They must interrupt their thoughts and understand their ideas.

Zhao Ping glanced at Lin Changfu and asked with a smile: "How is your salary in the demon taro workshop at the foot of the mountain?"

"Thank you, Master Zhao, of course it's good. There are about three stakes of copper coins every month. Now I don't want to go up the mountain to plant it." Lin Changfu respectfully bowed to Zhao Ping.

Of course, Zhao Ping organized the workshop in Zhao Jiazhuang, and Zhao Ping gave him a brand new life.

Why is he not grateful for having such a good home?

Yin Meifu and Peng Shoude heard this and congratulated Lin Changfu, while making a request to Zhao Ping, wanting to work in the Zhaojiazhuang workshop at the foot of the mountain.

This is not possible. If all the people in the village go to the workshops at the foot of the mountain to work, what should I do if the fields on the mountain are in the mountains?

Zhao Ping did not deny not allowing them to join the workshop, but made his own suggestions.

"Three percent of tea trees, one percent of wheat, three percent of demon taro, one percent of rice, millet, and yam." Zhao Ping paused and said, "With these, the harvest is no lower than the mountain."

Peng Shoude nodded, and he suddenly asked a question: "Report to official Zhao, the villain suddenly remembered a question. I wonder if he could raise it?"

Zhao Ping nodded and said, "It's okay, but it's okay?"

"The demon taro and yam have been purchased at the foot of the mountain. What should I do if the tea tree is?" This is related to his vital interests, and he must ask clearly.

Zhao Ping did not answer him directly, but asked Guo Jing: "How does Foreman Guo feel drunk on the spring breeze?"

Although the official did not recognize the cross-city yamen, Zhao Ping still called him the foreman and obviously wanted to use him.

Guo Jing couldn't help but be overjoyed and replied: "The fragrance is fragrant, the soup is clear, and the bottom of the leaves shows the true colors of the tea. Drinking it makes people feel refreshed."

"Compared with Tuan Tea, one is in the sky and the other is underground." Guo Jing expressed his advantages.

"It's just that the price makes people feel a little overwhelmed." Guo Jing pointed out its shortcomings.

"Yes, that's it!" Several elders also agreed.

Zhao Ping looked at everyone and said, "Since you like it, how about setting up a tea shop on the mountain?"

Chen Guangze and several other elders couldn't help but be overjoyed, looked at each other, and praised them for being kind.

There are many tea shops on the mountain to deal with them. It can be said that Zhao Ping specializes in taking care of the copycat.

First, the tea purchased by tea trees has no sales, and second, buying tea in a workshop is obviously cheaper than buying it outside.

When they heard that Zhao Ping was going to run a tea shop here, this was green gold, and all of them had green light in their eyes.

I heard that the best spring breeze is about the same price as gold.

Many people can make the Tuan Tea, but only Zhaojiazhuang can make the Zuichun Feng.

The copycat soil is very suitable for planting tea trees, but the tumbled tea and the drunk spring breeze are completely different.

The elders, including Chen Guangze, Guo Jing, and even Zhu Yuanwai's eyes were filled with a hot light.

This kind of vision is Cuizhu, Zhao Long, Wang Guoer and others who are also scared.

The copycat is too poor, and Zhaojiazhuang is too rich again.

Zhao Ping looked at everyone, and didn't know what they thought, and said, "This tea shop was not run by Zhaojiazhuang alone, but by a joint venture."

After hearing this, these elders almost gave Zhao Ping as their father. Zhao Ping was just giving them money.

Zhaojiazhuang has produced technology, which of course accounts for the majority; several elders and Guo Jing each account for half of the tea trees.

Even Liang Shanqiu's father-in-law Zhu Yuanwai was also happy, and he also accounted for half of the investment.

Almost everyone has the benefits, even Yin Meifu and the others have not lost it. They have a sales outlet for growing tea and can also work in tea shops.

Zhao Ping looked at Chen Guangze, bowed to Chen Guangze, and said, "Old Chen's loquat wine is also good, so why not run a winery."

Chen Guangze couldn't help but be overjoyed, and his dissatisfaction with Zhao Ping just now disappeared.

He thought about it and asked while giving a tribute, "Zhao Guanren, how to make this loquat wine?"

"You don't have to worry about this method of making it. You can only find a venue." Zhao Ping woke him up.

I heard that Zhao Ping developed skills, and several other elders were willing to make money. He was a fool if he didn't make money.

Chen Guangze was helpless. You all had one for the tea shop just now, and this is the only way to do this winery.

After the negotiation, Zhaojiazhuang has developed technology and still accounts for the majority. Several elders, Guo Jing and Zhu Yuanwai are also half a successful deal.

In this way, all the elders were not only grateful to Zhao Ping.

Although Zhao Ping took over the land to the government, he gave them a brighter prospect.

Zhao Ping not only gave the entire village a way out, but also gave them a way out.

Moreover, this way out is far more than what you get when you are a pure landlord.

Lin Changfu suddenly thought of a question and stepped forward and asked, "Report to official Zhao, I heard that there are official schools in the Song Dynasty, but I wonder if there are any copycats?"

His two youngest children are already in their prime, but they don't recognize a single word.

Lin Changfu, Peng Shoude and others kowtowed their heads on the ground and made a thumping sound.

Because Zhao Ping, the Zhaojiazhuang School, not only does not charge a fee, but also gives you a lunch at noon.

Lin Changfu's eyes were filled with tears. His Lin Ba and Lin Jiu could study here, and there were scholars in their Lin family.

The elders, regardless of what Lin Changfu and others thought, had other ideas and pulled Guo Jing together and whispered.

Zhao Ping came to the parody today. In addition to inspecting the parody and building the parody, the more important reason was his mother's request.

Lijiazhuang is my mother's home. After my grandparents and in-laws passed away, Li Zhihao, the owner of the mansion, was naturally my mother's home.

Lijiazhuang's background is obviously not as good as Wangjiazhuang. Apart from his uncle, only Li Zhihao is a juren.

Although the rest of the people studied, they did not pass the imperial examination.

The reason is that there are many aspects. One is not as good as Wangjiazhuang. More importantly, their land wealth is far inferior to Wangjiazhuang.

Seeing that his uncle finally made a fortune, my mother was filled with joy and kept praising Zhao Ping for being capable.

After giving Zhao Ping a kiss full of deep maternal love, his mother assigned a new task to Zhao Ping, which was to give Li Zhihao a real position.

Mother    , aren’t you making things difficult for me?

I only heard that I would be virtuous, but I never heard that I would be relatives.

But if I don’t agree, my mother will pull her ears again.

When I am at my mother, I will always be that boy who never grows up.

After the copycat was captured, Zhao Ping felt that the opportunity had come.

The parody cottage not only has a street, but also an official. Although it is a parody cottage, it has not been recognized by the Song Dynasty.

After all, the copycat already has the foundation for the government, and it is natural to rebuild an government.

But I can't bring up this matter myself, otherwise I'd be allowed to be loved by others and be caught by the censor. If I can't eat meat, I'd be frustrated.

But Liang Shanqiu is another nerd and doesn't understand his good intentions.

Now that he has done so much for Lingquan County, he has brought Li Zhihao over, he has not thought of this.

It seems that I have to think of a way, but what is the best way? Zhao Ping looked around and except for the occasional rice stalks in the terraced fields, the fragrant chrysanthemums on both sides of the road, the vast green mountains, and green everywhere.

There were frogs, butterflies, and swallows flew over the water from time to time.

"Flying swallows slid lightly among the clouds and water, and there is a peach blossom deep in the dragon spring. Butterflies dance and frogs croak to persuade guests to stay, why should I go to the southern mountain to pick chrysanthemums?" Zhao Ping couldn't help but recite a poem.

Zhao Ping's improvisational work immediately won praise, and Cuizhu hurriedly took notes.

Liang Shanqiu was recalling Zhao Ping's improvised poem, and Zhao Ping suddenly asked: "Minister Liang, does this place look like a paradise?"

"The scenery is so beautiful that Zhao Zhubu's poem has already revealed the three flavors. This place is naturally worthy of being a paradise in Chengdu Prefecture... Lingquan County." He originally wanted to say that this was a paradise in Chengdu Prefecture, but he was not the prefect of Chengdu Prefecture, so he could only say that it was a paradise in Lingquan County.

"Of course, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a paradise in Chengdu Prefecture." Zhao Ping is the chief clerk of Chengdu Prefecture, so he naturally has this qualification.

Liang Shanqiu and the elders were overjoyed. Zhao Ping was not only the chief clerk of Chengdu Prefecture, but also a famous celebrity inside and outside the Song Dynasty.

If some people say that this is not a paradise, then Zhao Ping's fans will definitely be scolded.

Zhao Ping's fans were everywhere, saying that this was a paradise, so that literati would come to watch it one after another in the future.

Chen Guangze, Guo Jing and others were even more happy and wanted to go crazy, and Zhao Ping was extremely unwilling to write an inscription.

Zhao Ping thought that after all, he had been a child, although his calligraphy was barely powerful.

"Minister Liang is his parents' official, and he just wrote an inscription." Zhao Ping had an idea.

Liangshanqiu is ten years older than Zhao Ping, and his calligraphy has basically entered the hall. He has no choice but to write it on it after several refusals.

So when Zhao Ping wrote a poem, Liang Shanqiu hanged it into the mountain yamen through calligraphy.

Guo Jing went to the next level and asked craftsmen to carve the gate of the copycat for this poem "Inscription on Eternal Village".

Chen Guangze kept reciting Zhao Ping's poems, bowed and laughed, "Zhao Guanren, Liang Guanren, butterfly danced and frogs croaked, so why should I go to Nanshan to pick chrysanthemums? Then I must stay here tonight."

Zhao Ping nodded and said to Liang Shanqiu: "There is a copycat official here. I don't know what it looks like, just take a look."

A mile away from the gate of the village, there are streets on both sides.

When you reach the end of the street, there is a semicircular street, and there is a small hill in the middle of the street.
To be continued...