MTL - The Leisurely Countryside of the Farmer’s Daughter-in-law-Chapter 833 apoplexy

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  Chapter 833 Stroke

   "My lady, there are many fields within ten miles outside the city, and those fields are basically under the names of various aristocratic families in Liangzhou City. What are you going to do with these fields?" Tan Anjun reminded.

  There are Yin, Liang, Wu, and Cheng families with four surnames in the city. He doesn't think these big families are easy to talk to. They have been here for several months, and these big families just sent people to give some gifts during the Chinese New Year.

  Yang Lan'er sighed and said, "Hearing what you said, why do I think they are the four major cancers in Liangzhou City?"

Tan Anjun's face froze: "For the four families that have lived here for generations, our Muwang Mansion is the outsider, and the outsider is their immediate boss when they come, and they take care of this and that. It's not surprising that they dislike us , within reason."

  Yang Lan'er nodded, well, that's right, they can understand their feelings, but she doesn't intend to tolerate, "Liangzhou Prefecture needs to develop, and anyone who hinders its development must not be tolerated."

She glanced at him, and snorted arrogantly: "But everything can't escape a word of reason, and this princess is not unreasonable. Any field occupied by the construction of the city wall outside the city, with a valid land lease, they can use it in other lands." Local areas are replaced with wasteland, and the replacement ratio can be adjusted up to 1:13."

   "What is one to one point three?" Tan Anjun was at a loss, this was the first time he heard such a statement.

   "For example, if you occupy ten acres within ten miles, you can choose 13 acres of wasteland outside the city, and the extra three acres can be regarded as compensation for opening up wasteland and cultivated land."

  Tan Anjun was a little surprised: "The labor cost of opening up 13 acres of wasteland is only a few taels of silver, and the extra three mu of land is worth more than a dozen taels."

  Yang Lan'er pursed her lips and chuckled softly. If calculated according to the wasteland, it would cost less than two taels of silver to open up 13 mu of wasteland. If calculated according to the market price, the extra three mu of wasteland would only be worth three taels of silver.

  Ten mu of land is worth tens of taels, and thirteen mu of wasteland is worth more than a dozen taels, but the price is different after it is reclaimed.

  So the calculation of accounts is not done in this way, and the way of calculating accounts is very important.

  However, no matter how these aristocratic families count, whether they are worth it or not, they must vacate the land.

   This is not compared to the demolition of later generations. Now that the imperial power is in power, it doesn't matter whether you want it or not.

  Tan Anjun glanced at his little wife thoughtfully, pointed to the blank area on the drawing and asked, "After the city wall is built, what are you going to do with the enclosed spaces?"

   It is impossible to besiege the city and still grow crops in the field, right?

   When the homestead is sold, it will definitely sell for a fortune. No!

   Tan Anjun's eyes lit up, "Are you going to use it to engage in your so-called real estate? Like in Chong County?"

  Yang Lan'er pursed her lips again and said nothing, but her round almond eyes bent into crescent moons explained everything.

   "Do you really have such a plan?" Tan Anjun stood up and stretched his legs, excitedly shouted to Lichun who was guarding the door: "Go to the kitchen and come back after getting some food and drinks."

   "You haven't had dinner yet?" Yang Lan'er looked up at him.

   "Eat something with me." Tan Anjun invited in a good mood, and stretched out his hand to scratch her ear.

  Yang Lan'er nodded, she didn't eat a few bites tonight, she was really hungry.

  Wait for the food and wine to be served, Lichun tactfully exited the study and closed the door.

  Tan Anjun held the jug closer and sniffed it, and said disgustedly: "The wine without your space is fragrant and mellow."

  Yang Laner understood in seconds, and waved her hand to bring out a small jar of wine from the space.

  Tan Anjun smelled the fruity aroma of the wine, and said resentfully: "It's boring!"

  Yang Lan'er knew that this man thought the fruit wine was not strong enough, so he said to him, and brought out a jar of deer blood wine from the space.

   With a sly smile, he patted the wine jar: "Choose one!"

  Tan Anjun snatched the stag blood wine, opened the seal, stared at the amber liquid in the jar, his face was slightly stiff, and his expression was hard to describe.

   "Miss, are you blaming your husband for neglecting you during this time?"

"what?"

   "Do you want a drink?" Tan Anjun asked while holding the wine jar.

   "Oh." Yang Lan'er blinked her ignorant eyes, stared at the wine jar in his hand, quickly shook her head, thanked Bumin: "This is for you, actually I like wine better."

   The two chatted while eating, and there was a lot of affection.

   "Tell me about your plan." Tan Anjun picked up a piece of stewed beef for her, and ate it on his own.

  Yang Laner happily ate the man's food, "If Liangzhou wants to develop, the infrastructure must be prepared in advance. There are wolves around Liangzhou, and the city wall is only the first step."

  No matter how deep Yang Lan'er was, he didn't say anything, he would know when the time came, but asked him: "How is your progress?"

  Hearing Yang Lan'er's question, Tan Anjun frowned involuntarily, raised his head and drank a glass of wine, his throat rolling.

   After a while, he said truthfully: "It's not going well!"

   "Tell me!"

   "Insufficient armament, insufficient soldiers."

  Yang Lan'er drank all the wine in the wine cup. Hearing this, she smiled lightly and said, "There are not enough soldiers. Didn't Yuan Wanzhong set out to help you recruit new soldiers?"

   "As for armaments, what are you short of? You can tell me, and I will help you think of a way and come up with ideas."

  Tan Anjun put down his chopsticks, leaned back his slender body, and stretched his two long legs under the table.

   "Armor, ordnance, food, supplies, etc., are all lacking."

"You really lack a lot." Yang Lan'er's voice was so soft that water dripped out, her eyes were probably covered with mist from drinking, and she glanced sideways at her wide shoulders, narrow waist and long legs. Full of charm.

   I don't know if it's because of the deer blood wine? Or is it because it has been dull for a while? Or is it because of his strong body and vigorous blood?

  In short, when Tan Anjun was caught by Yang Lan'er's hook-like eyes, his bones were half crisped.

   Before he could react, Yang Lan'er's voice sounded at the right time, "Iron, everyone is in short supply, and it's a bit difficult to buy it outside.

  But now that we have our own fiefdom, we can send people to investigate everywhere. If we find something, we can also be self-sufficient, and we don’t need to ask others, Mr. Xianggong, are you right? "

   Tan Anjun's eyes were filled with surprise: "Testing pulse is a good suggestion, I will arrange it."

  As for the food, first find an excuse to cover it, and transport it out of the space. When the harvest is harvested in autumn, the problem will be solved.

   "Recently, I will arrange for people to build a cement factory outside the city to prepare for the construction of the city wall. You ask your people to accommodate." Yang Lan'er drank another glass of wine, and unconsciously drank most of the jar of wine.

  Tan Anjun glanced meaningfully at the two wine jars on the table, each occupying one side.

   Staring at Yang Lan'er's eyes with undercurrents, she responded with a chuckle: "Don't worry, my wife, I will explain it to my husband, and I will also send out the land acquisition notice by the way, so that the fields within ten miles outside the city will be cleared."

   "So good!"

   wanted to pat his head, but Yang Lan'er found that her hands were not long enough.

   Tan Anjun gritted his teeth and snorted: "We have enough food and wine, it's time for us to move our position."

   "Transfer...position?"

   "Did you think that the deer blood wine was drunk?"

  Yang Lan'er has a stroke!

  (end of this chapter)

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