"Let's go! The villagers must be anxious! "Meton stood up and said.
Everyone nodded and stood up to follow him. Only Xu Jie and Han Zheng were confused.
However, when they walked out of the Mo Mansion with the crowd, they were stunned when they saw the dense crowd of villagers on the opposite Mo Zi Square.
Li Yi said to them with a smile, "This is the tradition of the Mo Family. At the end of each year, the whole Mo Family will hold a general meeting. Each family will send one representative. It's the annual grand meeting of the Mo Family."
Then they understood. Looking at the opposite Mo Zi Square, there were ten square groups neatly arranged. Each group had more than a hundred people.
Only then did the two of them understand.
"Hello, young master!"
Seeing Meton and others coming out, the villagers of the Mo Family shouted.
Meton responded with a smile and greeted some villagers warmly from time to time.
In front of the villagers, a row of rostrum had been set up. Meton led the crowd to the rostrum and motioned them to sit down.
Then he stood in the middle and waved his hand. Immediately, the whole crowd became quiet. Suddenly, Meton's powerful appeal was demonstrated.
Meton looked around and suddenly found that the place where he stood was exactly the place where Meton had promised to the villagers of the Mo Family. Although many dilapidated houses around had been demolished, Meton could still recognize it.
Meton immediately smiled and said loudly. "Dear villagers, more than one year ago, I promised you here that I would let you live a good life, let the Mo Family get rid of poverty and backwardness, let you no longer suffer from hunger and cold, and let the young men of the Mo Family get married. Today, I'm here to fulfill this promise."
As soon as Meton finished his words, all the people burst into laughter. They just took Meton's promise as a joke. Who could have thought that it would be fulfilled in less than one year?
Recalling the days of hunger and cold, and looking at the rich life of the Mo Family now, many emotional people couldn't help but shed tears.
"Over the past year, I know how much effort you've put in. Today, it's finally time for us to reap the rewards." Meton stood tall and straight as he spoke boldly.
"Uncle Li, why don't you announce everyone's achievements over the past year?" Meton asked Li Yi.
Li Yi nodded. He solemnly picked up the report in his hand and said loudly, "Over the past year, the Mo's Village has earned 2,000 strings of cash from the live fish business, 5,000 strings of cash from chickens, ducks and geese, farm tools … four-wheeled carriages … winery …"
Li Yi started from the living fish business in the Mo Family Village. Every item he mentioned would make the whole Mo Family Village exclaim loudly, especially the four-wheeled carriage business and the winery business, which was an astronomical figure. The villagers of the Mo Family Village were shocked and couldn't believe it.
Even the people on the rostrum were stunned. No one could imagine that a village could earn so much money. Only Xu Jie, who had been dealing with the business of Village Mo, had a rough idea.
Han Zheng sighed with emotion. He was afraid that in the whole Tang dynasty, except for the civil department of the imperial court, such a large amount of money had never been seen before.
He couldn't help looking at Meton, who was expressionless beside him. In the face of such a huge amount of money, Mo Jiazi, who was famous in Chang 'an, really lived up to his name.
In fact, under the table where he couldn't see, Meton's legs were trembling. Meton was just an otaku in his previous life, so how could he not be moved by such a large amount of money?
Li Yi also shouted excitedly and then said, "The expenses of the Mo's Village are as follows: 5,000 strings of cash to build a new house, 13,000 strings of cash to build factories, warehouses and shops, and 20,000 strings of cash to pave a brick road!"
The huge expenses made everyone feel like they were on a roller coaster, falling from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the valley. That was thousands of strings of cash!
However, it was not over yet. Li Yi trembled all over and said, "The expenses of the granary are 38,000 strings of cash, the expenses of wages …, the cost of iron and wood …, other expenses …"
Everyone in the Mo's Village felt as if their hearts were bleeding. When the Mo's Village was poor, they wanted to spend every penny in half, but now they were taking out tens of thousands of strings of cash!
When it came to other expenses, everyone couldn't help but glance at Modun. It was obvious that Modun had spent money like gold during the Western Regions Grand Tournament. Li Yi had at least left a fig leaf for Modun to cover up his embarrassment.
"Fifty thousand strings of cash to buy the bonds of the Ministry of Civil Affairs! And 95,000 strings of cash to pay taxes! "Li Yi said in a hoarse voice and trembling all over.
Xu Jie's eyes lit up when he heard the tax. Such a huge amount of tax was probably unprecedented in the Tang dynasty!
The business tax in the Tang dynasty was very low, but the main tax of the Mo's Village was the winery tax. It was Meton who took the initiative to ask for four taxes. With this tax alone, the Mo's Village would be as stable as Mount Tai.
"The Mo's Village has a total of 15,000 strings of cash, 5,000 strings of cash as dividends, 10,000 strings of cash!" After Li Yi finished speaking, he suddenly felt weak. Seeing such a huge amount of money being spent from the Mo's Village, even if he had once killed thousands of soldiers and horses, he was not as frightened as he was today.
All the people in the Mo's Village were dumbfounded. If they had known that the Mo's Village had 10,000 strings of cash a year ago, they would have been wild with joy. But now when they heard that such a huge amount of money was spent from the Mo's Village, they suddenly felt that 10,000 strings of cash was nothing.
If the deposit of 5,000 strings of cash to each dealer was included, the Mo's Village would have lost at least 40,000 strings of cash.
"Mo Jiazi, the prodigal!" Meton's nickname, which was well-known in Chang 'an City, appeared in everyone's mind. He could spend so much money in one year and still owe 40,000 strings of cash. He was simply the prodigal in the world.
What was more amazing was that the people didn't feel at all that they owed 40,000 strings of cash, as if they owed four pennies and could pay it back tomorrow.
Han Zheng put down several strands of beard in his hand and nodded with satisfaction. Too much money would only bring trouble. What Meton did was the safest way. If Meton hoarded the money like a miser, Han Zheng would probably turn around and leave.
Meton smiled in his heart. It was said that wealth needed to be accumulated, but wealth was like water. Only the circulating wealth could be as clear as water and never dry up.
Li Yi put down the report in his hand, looked at the people, and shouted hoarsely, "In the latest assessment of Chang 'an County, all the 1,000 households in the Mo's Village are superior!"
"1,000 households!"
"Haha, we are also superior."
The people in the Mo's Village suddenly became excited. In the assessment of the Tang Dynasty, according to the amount of tax paid, they were divided into three counties, the upper, the middle, and the lower. Superior referred to the rich families.
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