My father Zhu Gaoxu

Chapter 845 Farming and doing business

"It's time to eat!"

With Gouzi's shout, all the cabins opened one after another, and hundreds of people rushed onto the deck. Everyone could receive their own lunch.

Although we were on the boat, Gouzi tried his best to prepare some hot food for everyone. For example, today's lunch was a bowl of hot soup and a piece of flatbread, and there was also a bottle of canned fish for each person.

"Gouzi, think about it, when we were escaping before, a group of people shared two bottles of canned food, but now that we are on the ship, we eat canned food almost every day. Now we are a little tired of it."

The oldest third uncle said to Gouzi with a smile.

"What Third Uncle said is that the biggest problem when running a boat is eating. No matter how delicious the food is, you will get tired of it if you eat it every day!"

Gouzi also replied with a smile, because all the people on the boat were acquaintances from the village, so Gouzi had a lot less trouble on this boat, and it was easy to manage at ordinary times. For example, the third uncle, who was the oldest in the family, sometimes spoke louder than Gouzi. Whatever the captain says will apply.

"Third uncle, just be content. I heard Gouzi say that when there were no canned food in the past, they had to eat dry food while running the boat. Sometimes the water was broken and they could only drink smelly water. In contrast, we can eat these. It’s quite difficult.”

Uncle Qi also came over and said with a smile.

"That's right, third uncle, if you get tired of eating canned food, how about you give it to me? I'll give you dry food in exchange!"

At this time, the tall Zhuzhu also smiled and helped.

"Bah, you think so well, one can is not enough for me to eat, so you should go ahead and eat your own!"

When the third uncle heard this, he stuffed the canned food into his arms. After all, although he was old, he was not an old fool. No matter how unpalatable the canned food was, it was still better than dry food.

Seeing the stingy look of the third uncle, a group of people around him burst out laughing, and the atmosphere seemed very harmonious.

"Gouzi, we have been away from Guangzhou for so long, how far are we from Dahan?"

At this time, Uncle Qi suddenly asked Gouzi. This question also brought out the thoughts of other people, who all raised their heads and looked at Gouzi.

"Uncle Qi, we passed the Malacca Port half a month ago, which means we are more than half way there. According to my estimate, we should be able to reach Dahan in about ten days."

Before Gouzi could speak, the pillar next to him answered first.

"Yes, we are going to Chennai Port this time, so it is much closer. If we go to Beizheng Port like before, we will probably have to walk for half a month longer."

Gouzi also added on the side.

When they were in Guangzhou before, Gouzi thought they were going directly to Beizheng Port like before, but when they passed through Manlajia Port, they were told that they, the victims, would be sent to Chennai Port, which was a newly opened port on the east coast of the Han Dynasty. A port dedicated to resettling immigrants.

"Ten days? That's great. I heard that when we get to Dahan, we will be allocated fields, and even cattle and farm tools. With these, we can farm in peace and peace of mind, and we will not have to worry about it in the future. There’s no food to eat!”

The third uncle next to him couldn't help but said excitedly when he heard this.

"Third uncle, you can only make ends meet just by farming. If you want to get rich, you have to do business like Gouzi Ge!" Unexpectedly, Zhu Zhu would refute the third uncle's fairness at this time.

"What do you know? Although doing business can make money, the risks are also high. It's not like farming. As long as we don't encounter locust plagues like our hometown, we don't have to worry about no harvest."

The third uncle taught him a serious lesson. For people of his age, fields are the foundation of everything. Therefore, he was naturally very repelled by Zhu Zhu's idea of ​​not wanting to farm but just doing business.

"Third uncle, you don't have to farm the land yourself. At worst, you can just hire a few natives and let them take care of the fields."

Zhuzi replied nonchalantly, in fact, after arriving in Dahan, he was assigned dozens of acres of land, and even hired some natives to take care of it, including Gouzi and others.

"Turkish people? They don't know anything about farming. They will only waste the fields. We still have to rely on ourselves to farm the fields!"

The third uncle taught him an unconvinced lesson.

Zhuzi was about to say something more, but Gouzi interrupted: "What Third Uncle said makes sense. Zhuzi is young and ignorant. When he becomes a man in the future, he should listen to you more!"

As Gouzi spoke, he winked at Zhuzi. After all, the third uncle was old and good-looking, so there was no need for juniors like him to argue with him.

Although Zhu Zhu was not convinced, he had no choice but to keep his mouth shut.

"Gouzi, if you just farm, can you feed your family?"

At this time, Uncle Qi also asked curiously.

When they were in the Ming Dynasty, even if they had a few acres of land, after excluding taxes from the annual harvest, it was very difficult to fill their stomachs, not to mention that some people could only rent other people's land, and even more after paying the rent. Not much left.

"Uncle Qi, don't worry about this. The land tax of the Han Dynasty is not high, and everyone has dozens of acres of land. Even if you grow something casually, you will not be hungry all year round. If you want to do some small business, then The money will come in faster.”

Gouzi told the truth.

In fact, in the Han Dynasty, although there are many people like him who specialize in business, they focus more on farming. After all, they all moved from the Ming Dynasty. Many people have a great obsession with land, just like the seventh uncle. Similarly, even if you die of poverty, you still have to farm, not to mention that farming in Han Dynasty is not poor. If you are smarter, hire more natives, and rent places that others are not willing to farm, your income will be even higher.

"I feel relieved because of your words. Your eldest brother has a solid heart and is not a businessman. Let him farm with me. But your second brother is smarter. He has done small business for a few days before. When he becomes a big man, , let him do business with you, so that you can be taken care of when you go to sea."

Uncle Qi also sighed after hearing this, and then told him about his arrangements for his two sons. He had been thinking about this since he got on the ship.

"No problem, the second brother is a businessman. I will teach him for a while first. As long as there are no problems, I can arrange for him to be a manager. If he wants to do business alone in the future, I will never stop him!"

Gouzi sincerely patted his chest and promised that doing business cannot be done alone. It is best to form a clique and help each other. Along the way, Gouzi felt that no one around him could help him. Himself, so he has long wanted to bring out these people from his hometown, and then set up a hometown association. If everyone does business together, then there will be no need to worry about no business.

The immigration fleet moved forward. This time, it did not need to go to Beizheng Port or Lion Port. Instead, it headed directly towards the port of Chennai. After ten days of sailing, the port of Chennai finally appeared on the sea ahead. .

(End of this chapter)