Traveling to another world and becoming a local owner

Zhang Ling did not answer, but continued: "The other three hundred taels are 30% of the deposit for the Huangliang Immortal Wine. Uncle, please accept it first."

Liu Jie, who was standing by, heard this and quickly interrupted, "Dad, just take it. This kid got a lot of money from the county today!"

"The deposit for the Huangliang Immortal Wine? What's going on? Who gave so much money?" Liu Huaiyuan ignored his son, but became more and more curious and asked hurriedly.

Liu Jie has always been outspoken. He didn't care whether his father paid attention to him or not, and directly told him everything about his trip to the county town today.

"I didn't expect that you knew the young master of Xia's Commercial Bank, and that collection of poems. Was it really noticed by the county magistrate? He wants to publish it as a book?" Liu Huaiyuan was extremely shocked and looked very excited.

"That's right. You don't know if you haven't been there, Dad. The young masters in that county admire Lingzi so much that they almost bow down to him and beg to be his students." Liu Jie became more and more exaggerated as he spoke, as if those poems were written by himself. He was very excited.

"Oh my! Xiao Ling, although you were a little naughty in the past, you have the blood of your Zhang family flowing in your bones after all. It must be the manifestation of our ancestors! For more than a dozen generations of the Zhang family, the family has been passed down from farming to studying. Good boy, you must study hard in the future. In the future, you will bring honor to the family, and your uncle will also be able to share in the glory. Hahaha." Liu Huaiyuan became happier and happier as he spoke, and he couldn't help but laugh out loud towards the sky.

Zhang Ling was speechless, but he didn't know how to refute, so he continued: "Uncle, please take these banknotes first."

Liu Huaiyuan took a banknote from Zhang Ling and refused directly, "I'll take the 100 taels first, and keep the other 300 taels for yourself. It takes a lot of money to buy land and build a house, and we have to buy a lot of things. I don't know if it's enough."

"But......"

Seeing that he wanted to talk more, Liu Huaiyuan interrupted him and said, "Don't say anything. We are family and we should keep our differences. If you still don't want to, then just consider it as my 30% share of the money!"

"Well, fine then! Just consider it as the stock money invested by your uncle." Zhang Ling had no choice but to agree, knowing that he couldn't win over him.

"Yes! By the way, I went to find the elders of your village this morning. I originally planned to buy only seven or eight acres of wasteland, but the other party refused and said that either I had to buy all the land or not sell a single cent. Xiao Ling, what do you think about this?" Liu Huaiyuan frowned slightly, his tone a little unhappy.

"Uncle, this is good. We are rich now, and the more land, the better." Zhang Ling was very happy to hear this and immediately said with a smile.

"Well, I didn't have that much money at the time. After thinking about it, I felt that this was the case, so I didn't refuse him and said I would come back to think about it. Now, we have the money, so we will go again and settle this matter." Liu Huaiyuan said, and he also laughed.

"Okay uncle, I'll do whatever you say." Zhang Ling felt relieved. Now that he had money in his hands, many things could be done slowly.

After the two men had discussed it, Liu Huaiyuan briefly explained the matter of the wine shop, took some of the cakes and mutton that Zhang Ling had brought, and the few of them set off for Wangshan Village.

There were no local managers such as village heads or security chiefs in the Dayi Dynasty. Generally, the villagers elected a respected person to manage the village. This person was called a clan elder. All decisions, big or small, in the village needed his consent before they could be implemented.

The elder of Wangshan Village is surnamed Yang. He is sixty-two years old this year, which is considered a long life in this age when the average life expectancy is not very long.

Although Yang Zulao was a bit stubborn, he had some friendship with Liu Huaiyuan's father, otherwise he would not have sold the village land to Zhang Ling's family.

The three of them visited with gifts and were warmly received by the Yang family. After a brief greeting, Liu Huaiyuan stated his purpose.

"I have made it very clear this morning. If you want to buy that piece of wasteland on the edge of the village, you must buy all the land there. The total is 51.2 acres, which will only be counted as an integer of 50 acres. Don't mention the matter of buying a few acres alone." Old Yang sat on the armchair with an arrogant look.

"Mr. Yang, you worry too much. I came here to discuss the matter of the fifty acres of land with you. We plan to buy it all, but it is a wasteland after all. There is almost sand and gravel three feet underground and it is impossible to cultivate. I wonder if you can give me a better price." Liu Huaiyuan said cautiously. After all, the other party was his elder, so his attitude was very respectful.

"Oh? You plan to buy them all? The price is easy to talk about. Nowadays, all arable land is owned by someone and is almost impossible to buy. In addition, the weather in Yingyang County has been good in the past few years, and the land price is slightly higher than usual. The price of arable land is mostly eight strings of cash per mu, and there is no market for it. Although this wasteland is barren, it can be cultivated after some repairs. It should be at least seven strings of cash per mu." Old Liu stroked his beard and said slowly.

"Mr. Yang, this price is a bit high. Can it be cheaper?" Liu Huaiyuan asked carefully, bending over.

"Don't make it difficult for me. After selling this land, the money will not belong to me alone. You might as well go back and think about it again." When Old Yang heard that the other party still wanted to bargain, he immediately became displeased.

"Uncle, why don't we just forget it? There are still dozens of acres of wasteland in the northwest of Liujia Chong. Why don't we buy it there? It's a short distance from home, but it only costs five taels of silver per acre. Although the land is poor and there is no water source nearby, we can dig a well and build a winery." Zhang Ling didn't want to say anything, but when he saw the elder's arrogant look, he got furious.

Liu Huaiyuan was stunned when he heard this, then he immediately realized what he meant and quickly agreed, "The wasteland in Liujia Chong? Yes, I would have forgotten if you hadn't mentioned it. I was thinking of finding a place closer to your home."

When Mr. Yang heard this, the arrogance on his face disappeared, and he asked hurriedly, "Are you talking about the sandy land in Liujia Chong? Is it really only five taels of silver per mu?"

"Of course. My brother Jie heard his uncle mention this matter a few days ago." Zhang Ling vowed and gently carried Liu Jie beside him on his shoulders.

"Oh, yes! My second uncle also said that the land is not suitable for growing crops and can only be used to build houses, so it's five taels of silver per mu. If we buy it all, we can get a little less." Liu Jie also understood what he meant and told lies without blinking.

"Is that so, Huaiyuan! Don't believe too much in what Liu Laoer says. He's a shrewd old man! You are family, so I won't say much. How about this, you all take this land, six strings of cash per acre, but the silver must be paid in one lump sum, what do you think?" Old Yang thought for a moment and then spoke.