Journey to the West Bandits: The Poor Monk Just Wants to Be a Godfather

Chapter 283 The first director of Nanshan Cigarette Factory

After hearing Tang San's words, the villagers in Yejia Village present suddenly started whispering.

Although they have made some small money under the leadership of Ye Mansion over the years, the money has basically returned to Ye Mansion.

There are even many people who have an additional living expense since then, and that is buying cigarettes!

The old man who spoke at the beginning couldn't help but ask: "Holy monk, as the saying goes, food is the most important thing for the people. If you don't let me grow corn and wheat, what will we eat in the future?"

Tang Sanbian smiled and said: "From now on, you will follow my Third Master to do things, and Third Master will ensure that every one of your families will drink and eat meat from now on!"

“When will you become rich just by farming?”

"From today on, you guys will be planting tobacco leaves and cotton in Yinwu Mountain!"

"Tobacco and cotton?"

The common people in Yejia Village looked at each other in shock.

Although these two things are not unfamiliar to them, they are not necessities in life.

Even if it is sold in the market outside, it may not be enough to provide food and clothing for the family.

After all, in the mortal world at this time, the small-scale peasant economy still occupies an absolute mainstream position.

Only a very small number of people can make money by doing business.

If they are not allowed to grow wheat and corn for food, it is no different than killing them.

"This holy monk must not do it!"

"Although the Ye family has made money from cigarettes, we ordinary people just help with processing to earn some processing fees. It is absolutely impossible not to grow food on the ground!"

"When cotton and tobacco leaves are grown, let's not talk about whether they can be sold. Even if they are sold, they won't be able to get enough food!"

After all, these two things are, to put it bluntly, consumer goods for wealthy people.

Needless to say, France was destroyed around Hidden Mist Mountain. It was in chaos all year round, and the people didn't have much money. It would be nice to have a full stomach.

Very few can spend beyond daily necessities.

This is also the reason why the people of Ye Mansion have not expanded even though they have grasped the huge business opportunity of cigarettes.

So when they heard Tang San's words, many people immediately became anxious.

Tang Sanzong didn't explain much, but nodded towards his disciples.

Sun Xingzhe and Zhu Bajie immediately took out a large box from the Humvee and brought it to Tang San's funeral.

"Whoa!"

The box was opened, and inside were neatly arranged gold ingots.

A few brave villagers near the front stood on tiptoes to look inside the box, and their eyes suddenly froze.

"It's gold! So much gold?"

Not to mention them, even the leopard spirit had a flash of surprise in his eyes when he saw the box of gold buried by Tang San.

He has been selling tobacco here for so many years, but he has never made so much money!

Tang Sanzian explained: "I know that now that I am asking you to chop down wheat and corn to plant tobacco leaves and cotton, you have some concerns."

"In order to let everyone see my sincerity, Third Master, those who are willing to grow tobacco and cotton in their homes now should line up on the left, and those who are not willing should line up on the right!"

"State in advance that every household that is willing can receive a gold ingot!"

After hearing Tang San's words, the people of Yejia Village who were still hesitant at first seemed to have stirred up a hornet's nest, rushing to the left and lining up.

A gold ingot!
Almost a full ten taels of gold!
"Holy Monk, you won't regret it, right?"

"As long as we listen to you and plant tobacco leaves and cotton in the fields now, will you give us ten taels of gold?"

Others couldn't believe it.

It really sounds like a dream.

Tang Sanzian nodded seriously: "Third Master speaks with spit and nails!"

"These ten taels of gold can be used to buy the tobacco leaves and cotton grown on your land."

"Your tobacco leaves and cotton within two years from now will be provided to me free of charge. After two years, the output from the field will be purchased at market price. Do you have any objections?" "No objection, old man, I will take it first!"

After Tang Sanzian finished speaking, the old man who spoke first agreed directly.

"Folks, old man, I finally understand. The holy monk is the living Bodhisattva sent by God to save people in distress!"

The old man took a gold ingot from Tang Sanzong's hand with an excited look on his face, and his whole body twitched with excitement.

"Holy monk, this old man is the village chief of Yejia Village!"

"Prior to this, my village, Ye Family, has been oppressed by the people of the Ye Family. We originally thought that you would be the new owner of our village after you killed the people of the Ye Family."

"I didn't expect that not only did you not collect taxes from us, but you also gave us money. I...we have seen a living Bodhisattva today!"

"From now on, every household in our Yejia Village will worship Buddhism. Thank you for your great kindness!"

Hearing this, Tang Sanzan called him a good guy!

I will help you grow some good things and become rich.

You can repay kindness with me directly, right?
Tang Sanzun shook his head and said: "What kind of Buddhism are you worshiping?"

"Did Buddhism give you ideas or give you money?"

The old man said hurriedly: "But the holy monk is not giving us money..."

Tang San's face darkened: "Then it's the money I gave you. What does it have to do with Buddhism?"

"From now on you will grow tobacco and cotton here!"

"After the things are planted, you all send them here and let the little leopard get the money!"

After Tang San had finished speaking, he looked up at the plaque of Ye Mansion and frowned.

"Little monkey, this Ye Mansion doesn't sound like a good name, tear it down and replace it with another one!"

Sun Xingzhe nodded, flew forward and kicked the plaque into pieces.

"Master, what do you want to change? I will make a new one right away."

There isn't much else in this place, just a lot of rocks and trees.

Sun Xingzhe cast a little magic and made a new wordless plaque.

Tang Sanbian thought for a while and decided to transform this place into a processing factory for Nanshan brand cigarettes.

After all, Huabaojing is short of manpower. If the factory is located in Zheyue Lianlian Cave, it will be more difficult for the people of Yejia Village to go to work.

It is better to set up the factory here. The place is big enough and it is convenient for the people of Yejia Village to come here.

"Let's change it to Nanshan Cigarette Factory."

Sun Xingzhe immediately cast a spell and carved the five characters "Nanshan Cigarette Factory" on it.

"When Ye Man was here in the past, you all basically did the job of rolling cigarettes, right?"

The people in Yejia Village nodded.

"From now on this is the new cigarette factory, and you can still work here."

"Now I announce that Hua Baojing is the first director of Nanshan Cigarette Factory. Everyone is welcome!"

After the words fell, Tang Sanzian was the first to raise his hands and applaud, and several disciples also followed their master in applauding.

Hua Baojing said: "Thanks to the holy monk, I, Hua Bao, will be the first director of Nanshan Cigarette Factory. I hope everyone will cooperate with me in the future!"

"To show my sincerity, I announce that the money Ye Mansion paid you for working in the past will be doubled at my Nanshan Cigarette Factory!"

As soon as these words came out, the people in Yejia Village immediately started to applaud excitedly.

"The King of Nanshan is really a good man. Even though he is a monster, he is much better than those people in Ye Mansion!"

"Yes, I apologize for my previous prejudice against the demon clan!"

"Damn it, we were all deceived by Ye Mansion. The demon clan is the good man!"

(End of this chapter)