to go to the town.

Dashan Niang just missed her target.

She knocked on the door hard: "Song Dashu! Where have you been, you bastard!"

After knocking on the door for a long time, no one answered. Dashan's mother was so angry that she stomped her feet and walked away cursing.

Song Yan and his companions arrived in the town and found where the manager lived.

The manager's surname is Feng. He is nearly forty years old, a little overweight, and wearing a dark grey robe with a few wrinkles at the corners.

At this moment, he sat in a chair, drinking tea slowly, and glanced at them: "It's you, what are you doing here?"

Ah Niu said awkwardly, "Manager Feng, we are here for Mr. Huang's farmland."

"So it's about this matter. Come, sit down and talk slowly." Manager Feng immediately smiled.

Aniu was flattered and sat down carefully aside.

"Who among you wants to buy land?" asked Manager Feng.

Song Yan quickly said, "Manager, I want to buy it."

Manager Feng narrowed his small eyes slightly, with a look of scrutiny and suspicion.

He put down the teacup in his hand, stroked his thick beard with his hand, and then said, "Let me make it clear to you in advance, although this land is good, not everyone can afford it."

Song Yan nodded: "As long as the price is negotiable, and I only want the fifty acres of land in the east."

Hearing this, Manager Feng's expression softened a little: "Well, since you have this in mind, I won't beat around the bush with you. But this land is indeed good land, and the price won't be too low."

He thought for a moment and said, "Well, I'll give you a base price of two hundred and fifty taels, no less."

When Ah Niu heard this, he immediately stammered, "This, this is too expensive."

Even Li Li felt it was a bit expensive.

Song Yan looked directly at Manager Feng and said, "Manager Feng, two hundred and fifty taels? Your price is too high! One hundred and fifty taels of silver, I will pay you right now without hesitation!"

Manager Feng's face darkened and he said, "One hundred and fifty taels? You are deliberately causing trouble! For less than two hundred taels, forget it!"

"Manager Feng, don't treat me like a fool. Although this land is good, as far as I know, half of the fifty acres on the east side is sandy. One hundred and fifty taels, this is the highest price I can offer!" Song Yan argued.

Manager Feng slammed the table and said, "No! At least two hundred taels, no lower!"

Song Yan also slammed the table and said loudly: "You have no room for negotiation? If this land didn't have that half of the sand, I wouldn't blink an eye at two hundred taels. But under the current circumstances, one hundred and fifty taels, no more!"

Manager Feng was so angry that he blew his beard and glared: "You kid, you are so ignorant! One hundred and fifty taels? No way! If it's less than two hundred taels, don't even dream!"

"Manager Feng, let's find someone who knows the business to come and judge how much this land is worth!" Song Yan said with his hands spread out.

Manager Feng was startled, then his tone softened a little: "Who can I ask for justice? If this gets out, how can I put my face aside?"

Song Yan took the opportunity to say, "Then Manager Feng, please reconsider it. One hundred and eighty taels. I really want this land, too. Just treat it as making a friend of mine."

Manager Feng hesitated for a long time before he reluctantly said, "Okay, one hundred and eighty taels is one hundred and eighty taels, but I want to pay in cash immediately."

Aniu and Li Li were stunned watching from the side. They didn't expect that Song Yan could really lower the price.

Song Yan patted his chest: "No problem."

"Just wait." Manager Feng immediately asked someone to bring the deed and prepare writing materials.

The deed had been prepared in advance. Song Yan took the pen and was about to sign, but his hands trembled slightly with excitement.

Manager Feng urged, "Sign quickly! Don't dawdle!"

Song Yan took a deep breath, calmed himself, and signed his name on the deed stroke by stroke.

Manager Feng took the deed and looked at it carefully, then asked, "Where's the money?"

Song Yan quickly pulled out a purse from his bosom, took out two silver notes, and said, "Manager, here are 150 taels of silver notes."

Then he took out three ingots of silver.

Manager Feng took the banknotes and silver and counted them carefully.

After confirming that everything was correct, he handed the deed to Song Yan: "Here, from now on, this land is yours."

Song Yan took the deed with both hands, as if she had found a treasure, with an expression of unconcealable joy on her face: "Thank you, Steward."

Aniu and Li Li also laughed happily.

After agreeing with Manager Feng to go to the county government office ten days later to complete the formalities, Song Yan got up and said goodbye.

After coming out of Manager Feng's house, Song Yan was still smiling so hard that her teeth were showing.

Fifty acres of land were acquired so easily.

Now he can barely become a small landlord.

Hey hey hey.