The Big Farmer of Time Traveling

Chapter 157

Jingguo's unmarried brother's family usually doesn't buy property, so Lin Xiazhi has only a few contracts and bank notes.

There are dozens of taels as small as hundreds of taels, and some silver. After counting, there are more than 6000 taels of private money.

Lin Xiazhi himself was a little shocked. Thinking about it carefully, it’s normal to have so many. After all, he owns shares in Lin’s Tofu House, Lin’s Village Doufang, and Piaoxiang Shili, as well as dividends from his uncle’s salted eggs and preserved eggs, and other messes. Income added together.

Lin Xiazhi lamented that it is indeed easier for the rich to make money than the poor.

He has the money, but he doesn't know if he has enough money to buy a farm dedicated to farming, he has to ask Cheng Wenliu.

Lin Xiazhi is not a slow person, he went to the county seat in his own donkey cart the next day.

The Cheng family also had a farm, and they bought several of them in other places, and they specially grew grain to sell in their own store.

The price of land outside is not expensive, especially in those remote places. There are large tracts of fertile land that are suitable for farming without owners. You can go to the government to buy them, and then spend a few dollars to buy people and cattle, and you can grow a lot of food every year.

Lin Xiazhi's farm is used for breeding, and he has to visit it often, and he can't buy farms and good fields that are too far away.

However, Jiangning County has a large wharf on the Nujiang River. Whether it is fertile land or farmland, the price is not cheap, and most of them have owners, so you may not be able to buy them with money.

"Brother Xia, let me keep an eye out for you. If I hear the news, if I find the price is cheap, I'll buy it for you directly, and you can give me the money later. Do you think it's okay?" Cheng Wenliu has enough money for Lin Xiazhi to buy it. A farm, but he knew that Lin Xiazhi would not accept his gift at this time, so he could only buy it for him.

"Okay." The cheap ones are popular, and after a few rounds of communication, they might be bought by others.

Lin Xiazhi is not in a hurry, it won't be too late after the high-yielding crops in the few acres of land at home grow, otherwise there will be no seeds to plant when the fields are bought.

"By the way, Brother Xia, I reckon that Auntie Xiu is going to give birth soon. Let me ask if your family has gone to the county seat to book those famous midwifes. I'm afraid they won't have time if it's too late."

"Thank you, Cheng Ah, for reminding me. I'll ask my elder brother to ask later." Lin Xiazhi didn't expect this. After all, he is not a person of this era. He is not familiar with these things if he has ever had a child at home. He heard Cheng Wenliu's reminder Just known.

"It's a one-sentence matter, you're welcome. Brother Jing just asked me to bring you his new manuscript when I went out today. I think this kid really fell in love with writing scripts. You don't know. He wrote it the day before yesterday. He actually didn’t eat dinner again, saying that he is full of ideas, so let us not disturb him.” Cheng Wenliu said helplessly, “I’m so angry that I won’t give him money to buy paper and pens if he does this again, and he won’t be allowed to write. , the kitchen does not give him ready to eat at any time, if he is not willing to eat, he will be hungry."

"Did he run to find you something to eat at night?" Lin Xiazhi guessed after seeing Cheng Wenliu's appearance.

"Well, he wasn't fat in the first place, but now he's even thinner. How dare I really starve him." Cheng Wenliu sighed.

Cheng Wenliu is a character who dotes on his younger brother, and he is not willing to let Cheng Luanjing go hungry. Cheng Fulang must also know that, so he just turns a blind eye when he loves the child.

Lin Xiazhi frowned. Speaking of which, Cheng Luanjing was the one who led the writing of the storybook, and he still had a responsibility in it: "If not, I'll persuade him to try."

That's exactly what Cheng Wenliu thought in his heart. Brother Xia told the story back then, maybe Brother Xia could persuade Brother Jing.

And it's still early, Lin Xiazhi can still have lunch with Cheng when he goes to Cheng's house, so they can spend more time together.

On the carriage, Lin Xiazhi showed Cheng Luanjing a new chapter.

Brother Zhi found the wrong father's tomb, he could only excuse that he was young and couldn't remember things, and the two continued to search nearby.

Judging from the text, Niulang did not doubt the authenticity of Zhi Geer's words.

The two searched for that place for a long time, but they couldn't find the tomb that Brother Zhi was talking about when it was getting dark, so they had to rush to the next town.

The weather was not good, and it rained heavily while driving. The coachman said that it was too dangerous to drive on a rainy day, so he insisted not to go on.

Seeing this, Lin Xiazhi always felt that the coachman was going to do something.

Facts have proved that Lin Xiazhi's intuition is very accurate. The coachman arranged by Cheng Luanjing is a man who is looking for money. He saw that Niu Lang and Zhi Ge'er had a lot of money with them, and planned to take their belongings away on the way .

Niu Lang has no social experience, Zhi Geer is even more, the two of them did not notice the bad intentions of the coachman at all, and agreed to rest in a nearby ruined temple under the coachman's persuasion.

The ruined temple is dirty and dilapidated, the outside wind blows directly into the temple, rolling up the veil on Zhi Ge'er's face when Zhi Ge'er is packing up, and the coachman sees Zhi Ge'er's true appearance.

Brother Zhi'er's beauty made the coachman excited, and he had a new plan in his heart.

When watching this plot, Lin Xiazhi, as a reader, naturally took it in, sweating for Niulang and Brother Zhi.

Geer Jing stuck the story at this point.

Lin Xiazhi put the manuscript aside, calmed down before speaking: "Brother Wen Liu, the story written by Brother Jing is quite good, have you ever thought about waiting for him to finish writing the story and printing some for consignment in the bookstore? I think His word would have sold well."

"Printed and sold for money?" Cheng Wenliu's heart moved when he heard Lin Xiazhi's words.

"In addition to printing books, they can also be sold to theater troupes." Lin Xiazhi continued.

In Jingguo, the opera troupe had to pay the writers of the storybooks to sing operas. If the authors or book fans found out and came to the door without paying the money, they would have to face a lawsuit.Of course, if no one came to the door, it would be fine.The big theater troupes in big counties will not ruin their reputation just to save this little money.

Lin Xiazhi thinks this regulation is quite good, there is such a law to prevent plagiarism in ancient times.

"It is indeed possible, but we have to wait until Brother Jing finishes writing." Cheng Wenliu did not immediately agree.

When Lin Xiazhi arrived at Cheng's house, Cheng Luanjing was in his attic. The light in the attic was better, so he could do things easily.

"Brother Xia, you came at the right time. I was wondering when to let Tianting find out that Brother Zhi had secretly descended to earth." Cheng Luanjing pulled Lin Xiazhi over to sit down, and let Lin Xiazhi read the manuscript he wrote today.

The coachman intends to kill Niulang in the ruined temple and seize Zhigeer and their money. Zhigeer is forced to use magic to save Niulang.

It seems that Brother Jing is planning to arrange for Tianting to find Brother Zhi went down to earth privately at this time, and he returns the manuscript to Brother Jing: "Your arrangement is not bad, just write according to your ideas."

"Could it be too fast?" Cheng Luanjing bit his lips: "I'll think later—"

Lin Xiazhi interrupted him: "Brother Jing, let's not talk about this for now. I came here because I heard from your second brother that you don't eat for the sake of writing scripts. Let me persuade you."

"Nothing." Cheng Luanjing immediately denied it.

Lin Xiazhi looked at him with a smile, but didn't speak.

"Actually——" Cheng Wenliu pretended to look at the sky, and then at the insteps of his feet, "Only once or twice, they made too much fuss."

"How many times is once or twice?" Lin Xiazhi continued to ask him.

Cheng Luanjing scratched his hair irritably: "I don't remember this."

Lin Xiazhi helped him tidy up the messy manuscripts on the table, and then said to him: "Anyway, your body is yours. I thought of a good idea to tell you during this time. See if you have any If you’re not interested, write this into a story. Judging from your situation, I’m afraid your body will soon be exhausted after you finish writing this story of Cowherd and Zhigeer, so it’s better not to tire you out by telling stories.”

"Not tired, not tired at all." After saying this, Cheng Luanjing couldn't help yawning.

"Look in the mirror yourself, how dare you say you're not tired with your appearance?" Lin Xiazhi took out a bronze mirror from the side.

Cheng Luanjing looked at himself yawning in the bronze mirror, thinking that he got up to write in the middle of the night last night, and couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

"Have a good night's sleep, you are still young, and you have plenty of time to write more stories in the future, why bother yourself and those who care about you for a story."

Seeing that Cheng Luanjing listened a little more, Lin Xiazhi continued, "I'll tell you about my new ideas when you recover."

"Okay, I'll follow your instructions to eat on time and have a good rest." Cheng Luan agreed with a nod.

"Since you are willing to listen to persuasion, I will tell you a piece of news." Lin Xiazhi adhered to the principle of sweet dates and sticks, and told him about the book he had discussed with Cheng Wenliu.

"Can the stories I write be published? Can they also be compiled into playbooks?" Cheng Luanjing was pleasantly surprised.

"Yes, you have to write this story well. If it's not well written, we won't waste money publishing a book for you, let alone the troupe's singing." Lin Xiazhi threatened him.

"Yeah, I know, I'm ashamed if I don't write well." Cheng Luanjing was full of motivation, and suddenly he wanted to lie down on the table and continue writing.

Before sitting down, Cheng Luanjing looked at Lin Xiazhi eagerly: "Brother Xia, it's not time for dinner, can I continue writing?"

Lin Xiazhi laughed: "You write, I won't bother you here anymore."

After Lin Xiazhi finished speaking, he turned around and went downstairs to complete the commission of Cheng Wenliu and Cheng Fulang, he had to call them back.

"Brother Xia is still the best. We dote on Brother Jing on weekdays, no matter what he does, he doesn't take him seriously." Cheng Fulang heaved a sigh of relief after hearing Lin Xiazhi's words.

"I didn't say anything, it was because he wanted to take more rest." Lin Xiazhi didn't take credit for it, "By the way, it's best not to spend too much time writing. Take a break for half an hour. Even when the light is not good at night You can’t write, or your eyes will easily burn out.”

When Cheng Fulang thought about it, it was true. He heard that some children from poor families wanted to study, but they couldn’t light candles at home, so they could only read by the oil lamp or the lamp from the neighbor’s house. In the end, their eyes were damaged and they couldn’t see far away clearly. s things.

If an unmarried brother can't see things clearly, where can he find a good marriage, Cheng Fulang hurriedly ordered the servants around him to go to Cheng Luanjing's side, and asked the waiters to remember to remind Cheng Luanjing to take a break every half an hour.