Just as Zhang Yiguang's family was frowning, Zhuangzi's gong rang.

"I heard that Zhangjiazhuang, when will the person living in the thatched house in our village be able to receive ten kilograms of rice. The location is distributed in the pavilion." The guard shouted loudly while ringing the gong.

His wife, Zhang Hu's mother, Zhang Wang, sobbing face stopped immediately, and his ears were raised high, and he dared not let a word go.

Zhang Yiguang and his family were all staring like bull's eyes, as if their eyes almost fell out of their sockets.

Zhang Qili was stunned, opened his mouth and couldn't speak for a long time. After a while, he shook his head and said, "Is this true? I don't believe it, has Zhangjiazhuang still given it?"

"That's right, when did the master's family become so generous, and I don't believe it." Zhang Wangshi shook his head, like lightning.

"Grandpa, grandma," Zhang Dalang was different from them. He jumped up happily, picked up the sack and rushed out of the house. "This is true, it was distributed by the government, right there in the pavilion."

"That's right, not only rice, but also clothes." Zhang Erlang rubbed his hands, shrank his body and kept venting, and then followed Dalang, "The paper clothes are too cold and are almost frozen to death."

"Let's go get clothes, you won't have clothes if you're late." He followed his three younger brothers and sisters and shouted happily as they rushed out of the house.

They were also wearing paper clothes, and several people squeezed together to keep warm to each other.

Even so, it was so cold that I was shaking, my nose was running long, and my hands and feet were swollen.

Now I hear about clothes, I am happier than hearing about food.

Zhang Qili looked at his son and said skeptically: "I go out and see if it is true."

After saying that, he picked up a wooden stick from the house, and although he was walking behind, he was faster than them.

Mrs. Zhang Hu and Mrs. Zhang Wang looked at Zhang Qili's back, their eyes were excited and their bodies shook a few times.

But looking at Zhang Yiguang who was unable to move on the bed, the two looked at each other, smiled bitterly, and were very embarrassed.

"Mother, madam, you go out, maybe there will be no one at night." Zhang Yiguang certainly knew what his mother and wife were thinking, and waved to them, "I will take care of myself."

Zhang Wangshi shook his head and looked at Zhang Yiguang with a loving look on his face: "Dalang, take care of you for your mother, let your wife and others go out to collect clothes."

In fact, she really wanted to go and see her son, but she couldn't bear to see him lying on the bed.

"Officials, I don't have any clothes to choose from, so I'll accompany the official at home." Zhang Hu actually wanted to go out and take a look, but her mother-in-law didn't leave, so how could she, a slut, speak out?

"Mom, you have also seen it. The child can only lie on the bed to rest. Are you all the same?" Zhang Yiguang smiled bitterly and pointed at his thighs tied with the splint. "It's better to go out with your wife to relax and take a look.

Whether the clothes fit well, I will also choose two sets for my father and child.”

His father had already gone out and was still walking in front of his children.

Of course, he was not trying to select food, but to help the government place goods and see if he could earn some change.

This is how poor a family is. You can only find ways to find money, even if it’s just a penny.

Zhang Wang looked at Zhang Yiguang's thigh carefully, then gently stroked the injured area, and sighed: "Darang, then you have to be careful and choose clothes for your mother and wife."

"Officials, then you have to be careful. But my wife and mother have received clothes, so you will naturally not have fewer." Zhang Hu hesitated and couldn't help but feel excited.

Zhang Yiguang's family was arguing about distributing food, and the senior executives of Zhangjiazhuang were even more arguing.

However, the debate is not about the issue of rice, but about the land.

As a big family, the Zhang family naturally has its own meeting hall.

The layout of Zhangjiazhuang's convention hall is similar to that of Xiejiazhuang, but relatively speaking, it is much simpler.

Although the center is the brand of Heaven, Earth, Lord, Parents and Teachers, there is only one incense burner on the incense table, and there is no carpet on the ground, and the house is almost half smaller.

Although the old patriarch Zhang Lichang has retreated, his prestige is still there and he will sit above him.

The two chiefs and deputy clan leaders, Zhang Hebin, sat tightly under him, and then there were other elders and elders in Zhangjiazhuang.

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Zhang Hebin coughed and, as the patriarch, took the lead in speaking: "The government wants to build yamen, schools, clinics, and refugee houses here. What do you think of the elders? You might as well mention it."

Ten elders looked at each other, and thought while drinking tea, but no one spoke.

"The government wants to buy land, how much do you think are suitable?" Seeing that no one spoke, Zhang Heqi broke the peace.

A man named Zhang Hejin was the first to speak in the elders: "Clan leader, I think that the price of land purchased by the government will definitely not be too high, and Zhangjiazhuang will definitely suffer. Let's do this, I suggest that the government will have ten acres and ten acres of refugees."

Zhang He is about fifty years old, with a small amount of gray hair, large bags of eyes, many wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and is not tall.

"No, the government is too small for ten acres. Think about the school, it costs almost ten acres." Zhang Heyuan shook his head, "I think the government should have twenty acres and twenty acres of refugees."

Zhang Hebei raised his head and smiled out of the corner of his mouth: "Everyone, Xiehe Pavilion was originally remote, and it was not very fertile and barren land. If the government had not come here, there would not be many people who would have a price of 100 cents.

When the government comes, the price will definitely rise. It is better to sell it to the government. The price is 3500 acres, and the government will give as much as it wants."

Zhang Hebei is about sixty years old, with a thin face, gray hair, a little old, but his eyes are bright and bright.

His words were obviously carefully considered and agreed by many people.

"I think 3500 cents is too little. If the government has money, it should be more expensive, at least one cent, or even two cents." Zhang Henan jumped out at this time.

Zhang Henan is in his early fifties, has little gray hair and no wrinkles, is of medium size and has a slender face.

Zhang Hexi was even more shocking and swearing, which made everyone frightened: "I think that I should be three stakes, no, five stakes per acre of land."

Zhang Hexi is just fifty years old, and his hair is not necessary to have gray hair. He is extremely thin, as if the wind can blow down.

But this is just a illusion. Those who know him know that this person is difficult to deal with.

Now, he immediately opened his mouth and saw that the government was going to build yamen and other buildings here.

In his opinion, it would be better to take this opportunity to wave your hoe and dig out the golden doll, that is, you just want to knock the official bamboo robbery.

"Cough cough, cough cough." Zhang Lichang's coughing sound came.

Although he was a little weak, he was well maintained and coughing rarely happened.

Of course, he was not sick and coughed, but was frightened by Zhang Hexi's speech.

When everyone heard the old patriarch's words, they stopped talking and turned their attention to Zhang Lichang.

Zhang Lichang swept his eyes over everyone, took a sip of tea, and put down the tea cup.

When everyone saw his action, they knew that he was going to speak.

Sure enough, Zhang Lichang said in a deep voice: "You think Xiejiazhuang is better or Zhaojiazhuang is better."

Hearing this, everyone present lowered their heads.

Xiejiazhuang is like an exquisite black and white ink painting, while Zhangjiazhuang is like a messy child’s graffiti, completely incomparable.

"Old patriarch, what does the land price have to do with good looks?" Zhang Hexi was not convinced at all and couldn't help asking.

Zhang Lichang smiled faintly: "Who said it doesn't matter? Zixi (Zhang Hexi), you think that the price of land in the county is more expensive, or the price of the countryside is more expensive."

"Old patriarch, that's all right. Of course, the county town is more expensive, so how can the countryside be compared with the county town?" Zhang Hexi rushed out without thinking.

A faint smile appeared on Zhang Lichang's face and asked calmly: "Zixi, then do you think which one is more like a county town or a countryside?"

"Old patriarch, of course Xiejiazhuang is more like a county town." Zhang Hexi smiled awkwardly, and his face suddenly turned into a pig's liver, but he reacted very quickly and immediately recalled, "But the government is going to build yamen and schools here, so it is not here.

Built across from the side.”

"Zixi, no one is sure that the government must build it here before construction starts." Zhang Lichang shook his head and sneered at the corner of his mouth, "You have raised the price too high, and the government may build it on the other party."

"This, this," Zhang Hexi stumbled and immediately fought back. "Old patriarch, if the government built it opposite, the price of Xiejiazhuang might be higher."

"Zi Xi, have you ever thought about it? If the government went to a more remote place to build it, wouldn't it cost less?" Zhang Lichang said with a faint smile on his face and he said calmly.

After saying that, Zhang Lichang sipped tea gently, and then stared at Zhang Hexi very calmly.

Zhang Hexi opened his mouth so hard that the boss was too big, and it turned out that there was a smile on his face immediately, as if he could stuff a duck egg into it.

The reason why he was able to raise prices was that the government had to build it in Zhangjiazhuang.

If the government did not build it in Zhangjiazhuang, which one could their land be sold to?

Since no one buys it, it is still the price that cannot be broken for thousands of years, about one hundred cents.

Zhang Li sighed very much, but he didn't expect that the people in Zhangjiazhuang would see the government building yamen here, and it seemed that the nouveau riche had floated up, even forgot the direction in the southeast, southwest and northwest.

Zhang Hexi thought about it, but in the end he was a little dissatisfied and said, "Old patriarch, isn't it better for the government to choose this place? Of course, the location here is better than other places."

Many people present nodded. It was because they saw this that they dared to raise the price.

Zhang Lichang glanced at the people present and shook his head. These people were more or less self-righteous and felt that the government must ask them.

"Zixi, do you want to do things? Is the government asking you or do you ask for the government?" Zhang Lichang asked in a sarcasm with a slight hint of laughter.

"This, this." Zhang Hexi thought for a while, and finally replied with a bitter smile, "Of course we are looking for the government."

"Since you are looking for the government office when doing business, there is no big impact on where the government is located. Anyway, you are looking for the government office." A narrow smile appeared on Zhang Lichang's face.

Zhang Hexi's expression suddenly became dull, but he quickly woke up.

His eyes turned and he immediately argued: "The old patriarch, I admit that I must find the government to do things, but this yamen cannot move back to Zhaojiazhuang Town."

After saying that, a confident smile appeared on his face.

"Zixi, have you ever thought about it? If the government built it in Hejiazhuang, Hejiazhuang is only three miles away." Zhang Lichang smiled and said lightly.

If we look at the direction of the Xie River, in the middle of Zhangjiazhuang, Xiejiazhuang is in the upper reaches, and Hejiazhuang is in the lower reaches.

The smile on Zhang Hexi's face had just bloomed and suddenly became dull: "This, this."
To be continued...