After two days of fruitless searching, by noon of this day, Tong Sanlang awoke.
Qiao Xiaomai brought him a bowl of stewed loach soup.
As he sipped the soup slowly, he listened to Qiao Xiaomai recount the events of the past few days. Unable to help herself, she sighed, "Why don't we just shift the fields from other places here? That way, we won't have to run around when it's time to work."
If they couldn't buy land, they would integrate the entire five hundred acres into the manor here.
The fields in other places were all top-quality, so people would definitely agree to exchange them for the medium-quality fields here.
"No need," Tong Sanlang swallowed a piece of loach meat and said, "Tell them that after they sell their wheat fields to us, they can come work at our place, as permanent laborers. We'll give them six taels of silver per month, including food but not lodging."
Six taels of silver, which converted to two hundred copper coins a day.
