Lu Ming

Chapter 63 Inspecting Moyun Temple ([-])
"There are also people who work dishonestly. We will see you later." Master Feng was refreshed when he heard the words, and began to talk nonstop: "We have made a booklet for all the people we took in, and it is easy to divide it. You've reached the level. The scholar you just saw, and a few craftsmen, are currently 'A' talents."

Having said that, Feng Jun pointed to the people on the construction site who were shouting their horns and trying to consolidate the foundation and continued: "These people belong to Category B, they are all illiterate and peasants. These low-level Hanako refugees are treated, sheltered by us, and in I have a full meal here, so I am generally grateful to the company, and they are willing to work hard, basically without supervision."

When the group came to the apse at the foot of the mountain, Master Feng stopped: "Now the guards in the temple are mainly people dispatched from Pingfeng Village, and a small number of beggar gang defectors. Too few, and can only be responsible for taking turns to watch the post."

Having said that, Feng Jun raised his hand and said hello to the gable. When everyone saw it, there was a lookout on the gable. There were passers-by on duty on it. On his chest was a SCAR assault rifle with a scope. .

"The level of this group of people is 'Class C'." Master Feng led the group and walked a short distance, then pointed to a group of people who were working in front, and his face became a little more serious: "We are responsible for C The definition of level is 'potentially dangerous elements', these people need 24-hour gun surveillance."

Everyone took a closer look and found that the group of people in the apse seemed to be no different from the people in the front hall. They were both topless and working hard.

Feng Jun knew what everyone was thinking, smiled and explained: "Since Zhou Zhaizhu became the head of the beggar gang with our support, these people have been sent over one after another."

Hearing this, someone immediately responded: "Is it the remnant of the Beggar Gang?"

"That's right!" Feng Jun nodded: "These people used to be the big and small leaders of the beggar gang, the old thieves who have accumulated years, and are usually used to sucking the blood of the bottom Hanako, and they are used to enjoying happiness. How could they be willing to work here as coolies? During this period of time, the dog was hanged to death, and the people who jumped over the wall in the middle of the night were beaten to death, adding up to more than a dozen people."

Looking at these former beggar gang bosses who seemed to be docile, but with a bit of fierceness in their eyes from time to time, everyone in the supervision team was silent for a few seconds, and then Xia Xianze said in an indisputable tone: "These people will be the first at that time. Send them off in batches, and when they get there, they can do whatever they want, the vast world, but they can run hard."

"Yeah!" Feng Jun nodded again and again: "I want to send them away as soon as possible, there are still many reform projects on the Beggar Gang's side, and such people will be sent over one after another. If I stay here too much, the guards will be under too much pressure. ."

The beggars, big and small, who are working hard, have no idea that their destiny has been agreed upon. The good times that once sat in the corner, basking in the sun, counting copper coins, and nibbling on lice will no longer be available.

After inspecting the completed site, the inspection team went to see a series of new buildings built for the treatment of refugees, such as the stepped stone mountain spring baths, treatment rooms, and toilets built behind the temple.Before we knew it, it was already noon, and with the sound of the sharp bamboo whistle, the busy people on the construction site hurriedly put down the tools in their hands, put on the short cloth jackets thrown aside, and lined up in a crooked formation, heading to the cafeteria. go.

The so-called canteen is actually a row of bamboo sheds, very simple.The cooks stood behind the steaming cauldron of the earthen stove, in front of them were coolies lined up with thick porcelain bowls, surrounded by fake monks in robes, patrolling with sticks and whips.

The food is quite fair: there are only two stoves, big and small, and those who take meals in the big stove can get a large bowl of brown rice, and a large spoonful of vegetables will be placed on top of the rice. There are some animal water and seasonal vegetables in the dishes, which seem to have a large amount. full.

And all the traversers, supervisors, including a few Class A talents, are eating in the small stove.The meals here are more in line with the habit of travelers: one bowl of vegetables per person, chicken and fish, and how much rice you want to eat by yourself, there is no limit.

Everyone was hungry at this time, no one was polite, and they went over to make a meal, just like eating in the countryside in the past, a group of people happily found a clean place, each with a large porcelain bowl and a bamboo stick, surrounded by a group of people. Take a turn, bury your head and start eating.

Feng Jun, who had been busy greeting people all the time, also took a breath at this moment. Seeing that Cao Chuan and Xia Xianze were all starting to cook rice, Feng Jun knew that this stage was almost over.

Although this group of people mainly came to visit the mountains today, Feng Jun did not dare to take it lightly.As the number of passers-by keeps growing, there are more and more bastards in the company. There are so many people who don’t know how to find fault. They point fingers everywhere based on their status as shareholders. People with real power in charge of specific departments are very upset.

Just when Master Feng himself was about to start eating, Chuan Zhong, who was not tall, with big cheeks and a little belly, tapped the side of the bowl with chopsticks, and then faced the bowl as if he was arrogant. He said to himself: "The food in human resources is really good, isn't the standard a bit high? After all, it's public money."

Slowly put the piece of fat that was caught by his mouth back into the bowl, feeling the gloating glances from around him, Master Feng's heart collapsed at this time: "God officer, dog officer, it's really a plane collapse. An indispensable dog officer!"

However, a curse is a curse, and an explanation is still necessary.After calming down, Feng Jun said to the fat man who was four years old with a smile, "Wang Ju, as far as the food standard is concerned, not only does this thing not exceed the standard, but it needs to be improved!"

For a long time, Cao Chuan has not released the detailed personal information of the traversers who came to this plane one after another in the old time and space.

This kind of thing is very sensitive, and Cao Chuan has publicly explained it: whether everyone's files are open or not will be kept by a certain person or department in the end, or they will stay in the old world forever. These futures will be decided by all shareholders. I unconditionally obey.

So this is the situation now: whenever a new person joins, he will only briefly introduce the person's age, major, and specialties, and the rest will be gone.

Take today's "Officer Wang" as an example. When he first arrived at the treasure land, Mr. Cao proudly patted him on the shoulder and introduced to everyone: This is Deputy Director Wang of the Finance Bureau. That's it.

As for the deputy director of the Department-level Finance Bureau, why he gave up his bright future to go to Africa, and how he joined the great cause of transmigration, he does not say, Cao Chuan does not say, so far it is still a mystery.

(End of this chapter)