Reborn Regent of Ming Dynasty

Chapter 170 Eight Prospects

Lin Wenyuan's salary is enough for a guerrilla to get the benefit of a year's shortfall, and it's more than that.

Team officers are rewarded, it doesn't matter how much, it depends on each person's performance, as long as they are on the pass line, they will be rewarded according to their performance.

Zhang Shouren didn't say clearly how much the reward would be, but the team officers knew in their hearts that with Zhang Shouren's handwriting, the figure probably wouldn't be less than one or two hundred taels.

A level-30 guerrilla general, even if he is a general in western Liaoning, earning a few thousand silver a year is not bad.Guerrilla generals like Kong Youde, who were poor before the age of [-] and couldn't even get a wife, were everywhere in Ming Dynasty. [

Such a salary standard is enough for more than [-]% of the generals in the world to sell their loyalty to Zhang Shouren.

The old man of the Lin family returned to his old hobbies, of course, because his son's income would no longer be poor.Although the eaves are slipping in the Ming Dynasty, that is only known to the scholar-bureaucrats and high-ranking people. In the eyes of Mr. Lin in front of him, the Ming Dynasty is still prosperous and the people are peaceful, and the world is prosperous. How else can this Fushan be like it is now?

Both the son and the son-in-law are military officers of the Ming Dynasty, especially the son-in-law, who is already in a high position, and hereditary succession is a matter of commanding him. In the future, if he has a grandson, he will be rich for generations, and he will definitely support the descendants of the Lin family. It is also to preserve wealth and wealth for generations.

"I haven't smelled this smell for a long time..."

Contrary to the expectations of those present, Zhang Shouren did not refuse the father-in-law's kindness, took the newly lit cigarette pot from the other party, and took a deep breath of the cigarette in his mouth.

"Uh, Shouren, this thing is choking."

The father-in-law was taken aback, thinking that his son-in-law didn't know how powerful this thing was, so he quickly reminded him.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Shouren seemed to be enjoying himself extremely. He took a deep breath, and it took him a long time to spit it out slowly.At the same time of spitting out, it seemed as if all the limbs were brisk, and every pore let out a comfortable moan.

"Shouren, have you smoked before? At your age, shouldn't you?"

There are also quite a few people smoking in the Denglai area, but there are more people in the coastal areas on the Dengzhou side, and less on the Laizhou side.There are few tobacco seeds, and there are few people who grow them. Lao Lintou managed to get a little bit of it. He opened half an acre of land and planted it all. The tobacco was planted in April and harvested in early July. After drying, it is soft, dry and yellow. , is suitable for smoking.

"The taste is mediocre."

Zhang Shouren commented with a smile, returned the smoke pot to his father-in-law, and said with a smile: "When I was in Dengzhou, an official smoked this, and I learned from him for two days."

"I see. Shouren, this stuff is very refreshing, why don't I send you a few catties and you smoke it first."

"Father, I'm not welcome, I'll take it back in a while."

Zhang Shouren was a standard smoker in later generations. After reincarnation, although this person has no physical addiction, the psychological addiction is not easy to quit. These days, even if he has been working, he has no time for personal enjoyment. The demand for cigarettes is even greater than that of later generations.

He also thought about sending people to Liaodong to find some, or to Dengzhou to find them, but when he thought about sending people out for such personal pleasure, the impact would be really bad, so he just endured it.

Now my father-in-law has it here, of course it is the best.

"Is there a smoking pot?"

"That's not necessary, just roll it with paper, it's more convenient than a smoking pot." [

"Hey, can you still use paper? Can you use yellow paper?"