Chapter 20: Killing the Goose to Get the Eggs

"For example, if it's five cash per day now, in the future it might be ten cash per day, or even more!As soon as he said that, the villagers nodded their heads in agreement, their eyes shining with ex...As soon as Yang Lin said this, everyone around him was stunned.

Even Li Yuyue, who had been frowning all along, looked at Yang Lin in surprise.

She, like Yang Lin, would absolutely not accept such a humiliating collaboration.

She wasn't speaking; she was thinking, trying to figure out if there was any other way to solve this.

It's a pity, I thought about it for a long time but couldn't come up with any good solutions. This made Li Yuyao once again feel the hardship of the common people!

A family like the Zhou's, nothing more than petty officials in a county town, not even holding an official position, yet they could act so arrogantly and tyrannically.

In the past, to eliminate such a wastrel, even wiping out his entire family wouldn't have been difficult; it would only take a single word.

And now, stripped of her royal status, reduced to an ordinary person, she feels powerless and even hopeless!

Therefore, when he heard Yang Lin say that Zhou Zhengyang had already thought of a way before he arrived, he couldn't help but be surprised.

Not only was he surprised that Yang Lin could come up with a way out in this completely unequal battle of strength, but also how he would manage to do so.

I am even more amazed by Yang Lin's foresight!

Everyone stared intently at Yang Lin, eager to hear what plan he had.

Amidst all eyes, Yang Lin reached into his pocket instinctively to find a cigarette, but of course, there was none.

He touched his nose and smiled, "Don't all look at me like that."

"Well, I do have a way, but I can't tell you about it right now."

But everyone please rest assured, Yang Lin promises what he says, I assure you all that the Tofu Workshop will continue to operate, and in the future, you can still come here to work, and the wages remain unchanged.

And...

I'm planning to build a house, so I need more laborers. When you go back, please ask around if anyone is willing to work for me here. The pay is still five cash per day, and after working for three months, it will be ten cash per day!

When Yang Lin finished speaking, the scene immediately erupted in chaos.

All the women stared at Yang Lin in astonishment, their expressions strange.

More than twenty people, a day's wages, is already over one hundred wen.

In this situation, would the tofu workshop keep operating And would they even continue to hire workers to build houses

The one hundred taels of silver earned had already been spent quite a bit, Yang Lin generously lent out many more. Now, the one hundred taels of silver is almost gone.

How many more days can we hold out like this

The villagers were in an uproar, while the women all looked worried and troubled.

They truly don't know where Yang Lin gets his confidence from.

"Well... Nephew, I'll pass on the tofu today. Farewell!"

Zhao Ji didn't have time to say much, so he turned and ran away.

Compared to Yang Lin, such a "greenhorn," Zhao Ji understands the rules of the game better.

He's just a landowner in the village, and he doesn't want to cause trouble or get involved with the Zhou family.

"Uh oh..."

Zhao Fu貴, seeing this, slapped his thigh again.

"Finished, now the 200 yuan tofu order is gone too."

Zhao Fuguai felt sorry for Yang Lin.

Yang Lin said, "Someday, he will regret this decision today."

"Well, I told you so! You were way too reckless today!"

Zhao Fuguai spoke earnestly.

"Uncle Three, do you believe me"

"I..."

Zhao Fuguang wanted to speak but stopped himself.

He really wanted to help Yang Lin, but he also didn't want to offend the Zhou family by doing so.

"Third Uncle, let's speak over here." "My ladies, please come over as well."

Taking Zhao Fugu to a secluded spot, Yang Lin spoke directly: "To be honest, I don't care about the threat from the Zhou family."

"But I need Uncle Three to do me a favor. Don't worry, I won't put you at odds with the Zhou family. I just want to know which powerful families in the county seat are comparable to the Zhou family or even surpass them."

Zhou Zhengyang's father is just a chief clerk in the county jail.

Within the county, there were truly only three officials of distinction.

The magistrate, the deputy magistrate, and the county lieutenant.

The county magistrate is the top official, generally of the seventh rank.

The County Magistrate and the County Lieutenant are both deputies to the County Magistrate. One is in charge of all county affairs, and the other is in charge of arresting and apprehending criminals.

The county magistrate was Zhou Zhengyang's father's superior.

And Zhao Fugui's cousin, was the county magistrate of Jianghe County.

In terms of position, the county magistrate is slightly higher than the county lieutenant.

So, the Zhou family wasn't really a powerful clan, but their audacity was blatant. It showed that in this small Jianghe County, with all sorts of people mixed together, it was impossible for the Zhou family to dominate everything single-handedly.

Hearing Yang Lin's question, Zhao Fu貴 also let out a breath of relief.

"This is easy to say, for the large families in the county towns, I do know some. Besides the Zhou family, there are also the Zhao family, Liu family, Li family and Zhang family, Wu family, and Zheng family, a total of eight families, known as the Eight Great Families."

Among them, the two Zhao families and the Wu family wielded more power than the Zhou family.

"The Wu family is the family of the County magistrate, and there are two Zhao families. One is my relative, the county clerk's family, and the other is the family of the County lieutenant. Although we all share the surname Zhao, we are not related."

After finishing his account of these families, Zhao Fugui asked in a puzzled tone, "What are you planning to do"

Yang Lin pondered for a moment, nodded slightly, and said with a smile, "Didn't Young Master Zhou say that from now on, we wouldn't be able to sell even a piece of tofu"

"Okay, starting today, we're not selling tofu anymore."

The crowd was astonished once again.

Yang Lin heard how powerful the Zhou family was, and compromised

If you can just swallow your pride, why make things this way To endure and remain silent is like drinking the penalty wine when you don't want to drink!

Zhao Fuguai wanted to ask further, but Yang Lin continued, "Uncle Three, from today onwards, I want to teach others how to make tofu. Anyone who wants to learn can come, and I'll only charge one copper coin."

Yang Lin extended a finger.

"What"

Zhao Fugui widened his eyes: "You're going to spread this immortal secret technique Oh no, absolutely not! Such a good money-making method, if others knew about it, it would be a shame!"

The women were all astonished and nodded in agreement.

"Husband, how about we move We could go somewhere else and make tofu."

"Yes, yes! We can make tofu, and we can make money wherever we go!"

"If this method were to get out, it would be like killing the goose that lays the golden eggs."

The women kept reminding Yang Lin.

But Li Yuyao seemed pensive.

Because she remembered, yesterday Yang Lin had told her that he wasn't worried about people learning how to make tofu.

Even, he seems to also want to let tofu spread…

"I've already thought it through."

Yang Lin said without hesitation: "Starting from our village, if anyone is willing to learn how to make tofu, feel free to come. All it takes is one copper coin!"

Zhao Fugui seemed to have thought of something, sighed, and nodded: "This is not in vain for a way. Although it's a bit less than one penny, it's still a livelihood."

Even if the Zhou family is powerful and can prevent others from buying your tofu, they can't stop others from making their own tofu to sell.

"That being the case, the Zhou family now holds the secret to making tofu, but it's a pity nonetheless."

Yang Lin smiled and didn't explain anything.

Li Yuxiang suddenly understood, and couldn't help but gasp!ho was still recovering from his injuries, heard the news and feebly followed the crowd out of the village...Even a child of six or seven years old, right now, is shouting and running towards the outs...