In an instant, a bunch of things related to the tea industry appeared in Zhao Hao's mind.

He couldn't help swallowing his saliva. It was not for the virgin picking tea, but for the first time to bake his breasts, but for the better money! Well, serious face.

After a while, Zhao Hao broke free from his imagination and remembered that this time he came, not for the tea industry, but for the porcelain industry.

So he changed his subject and apologized to Lin Zhengying and said, "But don't worry, the old patriarch must be stable. A new tea must be produced stably, opened up the market, and gained a foothold to make a profit. Among them, it is impossible to have ten or eight years of pregnancy."

"Ah, so long?" Lin Zhengying's enthusiasm had just been ignited. He had to smile bitterly and said, "Don't be anxious, the young master will do it slowly."

"But I have an immediate effect and will immediately get rid of poverty and become rich by your tribe. Should the old patriarch listen?" Zhao Hao changed his mind again.

"Okay, okay, please speak for your words." Lin Zhengying ignited hope again. He liked such things that make money quickly, so it would not be easy to be fooled.

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Unlike what ordinary people imagine, the enclosure is not only not stuffy, but also quite cool. Sitting in the sky, I feel the wind in my armpits, making people sweat at all.

The explanation is based on science that the enclosure of high walls and the cover of huge eaves and gallery makes the sunshine time in the enclosure house less, and most of them are in shadows. In addition, the thick soil wall blocks the conduction of heat, making the inner courtyard and room very cool. Moreover, the narrow gate will form an alley wind, making the central hall facing the gate the coolest place in the whole building.

Mr. Zhao took advantage of the gentle breeze to express his intentions.

"I'm going to open a few kilns...the kind of porcelain burning. I heard that Feitianyan has high-quality porcelain clay ore, and I can buy it openly. I want as much as you have." Zhao Hao said, erecting a finger and said, "How about a stone of soil cost ten cents?"

"Wow..." All the tribe members who could understand the official language all exclaimed.

One stone is equal to two hu of water, and hu is the measuring instrument used by the government to collect tax grain. Because the Lin family has not paid the imperial grain for many years, they naturally don’t have that thing. But one hu is approximately equal to a vine basket they usually pick, so everyone knows it.

In other words, they can earn ten cents if they carry a load and two baskets of soil?

That's ten cents! You can buy four kilograms of rice for your family or buy salt for half a month!

During the slack season, when they went to Fenghuang Town to work hard for a day, the boss gave him ten cents! They were still very content.

Now you can make so much money by picking a trip to the ground?

"Young Master, where did you pick it up?" Lin Yichen was smart. He was worried that it would be too unprofitable if he transported it from the mountains to the city.

"You only need to transport it to the Phoenix Creek." Zhao Hao smiled and said, "I heard from Lao Gu that you are right by the Phoenix Creek and have built a wharf. Just send it there."

"Wow, I've got rich and made a fortune..." The mountain people cheered again, and it was only five miles from Feitianyan to Beiliao Pier. It would be no problem for them to travel back and forth ten or eight times a day.

Wouldn’t you earn a hundred cents that day? What else can you plant? You will never farm in this life!

If someone is smart, he thought that if he repairs the road and uses a wheelbarrow to transport soil, wouldn’t he be very generous? It would be no problem to earn five or six hundred yuan a day?

Even Lin Run felt that Zhao Hao was too generous and whispered to him that he didn't have to give himself face like this.

Mr. Zhao smiled and said nothing, looking generous and generous. In fact, he wanted to offer a price of ten cents per stone of soil, and then transport it to the dock for another five cents.

He had asked someone to do market research before and knew that this price was enough to make mountain villagers with low labor prices crazy.

Unexpectedly, they were already crazy after only ten cents were paid, so Mr. Zhao silently did not mention the shipping fee of five cents.

If you give fifteen ounces at a time, you can only make the mountain people happy once. If you give ten ounces first, then increase them to fifteen ounces in the future, you can make them happy twice.

Isn't this more meaningful? Well, more serious face.

But Zhao Hao's aftertaste noticed that although all the Hakka people in the sky were trapped in the dream of getting rich, only Lin Zhengying was not moved.

To be precise, after being moved, he quickly returned to calm, and his face became a little ugly.

"What?" Lin Run also noticed that Lin Zhengying seemed to have objections, so she asked, "Is there anything wrong?"

"When we return to our uncle, of course, we dream of living a good life without worrying about food and clothing. But the flying swallow... is our ancestral tomb." Lin Zhengying said with a grave grave: "The old saying goes, 'Don't move the ancestral tomb, and we will fail nine times in ten times'. At that time, Emperor Gaozu worked hard to choose such a Feng Shui treasure land for his descendants, so he can't move around casually."

"And the Feitianyan is sleeping for five generations of our tribe. How can we bear to dig graves and disturb our ancestors?" He said, "If this money could be made, we would have made it back then, and we would not have been poor until today."

As soon as this said, the sky was quiet. The restless tribe members were poured into cold water by their heads, and they were all wilted.

Zhao Hao looks at Lin Run, Zhongcheng, it depends on you. Isn’t it just to chew this hard bone with such a long preparation?

"So that's how it is." Lin Run nodded in understanding and then changed his tone: "But have you ever thought about it? Since it was the Feng Shui treasure land chosen by his ancestors, how could it make you five generations of people poor to this day?"

"This..." Lin Zhengying was speechless for a while, and after a while, he said: "It may be time not yet."

"No, the time is here, it's today!" Lin Run waved his hand decisively, then looked at Lin Zhengying and said, "You are so confused, Zhengying! I ask you, when did the porcelain clay mine berth be discovered?"

"About fifty or sixty years ago." Lin Zhengying said with some slight brilliance.

"In other words, when your Emperor Gaozu and my uncle selected the ancestral tomb, he didn't know that Feitianyan had a porcelain clay ore, right?" Lin Run asked.

"Of course." Lin Zhengying nodded.

"So, what Mr. Kanyu said about Feng Shui treasure land should be on this mine!" Lin Run said loudly in a very affirmative tone: "You can make a lot of money by digging out the soil! This flying swallow is a treasure pot!"

As he said that, he looked at everyone with a slight emotion and said in his local accent: "We Hakka people have suffered so much in the migrating, but when we arrived in Chaozhou, they can only live in the valleys of the 'seven mountains, two rivers and one branch of fields'. Year after year, they get up early and go to bed late, and work harder than anyone else, but they can't even make ends meet. It is the mercy of our ancestors who have found their ancestors' pity, and the real ancestral tombs are coming out!"

"Yes! That's right!" A group of Hakka people immediately responded loudly to this powerful Tai Shuzu. They suddenly felt that Tai Shuzu was better than the clan leader, and they could break the key points at a glance. No wonder Tai Shuzu could become the governor, and the clan leader could only be the clan leader for them in the valley!

"Class leader, just listen to the grand uncle's old man!" Everyone begged Lin Zhengying one after another. "Let us live a good life on porcelain clay. This is what our ancestors mean!"

"Ancestors don't want us to be poor! Isn't it just to let future generations enjoy the blessings!"

"We made money by mining, so we found another Feng Shui treasure land, built large tombs for our ancestors, and brought stone men and horses to enjoy the happiness of our ancestors!" The loud voices became louder and louder. The noisy scene made the old patriarch who had always been extremely strict, and the only one who spoke was unfamiliar with him.

"It's all quiet, why bother?" The old patriarch pestled heavily with a cane, and his voice was very stern. He subconsciously wanted to refuse this matter, as if as long as he nodded, his own era would completely pass.

The accumulated power over the past few decades immediately shocked everyone. The sky became silent again.

Then Lin Zhengying pointed to the archway outside the enclosure and said, "Don't forget that you get rich when you hear that you are rich. Don't forget that we are the Lin family of Jiumu Liufang! The ancestors were able to shine on their family by studying and being officials! They did not rely on business to get rich! No matter how rich those who do business are, they cannot be respected by others, and they cannot be remembered forever!"

Seeing that his tribe members lowered their heads, Lin Zhengying secretly breathed a sigh of relief, then changed his tone and said politely to Lin Run: "Uncle doesn't know anything. The Feng Shui master who chose the land for Emperor Gaozu said it very clearly. The flying swallow's appearance is the victory, and the master's descendants are in a general and prime minister, which is completely different from the saying of making money!"

"You fool! I'm standing and replying!" Lin Run couldn't help but slammed the table hard. The governor was playing a relative recognition scene with you, but he didn't feel happy to leave it there. He really didn't know how to be polite!

Seeing that his uncle got angry, Lin Zhengying was so scared that he quickly stood up. Then he remembered that the other party was still the governor of Guangdong.

"I'll ask you, over the past hundred years, how many juren and how many jinshi have been produced in the clan?!" Lin Run asked with a dark face.

"Oh..." Lin Zhengying shook his head dejectedly, "No one has ever been released. The last scholar was sixty years ago."

"Then why is the feng shui of this 'Flying Swallow' not working?" Lin Run sneered.

"The crux of the matter is still on the damn porcelain clay mine." Lin Zhengying sighed: "After discovering this mine, the big dogs in Fucheng wanted to buy the Feitianyan, but after my grandfather refused, he changed to rob. As a result, after several fights, they all returned home in a big defeat, and many people died. Then, in order to vent their hatred, they colluded with the dog officials in Fucheng and used the excuse to eliminate all the Lin family members who were studying in the county school and drove them out of Fucheng."

"Sixty years after that, the Fuxue County School will not allow our Lin clan to take the test." He gritted his teeth with hatred, "This has delayed generations of talents in the clan."

"If Chaozhou Prefecture lets us take the exam, we won't have zero results in both consecutive subjects!" Lin Yichen also said angrily: "It is because we Hakka people are so good at studying that they squeezed us out on excuses!"

However, this statement is difficult to arouse empathy among the tribe. Being isolated outside the imperial examination gate for sixty years has a huge blow to the cultural and educational cause of the Lin clan. Although the clan studies have been retained because of the tradition of farming and studying and passing on family traditions, there is no way out for the imperial examination, so the tribesmen have learned to be able to read and settle accounts.

By this time, there were no more serious scholars in Daliao...
Chapter completed!