Shipin Dalizheng

After eating and waking up from the dream, it was gone.

Chuncao suddenly became sad again. These days she kept thinking about the days when she was hungry as a child and wanted to cry at the slightest provocation.

"Eat, there's more!"

Zhou passed the rice around and finally gave it to her three daughters, then watched them eat with a smile.

"Aunt Dashan, you eat too!"

"I'll eat, I'll eat." Zhou took half a bowl and continued to count the rice grains as she put them into her mouth.

Chuncao shook her head. It was really nice that Zhou didn't try to take advantage of things, but it was a bit petty for her to act like a saint and selflessly sacrifice for the food that clearly couldn't be finished.

She stopped looking after the children and told Daya to get more food after they finished eating, then left the yard.

She had a mission, to get a rough idea of ​​the character of the women in the village. The young master once said that sometimes you can tell a person's character by how they eat.

While the women were eating, the men all found a shady place to squat. The elders said that they had something to say after the banquet.

The main room was filled with all kinds of stools, benches, long benches, and wooden blocks. There were twenty or thirty men of all ages sitting there, all staring at Rong Tang eagerly.

Rong Tang saw too much expectation in their eager eyes.

He sighed and said, "My fellow elders, my fellow villagers, I know you want to return to the peaceful life we ​​had when my grandfather was alive. But now you can see that my situation is not good."

When everyone heard this, they felt nervous, thinking that Rong Tang was not going to let them rely on him.

Only the Third Master knew a little about Rong Tang's thoughts, so he was not in a hurry.

"Dear elders, fellow villagers, as the saying goes, many hands make light work. If Rongjia Village wants to truly live a good life, relying on the support of one individual is not enough. We need everyone to work hard together. Only when the strength of the entire village is combined can Rongjia Village belong to us, a strength that outsiders cannot bully."

"well said."

Rong An was the first to clap his hands. Following his lead, everyone reacted and clapped and nodded in unison, "As it should be. That's the truth."

Rong Dahai patted his chest and said, "Young Master, I, Rong Dahai, am the first to declare my stance. From now on, if anyone bullies you, I, Rong Dahai, will be the first to step forward and deal with them for you. So what if the Jin family? So what if the Tang family? As long as we work together, we will definitely be able to drive them all away."

Everyone had heard about what happened in the mountains. In the past, the Jin family would have stolen the prey and beaten and scolded the villagers. But today, they showed their strength and actually drove the people away without suffering any losses, which made the villagers' blood boil.

Rong Tang pressed his hand down and the crowd immediately fell silent.

"The unity I'm talking about isn't just about military unity, but also about human and material resources. The villagers have a hard time living, and it all comes down to a lack of money. But where does the money come from? We have to earn it! I, Rong Tang, have been wandering around for over a decade. I don't have any other skills, but I have learned some recipes for making a living. I'm willing to share all my recipes for everyone to make money. As for what the recipes are, how to cooperate, and how to divide the profits, I'll explain them in detail later. Of course, any business has risks, and I can't guarantee success or that we'll make money. So everyone, please think carefully about whether or not to participate and how to participate."

As soon as he finished speaking, the villagers' faces changed and they began to whisper. At first, they were delighted to hear that there was a recipe for making a living and that the young master was willing to share it. But then they heard there was no certainty of success, and they became anxious and worried.

The Third Master spoke first, "Sir, I wonder what you're going to do for a living? And how can we get involved?"

Rong Tang said, "I want to make a living by brewing wine. One way is to use a joint-stock system, where everyone pools money and shares are divided proportionally according to the amount of money each family contributes. Profits and losses are also distributed proportionally."

Someone lost their patience and asked, "Sir, we understand that profits are divided proportionally, but what about losses?"

Rong An couldn't help but say, "Of course it's shared proportionally. Do we have to share the profits, but let you pay for the losses all by yourself? There's no such thing as that!"

The man opened his mouth and said, "That's true, but for the villagers who make a living from the soil, they can't afford to lose even if they make a fortune."

This was unlike before, when Jian'an Bo never asked them to contribute capital, but always gave out rice and other valuables to the villagers unconditionally. Although the amount distributed to each family was pitifully small, it was free after all.

Some people began to feel timid and thought that doing business was too risky.

Rong Tang lowered his head and took a sip of tea. People's hearts are complicated. They seek benefits and avoid harm. This is also his method of selecting first-tier partners.

Someone else asked, "Is there a second way to participate?"

"Of course there are. If someone doesn't want to take the risk, they can wait until the business is established and then start working. Whether they make a profit or a loss in the future, the wages will not be reduced."

This proposal attracted many people. Apart from farming, they had no other way to make money in the village. It would be great if they could have a job without leaving the village and get wages every day.

Just by looking at the expressions of these people, Rong Tang knew what most people would choose.

But there were also people who thought more, such as Rong An. After all, he had worked in the town and was much more knowledgeable than those who had never left the village.

"Sir, can I choose both?"

Rong Tang naturally knew what he meant and replied, "Of course. If you put in the capital, you can get a share of the profits. If you work for yourself, you can get paid, without any delays. Each of you is a person with influence in your family, so why not discuss it with your family and see how to choose. Rong An, you can read, so take a notebook and register it. I want to know if anyone in the village has any special skills besides farming. Carpentry, plastering, all of these are counted."

Everyone left the main hall in twos and threes and went to discuss with their families.

The Third Master and his son did not go out. He fumbled around and filled a pot with tobacco. Just as he was about to light it, he thought that Rong Tang might not like the taste of the tobacco, so he put it on his waist again.

Dashan had already told him that Rong Tang wanted to use sorghum to make wine. To be honest, he was not sure about it, but Rong Tang was the foundation of the entire Rong clan, and even the entire Rongjia Village in the future. Whatever he wanted to do, his family would support him no matter what he said.

It depends on money or people.

"Sir, if we want to raise funds, how much should each family contribute?"

Rong Tang said, "It doesn't matter how much. Grandpa, I don't lack this little capital. I just want the villagers to have a sense of ownership. Once they invest the capital, they will be the boss of this business, and it will be their own business. In the future, whether they keep the recipe secret or do their best, it will be a motivation."

"That's it..."

The Third Master understood that Rong Tang was not short of this little money, but wanted to use interests to bind the entire village together and form a whole.