Shipin Dalizheng

When they heard that Prince Rong wanted the legless, those with legs ran around to tell others, and carried or dragged the legless people from the corners of the huts, benches, and broken beds, and piled them up in the courtyard.

It's just a pile, the way you would pile things, because there aren't enough good chairs for them to sit on.

Rong Tang looked at this large group of disabled soldiers who could only be considered useless on weekdays, and almost shed tears like a heroic tigress.

"That's right. These are the kind of stationary workers I need. Of course, all of them can't be like this. I need twenty who can walk around."

Among those without legs, some were truly unable to work. After careful selection, about ten were eliminated and twenty who could walk were replaced, becoming the workers in the workshop.

With this calculation, it would actually take quite a few people to cut and transport the sorghum stalks. Rong Tang felt that he had been conservative.

"Don't worry, I just calculated that we still need some manpower. We'll tell you the exact number when the time comes."

It's not that he doesn't know how to count, it's that he has never done farm work and doesn't know the speed of cutting sorghum stalks. It seems that he has to ask the people from Rongjia Village for help.

The remaining soldiers were overjoyed to hear that they could hire more people. But the next moment, Rong Tang stunned them. "Uncles, although I have assigned you some work, I have to be frank with you. This business is about food, so it must be clean and hygienic. Uncles, you must develop the habit of bathing every day and wear nice clothes. Otherwise, if customers come to visit the workshop, your slovenly appearance will not be welcomed and it will affect their orders."

What he said was correct, and it made sense, but the remaining soldiers lowered their heads after hearing it.

Wei Wuqiang said with all his might, "Prince Rong, let the brothers take a bath. This can be done. With mutual help, we can always get it clean. But these nice clothes..."

How can they afford nice clothes when they are so poor?

Rong Wanli spoke for them, "Master, I don't have the money to buy it. Can you lend it to me? I'll deduct it from my monthly salary."

"That's fine. Come on, you have to sign the loan agreement. As for the interest, let's assume it's 30%, and half of it will be deducted from your monthly salary."

Speaking of this topic, Rong Wanli had a doubt in his mind. It seemed that the four of them had never mentioned the matter of monthly salary to their master from beginning to end. They had told their previous master about it before, and now that they had changed their master, they had to talk about it.

He asked, "How much do we need to pay for each month?"

Rong Tang stared blankly, "How can you count them in taels? Calculate for yourself, how much is Chuncao? How much is copper? How much is Li Jin? For all of you, including food, lodging, medical care, birth, and funeral expenses, five hundred wen a month is the maximum."

Rong Wanli slipped and almost fell, "Five hundred coins?"

"Do you want to do it or not?"

After just a moment he was dejected, "Fuck!"

The master and servant signed the loan agreement separately. Everyone looked at Rong Xian with envy. He had a good godson, but others didn't have this luck.

After a while, the master and servant came out, and Rong Tang announced the good news, "Rong Wanli is very particular and even covers the daily necessities. This matter has been resolved. Let's wait for good news next!"

Everyone was confused again. Rong Xian had someone in charge, but they had no one in charge. How could the problem be solved?

However, Rong Tang then gave another important instruction, "Our business requires a large amount of firewood. Go pick up whatever you can. All the dead trees and miscellaneous wood in the surrounding Fuxinzhuang land are free to be cut down. We will buy them in large quantities. The price will be based on the market price. I will leave people here to collect them."

Before anyone could react, he turned back to the people in Rongjia Village and said, "All the houses must be cleared out. Look at those beds and cabinets inside. Chop up all the wood and use it as firewood..."

Wei Wu asked anxiously, "Prince Rong, why did you chop up such good furniture to make a fire?"

Rong Tang said, "It's unlucky because it was used by a dead person."

Wei Wu said, "We don't mind the bad luck. Give it to us! That way, we won't take it for nothing. We can exchange it for firewood."

Rong Tang said, "That's really troublesome. OK, twenty kilograms of firewood for ten kilograms of furniture. Just don't be afraid of losing out."

The remaining soldiers all expressed that they were not afraid of suffering losses.

When they asked, they found out that there were no other questions. Everyone went out to look for firewood, and even carried away the half-burnt firewood on the ground. Only a few villagers from Rongjia Village, Wei Wu and Rong Xian were left in the yard.

Wei Wu was still scratching his head, feeling something was wrong. Rong Xian had already asked Rong Wanli for the loan deed.

"What are you looking at, Godfather?"

Rong Wanli smiled and said, "My son has money, but he has life if he doesn't have money. Just pay it back slowly!"

"Bring it here."

This is totally wrong. He is the only one buying new clothes, so why does he need to borrow money? No matter how poor this kid is, he still has some money on him.

Rong Wanli showed it to him. The contract was quite formal, but Rong Xian became uneasy after seeing the end, because Rong Wanli had borrowed a lot of money and it would take a long time to pay it back.

How long? The author is going to talk a little more nonsense here.

Rong Wanli borrowed a total of three thousand taels. Rong Tang had the potential to be a loan shark, so he deducted 30% of the interest first. The actual amount he received was two thousand one hundred taels, which he had to pay in installments of three thousand taels.

Rong Wanli's monthly stipend was 500 wen, and he paid back half of it every month, which was 250 wen. That was 3 taels a year, and 3,000 taels in a thousand years.

The master and servant signed the deed seriously, put their signatures and fingerprints on it, it was so formal.

Rong Wanli whispered in his ear, "My master is very stingy. He won't give me a penny. He wants me to pay you back for a thousand years. He won't give me a day less. Godfather, don't be grateful to him. He's a scoundrel."

"What if you don't live a thousand years?"

"Be careful and live well. I won't live long enough, so let my son and grandson pay it back. We are men, and we must do what we say. Godfather, you..."

Rong Xian, a grown man, burst into tears.

Wei Wu walked over and took a deep breath, "Rong Xian, something's wrong."

Rong Xian stuffed the deed into his arms and said, "How can it be right? It is very right. Lao Wu, let's go chop wood together. I want to change to a good chair. From what Master Rong said, this work can be done while sitting."

Before he could finish his words, there was a "bang" sound and something fell out from the only closed carriage.

A few people went over to take a look and saw that it was a beautiful wheelchair.

Rong Tang took a look and said, "I picked it up on the road, just throw it away!"

"No!"

Rong Wanli stepped forward, grabbed it, and pushed it a few times. It was so light and smooth that he was beaming with joy. "Just think of it as something I picked up. Give it to my godfather. Godfather, come and try it..."

"Can't try!"

Hearing a scream from outside the door, Lao Wen jumped up and used his Qinggong skills to the maximum to take the wheelchair back.

The moment his hand touched the wheelchair, Rong Wanli picked up Rong Xian, and Old Wen seemed to be fixed in place by a spell.

Rong Wanli apologized, "Sorry, my godfather is sitting here. How about I give it back to you?"

Old Wen's face twitched. If the wheelchair was touched by someone else, the young master would not want it anymore.

He held back his anger and turned to Rong Tang, "Prince Rong, what do you say about this?"

Rong Tang clapped his hands, "What does it have to do with me? I didn't sit there. Besides, how can you blame others for this? Uncle Wen, you saw it with your own eyes. Your young master didn't want it anymore and threw it away, so we picked up a piece of junk. It's unbelievable for someone else to take back the junk they picked up, but since it's Young Master Zheng, we won't say anything. Take it, take it."

Old Wen was so angry that he laughed.

"Rubbish? Prince Rong, do you know how much this rubbish cost? Five..."

Rong Tang rushed to say, "Five taels is five taels. At most, let him pay it back for two more years."

Old Wen crossed his arms and said, "Five hundred taels, but that is the capital. I will not sell your things for a high or low price."

"There's nothing we can do about it, just take it away!"

Old Wen sneered and was about to push the wheelchair away. Rong Xian knew that he was in trouble and struggled to get off. Old Wen saw that he was a disabled soldier with no legs below the knees, and the little conscience he had left made him feel very embarrassed.

"Prince Rong, wait, this matter is not over yet."