Martial Arts Master Travelled to Ancient Time and Farms

Two days later, the teaching of Hanxia Wuguan is basically on the right track.

This time, excluding those who were eliminated, Cheng Ling recruited a total of 28 martial arts disciples, all of whom were well-to-do teenagers on the streets near Dongcheng District.

Except for Yang Lin, the oldest, who is twenty years old this year, and the youngest, who is fourteen years old and named Xu Jun. His family's professional background is relatively uncommon. His father is actually an engraver in the printing workshop!

The rest of the disciples were basically fifteen or sixteen years old, no younger, and very few older.

The age of these people is so uniform, it's not that Cheng Ling has made any restrictions, it can only be said to be a coincidence for a reason.

Cheng Ling not only has no age limit, she also has no gender limit, but are there any girls to sign up? No, none at all.

Shi Hong took Yun Niang and finally moved out from Cheng's house.

He rented a small, single-family courtyard at the end of the same street as Cheng's house. The courtyard had five rooms in total. Fortunately, it was enough for him and Yunniang alone.

However, although he moved out, Shi Hong basically stayed in the martial arts hall with Yun Niang during the day.

Cheng Ling handed over all the bundles that he had collected to Shi Hong for accounting. Twenty-eight disciples, each with five hundred wen, a total of fourteen coins.

This money will be used to maintain the daily expenses of the martial arts hall. For example, the disciples have to eat lunch in the martial arts hall every day. The chief steward Hong Guangyi has a monthly salary, and the accountant and teacher Shi Hong also has a consistent salary. wages, etc.

Cheng Ling does not expect the martial arts hall to make a lot of money, but to maintain its healthy operation, at least the martial arts hall must be self-sufficient.

In addition, Cheng Dani and Cheng Erni were basically doing lunch for the martial arts disciples in the past two days, while Mu Sanniang was busy making green jackets for Cheng Ling's delivery team!

Cheng Ling saw it in his eyes and knew that the eldest sister was a very hard-working person. Although the second sister was a bit more outgoing and sometimes easy to yell, she was actually very hard-working and hard-working. Cheng Ling believed that the good years of the two sisters should not be spent in the kitchen.

She said to Mu Sanniang, "Auntie, let's invite a woman on the stove and go to the martial arts hall. We can't delay the two sisters like this anymore."

Mu Sanniang thought of a poor man, so she was worried at first: "Brother Ling, your martial arts hall has to be spent everywhere, can you maintain these bundles of repairs?"

Especially providing lunch for the disciples of the martial arts hall. Twenty-eight young men, a meal of food can make Mu Sanniang's eyes hurt. Mu Sanniang always feels that the money these people pay is just enough to eat. Let's have lunch.

Cheng Ling smiled and said, "Auntie, don't worry, I have other regulations."

Then invite a woman. If you only need to cook a lunch, it is not difficult to invite such a person.

Mu Sanniang recently hired people to make gowns among the neighbors, and she was familiar with the people nearby.

She said: "Just ask the old lady from the Su family across the street, two doors away from the Wu family, she is a clean person, her granddaughter can help with housework when she is older, and her two little grandsons are young, both with their mouths open. If she wants to eat, she also waits for the money. Three hundred yuan a month to hire her is enough."

Cheng Ling then asked Mu Sanniang about the situation of the neighbors.

Mu Sanniang was actually quite clear. She said, "The houses on both sides of our yard are fine. If there are shops in the city, or there is land outside the city."

He added: "We are neighbors to the east, his family has three sons, the eldest son works as a shopkeeper in a restaurant in Xicheng District, the second son manages more than 100 acres of land outside the city, and the third son actually works as a clerk in the army. It is not dangerous and has an official. Body, it's amazing."

Are the documents in the military the official body?

Cheng Ling has a deeper understanding of the various systems and common sense that he has seen around him in the past two days. He knows that this "official body" statement is probably wrong.

However, ordinary people feel that all official things are very mysterious and mysterious, and it is not surprising that they have misunderstood.

Mu Sanniang said, "His family has a very good life. The old lady is accompanied by a little maid. If you want to hire someone, like his family, I don't dare to mention it."

Cheng Ling suddenly said: "Does A-Niang envy her little maid? Then why don't I buy one for you too?"

Mu Sanniang hurriedly said: "I only have a few money at home, so my bones are light? If you know what's going on, just buy a maid? Linger, please stop now, this blessing can't be taken now!"

Cheng Ling: "Hahaha!" For some reason, seeing Mu Sanniang pooh so vividly, she laughed instead.

The mother and daughter talked for a while, Cheng Ling had a more specific understanding of the surrounding situation, and Mu Sanniang also knew what Cheng Ling was going to do next.

Mu Sanniang, a green gown, has already made thirty of them, using the most common coarse silk, but the silk alone cost twenty taels of silver. In addition to the five cents for a gown, it cost a total of 220,150 cents.

This Qian Chengling also shared the account with Mu Sanniang, she said: "The takeaway team must have a special account, this account is troublesome, please help me to keep it. Thirty-seven points."

Mu Sanniang pooh-pooh again: "Brother Ling, you support your family and save money for A-Niang. A-Niang is very happy. But if you can figure out everything with A-Niang, A-Niang will also get angry!"

Cheng Ling smiled and said, "Okay, you still have to have a separate copy of the account. A-niang, you manage the account. There is no wages, and the income... It's all mine."

She blinked at Mu Sanniang, and Mu Sanniang saw that she was rarely playful, and her eyes were full of smiles.

All the proceeds belong to Cheng Ling. Cheng Ling also gave her a large amount of household income. She and Dani Erni were also raised by Cheng Ling.

This youngest daughter seems to really regard herself as a boy, and she carries the burden of the entire family on herself without hesitation.

Mu Sanniang knew that she should be relieved, but vaguely, there was also a worry pressing down on her heart, which was difficult to shake off.

In the middle of the corner, about nine o'clock in the morning, when the sky was just right, Hong Feng brought a group of men in gray clothes with bunts, and came over to knock on the door of Hanxia Martial Arts Hall.

Cheng Ling received them in the small hall next to the concierge, and more than 20 people crowded the small hall all at once.

Most of these people are in their twenties or thirties, and they are all good workers in their normal years. Not to mention everyone is strong, but when such a group of people are crowded together, the male vision that hits the face is still very shocking.

Cheng Ling was thin and slender, in stark contrast to what these people should have been.

But when she appeared in front of the crowd with one of her disciples, more than 20 men actually bowed their waists unconsciously, closed their backs, and squeezed each other like quails. Only then did they dare to face Cheng Ling. .

This is the shadow of the famous tree of people, and the deterrence has been formed unconsciously.

Cheng Ling didn't talk nonsense, but said to Zhou Huai, who took the initiative to serve by his side: "Give the gowns to these brothers."

Zhou Huai was very attentive, and immediately came to share the gowns with a smile on his face.

The men received the jackets one after another, and then exclaimed one by one: "This is a silk jacket!"

"Silk? Really silk!"

"For us?"

"Oh my God, it's true! Is this... is this what a villain should wear?"

"My, my hand! No, my hand is too thick, I'm afraid it will scratch this gown!"

In the end, there was a voice that wanted to cry without tears: "I, mine have been scratched..."

The grievances, the heartache, it is simply unbearable!

The whole place was silent for a while.

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