space farmer girl busy farming

Chapter 989 Diversion and Differentiation ([-])
After steaming the steamed buns, take two wooden basins and cover them with small quilts for heat preservation, and put them on a trolley, and then bring the materials and samples of weaving straw mats, and a group of women guard the car and go to Juma.

The three rows of rejecting horses were spaced apart, occupying a very wide area. Behind each row of rejecting horses, there was a group of soldiers watching the refugees to prevent riots.

On the opposite side of the first row of rejection horses are the refugees sitting on the ground, taking up the official road as far as the eye can see, all of them are unkempt and numb. The people in front saw a cleanly dressed woman pushing a small cart to the middle of the road. Indifferent, no one moved.

Zhao Lin picked up the tin trumpet, without any opening remarks or beautiful words, he just opened his mouth to recruit workers, recruiting workers.

"I'm hiring, I'm hiring, is there anyone who can weave straw mats? Is there anyone who can weave straw mats? Who can weave straw mats like this?"

Following the words of greeting, the maids beside the car cooperatively raised the straw mats used as samples for the men, women and children in front of the horses to see clearly, but they still didn't even give a curious glance.

"Five straw mats for one cornbread, and five straw mats for one cornbread. Those who know how to weave straw mats come and sign up. There is no limit to men or women."

Speaking of pay, another maid tore off the small quilt, set up the basin a bit, and showed them the steaming steamed buns.

The crowd who still didn't respond when they saw the straw mats before, exploded when they saw the two pots of steamed buns. They jumped up suddenly with some strength, ignoring the sharp wooden thorns immediately scrambling to climb over with their bare hands. At this moment, there was an eager light in the numb eyes, staring at the two pots of steamed buns.

With people constantly pushing forward behind them, the refugees standing at the front were inevitably stabbed on the sharp spikes of the horses, but the screams could not stop the hungry refugees' desire for food.

The soldiers behind the rejection horse made a move at this time, holding long sticks as spears, and anyone who climbed up on the wooden spikes would stab them down with a stick. Being stepped on by countless feet, but this is not what Baijiajun soldiers and Zhaolin care about. It will inevitably happen in the process of dividing the refugees to lure them. After this rule is successfully established among the refugees, it will be easier.

When the commotion became more and more outrageous, and even the soldiers in the back row began to get a little nervous and prepared to support, the maids who came along covered the nests with small quilts, and there was no food in front of their eyes. The excited refugees seemed to be trapped Some kind of switch was turned off, the person who climbed the horse in front dwarfed and sat down on the ground, and the person who squeezed up behind thought he could grab the food looked up and saw nothing, and then lost his energy.

Holding the tin trumpet, Zhao Lin led the maids to change directions, moved a few steps to the Juma on the left, and repeated the previous process.

"Is there anyone who knows how to weave straw mats? Five straw mats are exchanged for one cornbread. Those who know how to weave straw mats can sign up. Weaving straw mats can eat cornbread, and five straw mats can be exchanged for one cornbread."

The maids also displayed the straw mats first, and then the steamed buns in the basin. The refugees here also immediately went crazy, and then were suppressed.

Then Zhao Lin led the maid to switch to the right and do it again.

After finishing this side, go back to the middle and do it again.

Just like this over and over again, it seduces the refugees' spirits ups and downs, consumes their meager physical strength, and exacerbates their fatigue. I repeat it twice, and finally no one has the strength to jump anymore by the third time. Get up and climb the horse, and you can listen to people.

If it was a different person, walking back and forth and shouting repeatedly, she would have been exhausted long ago, but no matter how many times Zhao Lin came here, she was full of energy. Fortunately, the maid beside her seemed a little tired, Only then did the soldiers not feel that Zhao Lin was not a human being, and at most felt that the housekeeper was not easy to do, at least it required amazing physical strength.

(End of this chapter)