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Chapter 990 Diversion and Differentiation ([-])
"Is there anyone who knows how to weave straw mats? Weave it like this. Five straw mats are exchanged for one cornbread, one tael of corn buns, one tael of corn buns, men and women are not limited. Those who know how to weave straw mats raise their hands and let me see."

This time, Zhao Lin was the only one who walked back and forth behind the Juma shouting, making sure that the refugees who were close to the Juma could hear it, and then passed it on to the people behind.

After trying this for a while, someone in the crowd finally saw someone raised his hand hesitantly. It was a stooped man with unkempt hair and no age at all.

"I, I know how to make up, I'm a craftsman." The man's voice was as thin as a mosquito's fly. Fortunately, Zhao Ling was not a human being, so he could still hear his self-introduction clearly.

"Okay, come here and get the materials." Zhaolin pointed his finger, "Come here, five mats will be exchanged for one cornbread, only after weaving is completed, it must be the same as the sample, and those that fail to meet the standard are not counted."

The man staggered and walked through the crowd according to the guidance of Yingying, but he didn't go smoothly for this short distance, he was constantly stumbled by other jealous refugees, or deliberately blocked him, and he stumbled. Before Juma, stand on the side of the road and talk in the field.

"You really know how to weave mats?"

"I can weave it. My family has been craftsmen for generations, and I can weave straw mats."

"Then you make up a beginning and I'll see." Zhao Lin asked the maid to give the man some hay, and to see how he started, whether he was proficient or not, he would know if he was telling a lie.

In fact, the man stretched out his hands and knew that he must be a craftsman, but it can be seen that he has not done this for a long time, and his technique was a little rusty at first, but fortunately he quickly regained the feel of the hand, and finished weaving the few straws neatly.

"Come on, take a look at this mat first. It needs to be so long and so wide. The size is the most important thing. The four sides don't matter. Everyone has their own way of doing things. We don't force this, but you can't be wrong about the length, otherwise it will be in vain. Even if you work hard, you will still be hungry."

Zhaolin held up a long ruler, and showed the man the length and width of the mats. An expert is an expert, and he knew what to do at a glance, but he couldn't take the materials of five mats by himself. The best way It was he who went with others to work in the Baijiajun camp, and came back after finishing his work.

The man hesitated a little.

"I don't force you, you think about it yourself, there are so many of you refugees, I don't believe that you are the only one who knows how to weave mats, you don't even have a place to live, I'm afraid you are out to lie to me, take it back and weave it Well, I can use the mat myself, and I don’t care about the three melons and two dates.”

"No, no, I'm really, really..." The man was hungry for a long time, and when he got excited, he became dizzy, and he was only gasping for breath in the middle of speaking.

"If you come with me now, I'll give you some corn bread first."

"Really, really...?" The man couldn't help licking his chapped lips.

"The King of Hades is still a starving soldier. I want people to work. If you eat my food, work hard for me. If you don't want to work, go back and be your refugee."

"No, no, I'll go, I'll go!" The man turned around tremblingly, glanced at the dense crowd behind him, "I, I..."

"And family?"

The man nods.

"Does the family know how to weave mats?"

"Yes, yes."

"Why don't you raise your hand?"

"No, dare not."

"Are you stuttering?"

"No." The man shook his head again and again, but he became dizzy again, "I'm hungry, no, no energy."

"Which families are they?"

"Mother-in-law and two or two sons."

"How old is the child? Can he really work? If the child is too young to work and has to eat, we can't raise it for nothing. The workload is on your parents."

"The big ones are big, and the young ones are eight or nine years old."

"Okay then, bring your family with you."

The man quickly thanked him, turned around and went back to his family.

(End of this chapter)