You are my golden finger

Chapter 167 The Stone Nest is boiling again (1)

At this time, the third grandmother settled the family affairs and brought Daya to the house. Daya was already twelve years old. Although her appearance was not particularly outstanding, she had begun to grow up and had a delicate face and a graceful figure.

"Third Aunt, Daya, let's have breakfast together." Lin Xijin greeted the two.

"Jin'er, Daya and I came here after we had our fill. And now Daya has something she wants to ask you, so she came here." Grandma San was also straightforward and spoke her mind.

"Oh? Daya, if you have anything to say, talk to your sister."

"Sister Jin, I heard from Uncle Mu Xiong that you opened a medical school in Kyoto. I also want to study medicine with you. Is that okay?" Daya asked bravely.

"Studying medicine is very hard. You have to deal with patients all day long, and sometimes there's blood. Are you afraid?" Lin Xijin wanted to test her determination.

"Sister Jin, I'm not afraid. I will study hard." Daya had obviously thought about it already.

"Third Aunt, I heard that Erhu went to Qingsong College to study. What are your plans now that Daya is gone? How about going to Kyoto with him?" Lin Xijin was worried about Third Aunt.

"I am still strong now, and I will take care of these two children at home for another two years. I will make plans when I can no longer work." Grandma San is as hardworking as a rural person. Even at her age, she is still planning for her grandchildren.

The clan leader and elders also agreed with what Third Grandma said, saying that she would be blessed in the future. After a few more years of hard work, when Daya and Erhu became successful, she would be able to enjoy a good life. Maybe she could even live in Kyoto in the future.

Grandma San wiped her tears, but her face was full of wrinkles when she smiled.

Lin Xijin asked Daya to ask if there were any other girls of her age in the village who wanted to study medicine. If they wanted to go, they could follow the convoy to Beijing.

"My girl is clamoring to go too." The clan leader was listening and interrupting.

"How old is Niu'er?" Niu'er is Xingcheng's younger sister, probably younger than Daya.

"She's already twelve years old after the Chinese New Year, a few months younger than Daya." The clan leader explained.

"As long as the children in the village can read and write and have thought it through, it's fine for any of them to go." Lin Xijin took the opportunity to express her concerns, "But all the men in the village have gone out to work, and the child is leaving with me. Will the aunts blame me? I feel a little sad."

"Who dares? I'll divorce her!"

"Who dares? I'll kick her out of the village!"

The words of the clan leader and the village head rang out at the same time, expressing their determination to protect Lin Xijin. The clan elders echoed one after another.

"Let's get the villagers together at noon tomorrow. After a while, I will let the migrant workers take turns to rest so that they can come back and have a rest."

"That's great!" The old men got the news they wanted and left satisfied.

When Uncle Mu Xiong heard the letter coming in, he had originally planned to leave, but he had to postpone his departure for two days. He rode his horse to the county to inform the county magistrate and the head of the city government.

"Butler, please arrange people to transport the necessary ingredients to the ancestral hall. Try to deliver as many as possible." Lin Xijin ordered.

"Yes. Master, everything has been arranged."

The same was true for the families of the village head and the clan leader. At the moment, the food was abundant and enough for two meals, so they decided to continue having dinner in the evening.

As the head of the village, clan leaders and elders returned, all kinds of news spread, and the women in Shiziwo could no longer sit still and became excited.

"Haha, Jin'er is back. We'll have another big dinner tomorrow."

"Aunt, your daughter Lan is thirteen years old this year, right? Do you want her to study medicine at Kyoto Medical College?"

"Go, of course. Let her go with you to have a good future. She doesn't have to dig in the dirt for food like us all our lives. If it weren't for Jin'er, we wouldn't even have a full stomach today!" This aunt has a very thorough understanding of the problem.

"Is that what Jin'er said? Let the men take turns to rest? Then my Shitou's father can come back after a while."

Some aunts seemed unable to believe it and even came to Lin Xijin's house with baskets and gifts to confirm various news. Only after getting the confirmation did they return home contentedly with the gifts in return.

The servants of Lin Xijin's family were happy, the villagers of Shiziwo were looking forward to it, and the whole village was filled with a peaceful and festive atmosphere.

In the evening, the housekeeper brought this year's tax account book. This year was the first year for Qingyuan County to collect taxes after two years of tax exemption. Whether it was fields, land, or ponds, no matter what was planted or raised, a 10% tax rate was imposed, which was currently the lowest in the country.

These taxes were still collected by people sent by Qingyuan County Government, and Lin Xijin returned 30% of the office expenses to the county government.

This was like a pie in the sky. From then on, Li Yuze and the yamen runners followed Lin Xijin's lead and their enthusiasm was fully mobilized.

"Master, this year Qingyuan has had good weather and good harvests, and we have a bumper grain harvest. Our grain taxes are collected based on low to medium yields per mu, and some of the best crops have yields of 200 to 300 kilograms per mu. The people are all grateful to you, saying that you have helped them live a good life."

"Only hard work can bring wealth. Now everyone has caught up with a good opportunity, and hard work will bring good rewards." Lin Xijin did not take credit for it.

It's never wrong to be low-key. With the imperial power resting on your head, the right thing to do is to make a fortune in silence.