[Marriage first, love later] She is happy after marrying a widower

A field of one hundred acres is very large. Song Yanzhi and Han Heming followed Wang Shoucai to check the irrigation ditches of the field and mark the fields. The three of them were talking.

From a distance, I saw a group of people walking towards this side in a noisy manner.

"That is?"

Han Heming pointed at the group of people and didn't understand why such a group of people were still in the fields after the crops had been harvested.

"I look like a tenant farmer in the village."

Not every household in the village has land. For example, every household that has lived in the village for generations has been allocated land.

There are also many families who moved here by stealing wasteland. They can hardly even survive, so how can they have money to buy houses and land there?

At this time, they would become tenants and rent other people's land. These people were collectively called tenants.

The group of people quickly came to their side, each with anxious and panicked expressions on their faces.

"Master Wang, you can't leave. If you leave, we won't have any land to farm. What will we eat and drink next year?"

One of the old men walked up to Wang Shoucai anxiously and said.

"That's right, Master Wang, you can't just ignore us tenants."

Someone followed immediately.

"How come you don't have land to farm? We've sold the land, but it still needs people to farm it, right? Just ask Master Han.

He has so much land, he needs people to cultivate it."

Wang Shoucai comforted these people.

"How can it be the same? I don't know if Mr. Han's family will use us, let alone whether he is as kind as Landlord Wang. If he doesn't give us a little profit, we will starve to death."

Three-tenths interest? How can the rental rate be so low?

No wonder these tenants are all pale and thin. Even so, these tenants still call the landlord Wang a good man?

"Old Hu, what nonsense are you talking about? How can there be a 30% profit? It was clearly only 2% before."

Wang Shoucai shouted and looked at Hu Sangang in confusion.

Hu Sangang was old and not very smart, but he was vaguely considered the leader of the Wang family's tenants, and the tenants were willing to listen to him.

Song Yanzhi raised her eyebrows. Hu Shoucai was an honest man and didn't hear it. It seemed that these tenants were not here to find Wang Shoucai at all, but were coming for them.

"Master Wang, the rent you gave us before was only 3% interest. You can't talk nonsense. It's not 2%. If it were 2%, our whole family would starve to death."

Hu Sangang acted as if Wang Shoucai was talking nonsense, which made Wang Shoucai at a loss for words.

"That's right, Master Wang, you can't leave. You've pushed us into a desperate situation and won't give us a chance to live. We used to get a three-point profit, but I don't know if Master Han's family is willing to use us."

The man who was speaking was thin and his name was Zhou Ming. He usually followed Hu Sangang around and followed his lead.

After he finished speaking, the tenants all looked at Han Heming.

They learned from the villagers that Mr. Han and his wife came to check on the fields in an ox cart, and heard this from the workers who helped Mr. Han before the busy farming season.

Mr. Han is very generous. He pays you a lot of money for helping you every day.

If Mr. Han San is unwilling to pay three-tenths of the profit and rent the land to them, they will not help Mr. Han farm the land and will just leave Mr. Han's land there.

No matter how honest Wang Shoucai was, he now realized what was going on. However, he did not want to get involved in the affairs between Han Heming and the tenants.

He smiled innocently and said to everyone.

"Come, come, let me introduce you to Chu Wei. This is Master Han. Why don't you all ask Master Han if he's willing to continue renting the land to you?"

After he finished his introduction, he stepped aside.

Hu Sangang hurriedly took two or three steps, smiling, and walked towards Han Heming very attentively.

"So you are Mr. Han. My name is Hu Sangang and I used to be a tenant of Landlord Wang. Landlord Wang sold his land to you. I was wondering if you would be willing to continue renting the land to us for farming.

Don't worry, we have the land for you to farm. We promise to keep it in good working order and won't let you down."

Han Heming raised his eyebrows. This Hu Sangang was too restless. It was just the beginning, and he hadn't rented the land to them yet, but he was already setting his sights on them. This was not acceptable.

"Nice to meet you. I wonder how Uncle Hu plans to rent our land?"

What Han Heming meant was, if what you say is suitable, it is not impossible to rent this land to you for farming.

These words immediately gave Hu Sangang confidence. He had already figured out that if Han Heming didn't rent the land to them, he would not be able to find anyone to help him cultivate such a large piece of land.

I heard that his family not only owns these fields, but also the entire hill behind them. If Han Heming can give him these lands, he can attract a few more tenants.

You know, the tenants would send a lot of things to his family every New Year.

"We are not taking advantage of Master Han. In the past, the Wang family gave us a three-tenths profit, and the annual reward was half a bolt of coarse cloth and a hundred taels of silver per family."

Seeing that Han Heming seemed easy to talk to, Hu Sangang rolled his eyes and told him what he was thinking.

Han Heming smiled slightly. Logically speaking, this condition was not high. When he was in Hongya Village, he always gave people a 40% profit when leasing land.

The profit here is only 30%, so logically he should agree to it.

But this cannot be done this way. He has carefully inquired about the prices of the tenants here. Generally, the profit is 20%. If the owner rewards two inches of cloth during the New Year, they are only philanthropic families.

He wanted to pay three-tenths of the profit to let these tenants cultivate his family's fields, which would disrupt the market and he could not do that.

"Uncle Hu is not honest." Han Heming said this, then took Song Yanzhi's hand, got on the ox cart and left.

"Uncle Hu, what should we do?"

Seeing the Han couple walking away, the tenants were dumbfounded. Hu Sangang said that the Han family were outsiders and did not understand how we find tenants here, so he wanted to take them to ask the Han family for some benefits.

Now that Mr. Han knows that they are blackmailing him, he will probably not rent the land to them. What will they eat next year?

"What are you afraid of? If he doesn't rent his land to us, are there other people in Lizao Village who can farm for him? Just go home and wait. He will come back to find us."

He was also nervous when Han Heming left just now, and now he was just pretending to be calm.

"poor person must have something mean."

Get on the ox cart and never see the people there again, Song Yanzhi said lightly.

Neither she nor Han Heming were mean people. When they hired help, they paid a lot of money to have others do the work for them.

The two of them, one from a farming family and the other from a later generation where everyone is equal, respect the fruits of the labor of the working people, but they hate people calculating.

"Haha...don't be angry, they will come again on their own."