A small peasant girl

Chapter 471 Reclamation Conditions
Things in Wenzi's family went very smoothly, but Wen's father in Wenjia Village had a bad luck, his luck was like a torrent of water, and his luck really went to the bottom.

On the way home in the evening, he was caught by a group of hooligans in a remote corner and beat him up severely, and left him some cruel and vicious words saying, "My surname is Wen, I am warning you with good intentions, From now on, you won’t be able to accept a single piece of cloth from Wen’s Village.”

"Why can't I collect the cloth?" Wen Er held his swollen face and said firmly with a persistent attitude, "This cloth does not belong to your family, why can't we collect it?"

"You took away all the cloth, and our brothers still take a fart." The leader of the ruffian directly stretched out his hand and beat Wen Er's healing. Looking at Wen Er who was beaten lying on the ground, he said in a tone like a heavenly king, "I just want you to have a better memory today. If you still dare to close the cloth in the future, it will not be as simple as eating fists."

"You, you guys, I'm going to report to the police." Wen Er watched the ruffians who had gone away stood up and protested loudly, enduring the pain. The pain from his body was nothing to Father Wen, but he was afraid that he would not receive it. Cloth, delayed Wenzi's uncle's business.

As soon as the news that the Wang family was looking for someone to reclaim wasteland got out, more than a dozen people from Liujia Village came to ask. They were older than Liu Kangtu, and they were all Liu Kangtu's uncles or uncles. Liu Kangtu, who answered patiently, felt the pressure on him. big.

"Uncles and uncles, my uncle wants to hire people to reclaim wasteland, but he only pays wages and does not take care of food." Liu Kangtu cut his ugly words straight to the point, lest others have to ask questions, which seems a little troublesome .

"Kang Tu, I'm from the same village. I can eat a few steps home, so I don't have to worry about the food." The person who spoke was Liu Kang Tu Yuanfang's uncle, who also heard the news and came to ask about the reclamation of wasteland authenticity.

"Yeah, it's the same for eating at home, but Kang Tu, how much money is your uncle planning to hire people to do?" Another villager directly asked the purpose of everyone's coming here, and the salary is the key. It is the first condition to feel whether they are the uncle's job.

"Liu Dashu, my uncle doesn't pay wages on a daily basis this time. Instead, he pays [-] Wen for every acre of land that is drilled regardless of food." Liu Kangtu's intention for doing this is very simple. There will be some people who fish in troubled waters and come in for nothing.

It's like the big pot of rice a long time ago. Those who work and those who don't work eat the same pot of rice. Over time, everyone doesn't want to work. When will the [-] acres of wasteland be reclaimed?

"One hundred Wen for reclaiming an acre of wasteland?" Another villager asked while quickly calculating the deal in his mind to see if he would suffer if he took over the job.

"Hey, how can it take two or three days to reclaim an acre of wasteland? According to this calculation, it's only thirty cents a day, and you don't pay for it? Liu Kangtu, your uncle's little abacus is really tricky Yeah, why are people in our village being counted into it." Sun Huazhou, who was in the middle, took the opportunity to make trouble, but he just couldn't see Wenzi's family living well.

"That's right, Kang Tu, your uncle's actions are too bullying. The family has too much money, and it's not appropriate to count our little money." Seeing Sun Huazhou attacking Liu Kangtu, Li Dashan immediately followed him Finally, he booed with words as weapons.

(End of this chapter)