The late Ming Dynasty in the living room

Chapter 27 Old Man Zhao takes revenge

As long as Axiu said he held it, his life would be decided here.

Even Fang Yu would never stop it. He already hated human traffickers.

Li Shun looked at Axiu nervously, fearing that this little girl would tell lies.

Axiu bit her finger and hesitated, because she skipped her homework, but she actually wanted to lie... But in the end she whispered: "I wanted to play with the windmill, so I ran to the river by myself."

When Axiu hesitated, Fang Yu had already seen that Li Shun was telling the truth, but Fang Yu was still very happy that Axiu was willing to admit his mistake.

He was really afraid that because of his existence, Axiu would be used to lawlessness by this group of refugees.

Fang Yu took the bamboo dragonfly from Li Shun's hand and looked at it. It looked quite decent.

Fang Yuwen asked softly: "This eldest brother is here to find a job, why do you want to go back again?"

Li Shun just breathed a sigh of relief, and he hadn't even wiped off the cold sweat on his forehead.

Hearing Fang Yu's words, he pointed to his left leg and said: I am a lame man, and the noble man who recruited the workers said that I can't do the job of digging trenches. "

Fang Yu thought for a while, nodded and said: "When it comes to digging trenches, we are all earthworkers. You have to dig out one load and pick out one load. It really can't be done if you have inconvenient legs and feet."

Seeing that the misunderstanding was resolved, Li Shun felt that it was time for him to go back, so he used his hands to stand up.

Fang Yu suddenly said: "But you have the skill of weaving bamboo poles, why do you still dig ditches?"

Li Shun was stunned for a moment, and then heard Fang Yu say: "The wages of craftsmen are much higher than those of coolies. For example, Master Liu Scissors in the tailor shop, we give him two taels of silver a day and a three-cent subsidy."

Li Shun smiled bitterly, how could he compare with Liu Xiangsheng, a famous tailor and veteran craftsman in Laishui County.

Li Shun said honestly: "I have only learned the craft of knitting for less than half a year. Because my mother was ill, I came back before I left the apprenticeship. I can't be considered a craftsman."

Well, it turned out to be a dabbler.

But... half-hearted efforts cannot be wasted, Fang Yu said: "Then you can repair some baskets, dustpans and so on, right?"

Li Shun nodded quickly, I can do this.

"That'll do".

It's not that Fang Yu pitied Li Shun, but that bamboo tools were used more in the refugee camps than iron and wooden tools combined.

For example, sieves for drying, baskets for stones, baskets for picking soil...

These things break down very quickly, so you can save yourself a trip to the county seat if you can just repair them before using them again.

Fang Yu said: "Then you will work for us from now on. We will pay you three qian silver a day based on the wages of an apprentice. You can eat in the cafeteria."

Li Shun only felt that he was hit by a huge sense of happiness. Thinking of the grievances he had suffered all day today, he suddenly felt that he was in a dream.

This is different from those temporary workers who dig ditches and shovel horse manure.

Li Shun, who had been depressed all day, was now bursting into tears with excitement. He dragged his remaining leg and was about to kneel down in front of Fang Yu.

"I, Li Shun...I, Li Shun, thank you, noble man!"

Fang Yu supported Li Shun, but he was recalling in his heart: The noble man seems to be just a little higher than promised, right?

The group of people returned to the camp.

Axiu knew that she had made a mistake, and now she looked at the dragonfly in Fang Yu's hand eagerly, and was too embarrassed to ask for it.

"Dad, dragonflies are so beautiful." A Xiu hinted.

"Yeah." Fang Yu agreed.

He deliberately pretended not to understand, but instead asked Old Man Zhao, "Brother Zhao, how is the recruitment going?"

Old man Zhao replied: "We have just recruited 140 people. I think there are still people coming from the county. We should be able to recruit 300 people today."

Fang Yu thought of what happened to Li Shun just now, and said: "Go and call the scholar over and ask him to make a registration form for these people... You tell them that the registration time will be counted as wages, and the money will be paid as usual." Most of these people who came may be coolies, but there are also many people who have skills like Li Shun.

It would be a waste for these people to ask Old Man Zhao to dig ditches.

Now let's hire them as laborers, and when all the houses here are built, we can trick them into opening a shop here.

By then, both the residential area and the commercial area will be alive.

We can't always be like now, having to run into the county town to buy even a piece of toilet paper, right?
Old man Zhao hurriedly called Xiucai to go. At this time, Fang Yu discovered another strange thing: there was a red handprint on Liu Ji's left cheek.

Fang Yu asked curiously: "Liu Ji, who shot this?"

Liu Ji quickly covered his face and said in shame: "Brother Zhao beat me."

As soon as Fang Yu thought about it, he knew what was going on. Old man Zhao must have known that Axiu was missing, so he slapped him in anger.

But... Fang Yu asked in a strange tone: "Did you only hit you?"

Liu Ji nodded confusedly.

He hasn't reacted yet...

The principle that things get done easily when there are many people is so relevant now.

Since the arrival of workers from the county, various long-delayed projects have begun to progress rapidly.

The two brick kilns have been fired up (it will take four days).

The leveling and consolidating work of the homestead has been completed, and the next step is to lay the foundation and start building the house.

The reservoir has grown from a small pit to a small pond two meters deep and about half a basketball court in area.

The drainage ditch from the moat to the Juma River has been dug for a distance of five miles, and about one-sixth of it has been completed.

According to this morning's work report meeting, the number of people in the camp has now reached 942.

Among them, there are 387 refugees, 3 hired cooks, 24 tailor apprentices and helpers, 2 city gate soldiers, 2 brick kiln masters, and 524 people who come to work in the county and nearby villages.

Although temporary workers probably account for the majority, the total number of workers is about to exceed one thousand.

So many people were busy outside the city. Although the adults in the city wanted to shrink back, they couldn't help it after all.

The county magistrate Min Wengong bypassed Wang Dianshi for the first time and sent a family member (relative, also a subordinate) to inquire about the situation.

All Min Wengong's questions can be summed up in one sentence: What do you want to do?

Now that Min Wengong has come out, Fang Yu has no need to avoid him.

So when Min Wengong's family came to visit for the second time, Fang Yu said:
On behalf of the thousand refugees outside the city (so-called), I warmly welcome the county magistrate to come and inspect the work.

It is not known when Min Wengong will come to inspect the work, but Fang Yu inspected the work at the completion site in the morning and began to inspect the education work in the afternoon.

Fang Yu looked at the scholar Yan Jingsheng and asked: "Xiucai, you have been taking this class for many days, but I randomly checked the learning results of the second and third grade students yesterday, and it turned out that he can only write three words in total. You know What three words are they?"

Yan Jingsheng shook his head.

Fang Yu wrote "high", "two" and "three" on the table with his hands.

Then with a sad expression on his face, he said: "As their teacher, you have taught two students who are as stupid as donkeys. Don't you feel that you are also responsible?"

Yan Jingsheng blushed and argued, "That's because they don't study hard. What does it have to do with being a late student?"

Fang Yu shook his head and said, "If it's one or two, forget it, but let me ask you, scholar, besides Axiu, who else in the class can write ten words?"

Yan Jingsheng remained silent.

This "cultural study class for senior cadres" is already a joke in Fang Yu's opinion. The learning progress is not as good as that of later kindergarten classes.

(End of this chapter)