Traveling to another world and becoming a local owner

The elder of the Yang clan came to my house in the afternoon. Before he even sat down, he took out a stack of land deeds from his sleeve with a smile and said, "Hehe, you are really amazing. When the villagers heard that you offered double the price, they didn't think twice and rushed to line up at my house, as if they were afraid that they would not be able to sell it if they were late. Here, these are the deeds for the dry fields, seventy-four acres, not one less. This one is for the pond, you keep it well, I'll ask Yang Yu to handle it at the county government, just change the name directly."

"Thank you, Grandpa Yang!" Zhang Ling took the deed and smiled.

Not long after Yang's elder left, Zhou Yixing sent someone again. The person told Zhang Ling that the matter of Wu Derong had been resolved, and there would be no improper actions before the results of the provincial examination came out.

Zhang Ling was relieved because he was not worried about the provincial examination. For him, who was "well-read", the title of scholar was a piece of cake. So he found Cao Shuan and put the matter of the Jenny loom and the jacquard loom back on the agenda.

Most of the young men brought back yesterday looked good, and many were not as skinny as before. Wei Da picked 18 people directly, and Fusheng also picked two.

Cao Shuan must have been arguing with Fusheng recently, and he actually took all the remaining five people. Zhang Ling could only laugh it off. After all, only with a competitive spirit can one make continuous progress.

"Young Master, are you saying that we don't need to make weapons anymore?" Cao Shuan asked doubtfully.

"It's not that we won't do it, but there's no need to be so anxious right now. You're teaching seven apprentices at once, so you have to find something to do!" Zhang Ling teased.

"Hehe, young master, do you know? It's that guy Fusheng. He relies on the fact that he has many disciples and comes here every day to yell at us, saying that we are too slow and can't catch up with their progress. He also said that Wei Da is waiting for training and asked us not to dawdle. Young master, please give us some judgment. He has so many people and I have so few people. Isn't this bullying?" Cao Shuan seemed to have turned into Meng Jiangnu, and he was almost wiping away his tears. He kept nagging at Zhang Ling.

"Haha, okay, okay, you have a lot of people on your side now, so at worst you can just go and urge him next time. Let's not talk about this, let's talk about business first, where are the spinning wheel and loom frame from last time?" Zhang Ling waved his hand and continued to ask.

"It's in the side room in the backyard! Don't worry, young master. I will take my apprentices to work on it later." Cao Shuan nodded and made the promise quickly.

"Well, thank you for your hard work. As long as you can make the things for me, each of your apprentices will be rewarded with five taels, and you can directly reward fifty taels. How about it? Fusheng doesn't get this treatment!" Zhang Ling promised upon seeing this.

"Thank you, young master. Even if I die of exhaustion, I will make the spinning wheel and loom for you as soon as possible!" Cao Shuan was overjoyed, his two little eyes shining with brilliance.

"Okay, don't be so confident, let's talk facts!" Zhang Ling waved his hand, then turned and left with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Cao Shuan stopped talking and ran towards the ear room as if he had been injected with chicken blood.

Zhang Ling went out and was about to go to the kiln to take a look. When he was halfway there, he saw a familiar figure staggering towards him.

"This figure looks so familiar, who is it? Why can't I remember it?" Zhang Ling patted his head and thought carefully for a while, but still couldn't get the answer.

Just when he looked up again, the man was almost running to him. Zhang Ling took a closer look and suddenly exclaimed, "Miss Mu!"

Mu Xue raised her head, a look of joy on her face, and then she weakly shouted, "Master Zhang, run!"

Zhang Ling was just wondering when he suddenly saw four or five servants holding sticks chasing him from the corner at the end of the road. They ran and yelled, "Stop! If you run again, I'll beat you to death!"

Zhang Ling was shocked when he saw this. Seeing that Mu Xue was about to collapse due to exhaustion, he hurriedly took two steps at a time, rushed to her, grabbed her wrist and ran back.

Since it was not far from home, he was not too worried, but Mu Xue's legs were so weak from exhaustion that even though she was being pulled all the way, she still could not outrun the people behind her.

Seeing that they were almost home, Zhang Ling shouted at the top of his voice: "Someone, come quickly!"

Perhaps it was because Fusheng had sharp ears, or because the cattle pen was close to him, he was watching his apprentices working when he suddenly heard shouting. When he walked outside and took a look, he thought it was a bad guy, so he immediately picked up a machete and shouted, "Hurry, the young master is being chased, follow me to save him!"

With Fusheng taking the lead, the six disciples stopped fighting. Some took guns, some took swords, and those who couldn't find a weapon that suited them just ran out carrying hammers.

"Fusheng, hurry up, stop them!" Zhang Ling shouted loudly when he saw people coming.

Fusheng was a sturdy man, about 1.80 meters tall, and he looked very intimidating when he ran, not to mention that he was followed by six disciples holding weapons.

When the people who were chasing saw this, they turned around and ran away without caring about Mu Xue and the other person who were close to them.

Seeing this, Fusheng threw the broadsword in his hand, frightening Zhang Ling so much that he quickly shrank his neck. The man who rushed in front was unable to dodge and was stabbed in the ankle by the knife.

The people who came with them were immediately frightened. They didn't even look at the injured person and ran away, as if they all hated their mothers for giving them two more legs.

Zhang Ling heaved a sigh of relief when everyone arrived. Mu Xue, who was standing beside him, also seemed to be exhausted and half-knelt on the ground.

"Oh my god, Fusheng, it's a good thing you're here. Come on, chase them and catch them all!" Zhang Ling panted heavily and pointed to the distance and said forcefully.

"Okay, young master, you go back first. They can't run away! Follow me!" After Fusheng finished speaking, he waved his hand and continued to chase forward with a few disciples.

"Hey, Miss Mu, why are you here? Who are those people?" Zhang Ling might have lacked exercise recently, and he was out of breath after running only a few steps.

"They, they are all from Ci'an Hall. I escaped today, and these people want to capture me back." Mu Xue collapsed on the ground and said with a wry smile.

"Oh? Why? Mr. Zhong still refuses to let you go?" Zhang Ling took a few breaths and felt much more comfortable, and his speech became much more fluent.

"Well, a few days ago, I gave him the five hundred taels of silver note you gave me, but he wouldn't let me leave. I got so angry that I had an argument with him. He said that if I wanted to leave, I had to hand over the Mu family's medical books, otherwise he would lock me up. Seeing that he was going to confront me directly, I ignored him and ended up being locked up for a whole week." Mu Xue lowered her head, looking very aggrieved.

"This is outrageous! This old man is really going too far!" Zhang Ling was so angry when he heard this that he slapped his thigh.

"Yeah, I didn't expect that he would dare to bring this up so blatantly. I was afraid that he would kill me the moment I finished saying it! It happened that there was an emergency today, and he was at a loss as to what to do, so he let me out. After curing the patient, I took advantage of the moment when the clinic guy took me back to the cabin, and I seized the opportunity to knock the man unconscious, and then ran out from the back door." Mu Xue's eyes were filled with tears, as if she was still a little scared.