Girlfriend's Fortune

Chapter 334 Chapter 330 Three: The Workshop Pays Wages

I never thought about it, Zhang Laodou, who was said to be dead, suddenly came back alive with all his beard and tail.

It's really a trick of good fortune, and the good days were broken up.

Let's break up, let's talk about it. At that time, the two brothers and sister Donggua lived with Li Dachui, and they lived a very good life. They had a house and a craft, so how could they worry about it?

But it happened that Zhang Laodou, who killed a thousand swords, came back from a battle, and it was so bloody to see too many dead people.

You have to beat people out relentlessly.

At that time, Zhang Laodou was also very powerful, he was very ruthless after getting through the dead, and such a strong Li Dahui was not his opponent.

If you drive him away, let's drive him away. If you go far away, at worst, you will come back after a year or so in peace. How can your son and daughter deny him?
But Zhang Laodou could do such a cruel thing!
It means that the intestines are rotten on the battlefield, and the heart is black!
Old Yuan Shi sighed, skipped a long paragraph, and only answered the question behind his granddaughter, "Of course he likes you Uncle Donggua and Aunt Shuiqin, and he likes you very much! As a father, how can you not?" She loves her own baby."

As Song Qiu listened, he could imagine in his mind a solid, steady, hardworking, hardworking and capable man, like a mountain, full of fatherly love, making people feel very secure.

But would such a man really leave and never come back to see his children?
She felt very strange, and wanted to ask more questions, but seeing her grandma's expression seemed a little sad, could there be some unknown secret in it?

He subconsciously pursed his lips and didn't ask any more questions.

If she could really tell her, her grandma must have said it. Since she didn't say it, then she asked, but she didn't have an answer.

All the way to the workshop, everyone is already busy.

The women responsible for washing, peeling and chopping the sweet potatoes had already moved to the house to avoid the wind, and those who processed the flour in the backyard also moved to the house. , so it is still in the yard.

But the grinders are all big men, and they are much colder than women, and there are several braziers next to them, which are still warm.

Seeing that Song Qiu came with the old Yuan, everyone knew that wages would be paid today, and they were very happy.

I have been working for a month, and I can get the wages, so the mood is different, isn't it?I am full of energy!

I really hope that this workshop can do more, so that it can be done during the Chinese New Year. Unfortunately, the two rooms are full of sweet potatoes, and after a month, I can see that the number is getting smaller and smaller every day.

As Song Qiu said, it might take another half a month before everything can be finished.

At that time, it was only in the middle of the winter month, and there was still a month before the New Year.

Song Qiu looked around at several places one by one, and then looked at the few sweet potatoes piled up in the house, guessing that it was all past the time for powdering, and talked to everyone again.

After the fans finished the bucket, it was almost time, so they waved to everyone to stop and have a rest, come to the main room to warm up by the fire, ready to pay wages!

The main room is spacious, and the collected starch blocks are hung to dry in the main room. The old Yuan usually stays in the main room every day, roasting in a brazier, and turning over the starch blocks by the way.

When everyone heard Song Qiu's words, they all washed their hands and came to the main room one after another.

They were not reserved, and when they entered the main room, those who had a place to sit sat down, and those who did not have a place to squeeze together, all gathered together, looking at Song Qiu in front of him.

Mrs. Cao squeezed in the front, eagerly waiting for the payment of wages. She wanted to advance half a month more, so she told Mrs. Yuan, and Mrs. Yuan agreed. Go, cut some meat and buy some rice, come back, and plan to set up a few tables of noodles, so that people can be carried in the door on the fifth day of the next day, and she has settled her mind.

When the others saw that she was standing first, they didn't fight her. They all knew what she was thinking, and even a villager could understand.

Anyway, everyone has wages, and it doesn't matter whether the first one is the last one.

Seeing that everyone was all together, Song Qiu looked at the crowd, and first said something like thanking all grandma, uncle, aunt, and sister-in-law for their hard work this month.

Then he said: "We will start paying wages now. After paying wages, everyone pack up and go home. We will take a half-day vacation today, and we will get up early and go back to work tomorrow."

It's too cold today, and it's not bad for half a day. Everyone has been busy for a month, and it's not a big deal to have half a day off.

When everyone heard this, they were very happy, and hurriedly responded with a smile, saying that they must clean up later before going to work.

Song Qiu then spread out a notebook with the names of all the workers in the workshop written on it.

There is a box of red clay next to the notebook, which is specially used for fingerprinting.

While opening the money box, looking at Mrs. Cao, she counted out six strings of copper coins and put them in front of Mrs. Cao, "Grandma Cao, this is your wages, six hundred cash, see if it's right, if it's right, press it here Once you get your fingerprints on, you can get paid.???

Granny Cao saw that there were only six strings, and that what Song Qiu said was also six hundred characters, so she was taken aback, and wanted to say something, but she didn???t feel like saying it, so she ordered six strings first as Song Qiu said, that???s right, They didn't spread out the counts one by one, she felt relieved in Song Qiu's heart that a village wouldn't lose her copper coins.

So he nodded, poked it into the red mud, and made a fingerprint according to the name Song Qiu was pointing at.

She couldn't read, anyway, she pressed whatever Song Qiu said.

Seeing her press her fingerprints and put away her wages, Song Qiu counted out three more strings and handed them to her, "This is half a month's wages paid in advance by Grandma Cao as agreed. The problem is also a fingerprint here."

As soon as Mrs. Cao heard this, she was immediately happy, and immediately poked the red clay and pressed it on the place where Song Qiu was lighting. The speed was so fast that Song Qiu had just finished speaking.

After getting the wages, Mrs. Cao didn't wait for anyone else, she was anxious to send the dowry to Dazao Village, told everyone, and then told old Yuan, and left with the wages first.

The following ones came one after the other, and they were all in the same six hundred cash, and they just got their fingerprints to receive their wages.

Everyone didn't have to worry about counting strings one by one. After ordering six strings, they immediately pressed their fingerprints, so the twenty or so people sent them out quickly, and all of them received their wages within a quarter of an hour.

Zhang Hugua was the last one to receive it. He got his fingerprints and was holding six strings of copper coins, and he still couldn't recover.

This is the wages he has received for a month of serious work on his own. It is the first time in his life that he is in his twenties.

Six hundred Wen, half a tael of silver.

Zhang Hugua came back to his senses, couldn't help but grinned, then put it away carefully, followed everyone to clean up everything that needed to be cleaned up, and ran directly to the house.

Trotting all the way back to the house, he ran into the wet mud on his feet, and he didn't care to scrape it first, and rushed into the upper room.

In the upper room, Mrs. Deng was holding a stone egg and warming herself by the fire. On the other side of the brazier, Mrs. Miao was teaching Zhang Zaohua how to do needlework.

Seeing Zhang Hugua running in panting, several people were startled, thinking that something had happened.

But I didn't want Zhang Hugua to stride up to the old Deng and sit down panting, holding a baby in his hands and spreading it in front of the old Deng, "Look, mother! I'm paying the wages!"

(End of this chapter)