Farmer Fubo is open for business

Before Song Sanshun entered the house, he was stopped by the clan leader:

"Sanshun, the county magistrate came to our village today and wants to see you. How about you go and take a look now?"

Song Sanshun was surprised, looked around and asked, "Where is the county magistrate?"

"They live in Huaishu Village, I will take you there." After the patriarch said, he asked Song Sanshun to take the tools he carried home, and then led him to Huaishu Village.

Huaishu Village is less than a mile away from their village, and the two of them walked for a while and arrived.

The place where the county magistrate and his party lived was actually the old house of a country squire. After the death of the old country squire and his wife, his son who was doing business in the county town sold the house.

At this time, the county magistrate was sitting in the courtyard drinking tea, and several government servants were cooking in the kitchen.

"The common people have seen you, sir." Song Sanshun knelt down and kowtowed to the county magistrate.

Magistrate Zhao: "Without courtesy, get up and answer the question."

Song Sanshun then stood up and stood respectfully with his hands down.

"I heard that you are very good at digging wells, so I wanted to ask, how do you dig out the water from the pond?"

Magistrate Zhao looked at the young man in front of him: he was twenty-two or three years old. Although he was lean, his eyes were clear and he was upright.

"Sir, ordinary people can't tell. They only rely on their own feelings when digging wells and canals." Song Sanshun lowered his eyes and said.

Magistrate Zhao stroked his beard and thought for a moment, then said, "I would like to invite you to see the reservoir over there in the county. Are you willing?"

Song Sanshun was troubled.

But the county magistrate has already spoken, how dare he not go? "The common people are naturally willing."

Magistrate Zhao said: "There is a severe drought at the moment. It has not rained for two consecutive years. Many people in our county are unable to eat. If the drought continues, the consequences will be disastrous.

Since you have such ability, if you can find the source of water for the reservoir and benefit the people, I will definitely report the truth to Mr. Futai and ask for your credit. "

Song Sanshun didn't dare to answer.

It was entirely his niece's credit that he could make the pond water, but how could he tell outsiders?

Do we need to bury clay statues all over the reservoir in full view of everyone? He really didn't dare think about the consequences if his niece's abilities were exposed.

Seeing that the young man had been silent, the county magistrate knew that his expectations were too high and frightened him, so he comforted him: "You don't have to be nervous, it doesn't matter even if you can't find it. When the time comes, we will help build more wells in villages that are short of water." It’s the same thing, it’s always a good thing for the country and the people.”

Song Sanshun's mouth twitched and he said dullly: "The common people have to pay for digging wells."

He didn't want to be recruited by the county government to help people dig wells for free.

The county magistrate was startled, thinking that Song Sanshun said that he would charge money for finding water sources for the reservoir, and he couldn't help but sink his face.

But the matter is too big to allow me to take it lightly.

"In that case, how much do you want to charge?" Magistrate Zhao asked.

Song Sanshun was at a loss. He didn't know what the county magistrate was asking.

The clan leader understood and quickly reminded him: "My lord, I asked you how much it would cost to find water for the reservoir."

Song Sanshun's heart was beating wildly, and he finally gritted his teeth and said, "Two hundred strings!"

I know that the reservoir in the county town is very big, because it was the villagers who dug it.

If you were to bury clay statues everywhere, you would have to bring a hundred of them, right?

One hundred clay statues, calculated as five hundred coins each, would equal fifty strings.

Well, it doesn't seem to work that way. You only need one clay statue to dig a well, but you can get thirty strings.

However, Song Sanshun didn't dare to open his mouth to the county magistrate, Mr. Shizi. He asked for two hundred guans, and he was already putting his head on his waistband.

"Bold!" Xue Huang, the bitch, shouted: "You, a pariah, can do things for the yamen. You are promoted by adults. How dare you ask for money?"

Song Sanshun was so frightened that his legs were crumbling, and he fell to his knees: "The common people have no choice but to ask for money, because finding water sources also requires a lot of items, and the common people cannot afford to pay that expense."

The county magistrate waved his hand towards Xue Huang and asked Song Sanshun, "What do you want?"

Song Sanshun swallowed his saliva and whispered: "I want the statue of the Dragon King that has been illuminated by Xiangyun Temple."

Magistrate Zhao frowned: "The Dragon King statue in Xiangyun Temple? Where is that Taoist temple?"

Song Sanshun answered honestly: "In Tieniu Town."

The clan leader was quick-sighted and slapped his thigh: "No wonder, it turns out that the clay statues of Xiangyun Temple used by your boy to dig wells are all there."

Magistrate Zhao was silent for a moment, then turned to ask Xue Huang: "Do you know the Xiangyun Temple in Tieniu Town?"

Of course Xue Huang knew. He even went to Xiangyun Temple to ask for a clay statue from the bald man, and he actually asked him for fifty guan.

But the clay statue was really effective. He casually asked someone to dig a well on Zhuangzi, and water came out.

"Xiaguan knows that there is indeed a Xiangyun Temple in Tieniu Town, but the supply of clay statues there exceeds demand, so you have to make an appointment to get one." In fact, it is useless to make an appointment. If you don't have enough money, you will never be able to get a place.

The county magistrate stroked his beard and thought.

Compared with temples or Taoist temples, it is more cost-effective to use Song Sanshun, because a ritual can cost more than 200 guan.

Since the beginning of the drought, I have participated in no fewer than ten rituals to offer sacrifices to gods and pray for rain. The results were of no use and cost me a lot of incense money.

"In that case, two hundred guan will be two hundred guan. When are you going to survey the reservoir?" Magistrate Zhao asked.

Song Sanshun lowered his head and thought for a while, then said, "In five days, I will go directly with my things."

Magistrate Zhao nodded: "I will also be there at that time." After a pause, he asked: "Do you need help?"

Song Sanshun: "I will bring a few helpers." He was afraid that the elder would not give him the money afterwards, and he was also afraid that bringing the two hundred strings would be too conspicuous, so he wanted to bring all the people from the Well Drilling Society.

"Okay, I know." Magistrate Zhao said again, "You can go back."

Song Sanshun bowed to the county magistrate and left the courtyard.

The clan leader also said goodbye and went home with Song Sanshun.

Halfway through, the clan leader sighed: "Sanshun, you don't have to hide it. In fact, I know that you use the clay statues made by Chang'an every time you dig a well."

Although Song Sanshun was shocked, there was no emotion on his face.

He often walks by the river, and there is no one who doesn't get his feet wet. He has already prepared a way to deal with it.

"As you just said, the clay statues used to pray for water are all sanctified by Xiangyun Temple. From now on, you can tell others this way." The clan leader whispered.

"Yeah." Song Sanshun responded.

He had already told the members of the Well Drilling Club this, and they all believed it.

It's just a pain for my little niece. She has to use molds to make more than ten clay statues every day, and others can't help, otherwise it won't be effective.

However, he also saved a large dowry for his little niece and left it to her to manage when she grows up.

The two of them walked to a fork in the road, and the clan leader said to Song Sanshun: "Go back and have a good rest. You have to dig a well tomorrow. Chang'an and your wife are being protected by the clan members, so you don't have to worry."

In fact, the clan leader wants to tell Song Sanshun that even if he does something shocking, as long as he is not treason, the Song family will take care of it for him and will advance and retreat with him.

Song Sanshun clasped his fists at the patriarch: "Thank you very much, uncle."

He is not stupid and naturally knows what the uncle means.

He brings the whole clan to make money, perhaps because he hopes that the clan will prosper.

Only when the clan gradually grows stronger will no one dare to bully them.

(First update, my dears, take a rest early, and wish you all a Happy New Year!) (End of this chapter)