Saint of the Confucian way

"Let's... Make a living in another place. We can certainly do something else." Zhang Jing'an said in distress.

Fang Yun said, "the porters in the wharf post station can only recruit people over the age of 16. Each workshop can only find skilled workers. You have no experience and can't do the same. If you do small business by yourself, you can't even make wonton. Even if you do it, can you make it better than others? You don't even have a skill. How can you have the courage to say such a thing?"

Fang Yun looked down at Zhang Jing'an. His eyes seemed colder than the cold wind in winter.

"I..."

Fang Yun said, "it doesn't matter. You can continue to be hungry. I can continue to find it with you. You're lucky. You don't have any disease or disaster. You don't need to feed anyone. No one at home needs your help."

Zhang Jingan's stomach purrs louder.

"I'll do it!" Zhang Jing'an said, biting his teeth.

"Good, we'll go now. If we're late, I'm afraid we'll be preempted." Fang Yun immediately found his teeth, paid a hundred Wen, took the note remembering the location of his feet and walked out.

"The 100 Wen money accounts for half of each. Next, you pay me two Wen every day until you pay it off." Fang yundao.

"Stingy!" Zhang Jing'an whispered.

Braving the wind and snow, they hurried to Xinming street. They saw the leaning head of this place in an old house and learned the reason for the recruitment.

Winter is different from other seasons. It is cold and cold. People work slowly, and many garbage will freeze, so it will be very difficult to deal with it. A couple are in charge of the Xinming Street area, but the woman is sick and recuperates at home. Now there is only one man, so she will recruit temporary workers. If she does a good job, she will consider changing to long-term workers.

"The wages are paid every day. No matter how many people do the whole street, they can get 20 Wen a day. In winter, they increase and get 25 Wen. I only give 25 Wen. Your father and son discuss with Lao Guo how to spend money, and I won't interfere in anything else. Remember, if you don't do well, you have to deduct money. If you get into trouble, we don't care. Collect feces in the morning, garbage in the afternoon, and you spend the rest of the time We don't care what to do... "

After quickly explaining some work requirements, he wrote a document, signed and signed by both parties, and asked Fang Yun them to find Lao Guo.

They left the warm house and went out again. Soon they saw a large ox cart at the back door of a family in Xinming street. However, it was not cattle and horses who pulled the cart, but a man in his fifties, who was wearing a rope and labored forward.

The two quickly walked over. Fang Yun looked at Lao Guo. His whole body was tightly wrapped. There were patches on his fur jacket, fur and boots, and there were a few stains. Some places were even dirty and shiny.

When he got close, Fang Yun stretched out his hand and pulled forward on the left shaft, and Zhang Jing'an immediately ran to the right shaft.

Lao Guo raised his head. The wind and snow fell on his face. He looked at Fang Yun with blank eyes. After a while, his eyes were a little bright.

The breath of winter seemed to cover the light in his eyes.

Fang Yun opened the door and said, "our father and son are here to be part-time workers and take charge of Xinming street with you." Fang Yun said and took out his paper.

A flash of vigilance flashed in Lao Guo's eyes. He looked at Fang Yun carefully, nodded gently, opened his dry lips, and laboriously said, "you two, haven't done this?"

"Do it for the first time, but don't worry. We'll do whatever you say. Three days ago, we only took ten Wen and you took fifteen Wen. When we get familiar with it, we'll discuss a new way to divide money so that you won't suffer losses. What do you think?" Fang Yun smiled.

"Yes! Help me finish today's work quickly. It's even harder to drag it to night." Lao Guo said.

"OK. Jing'an, come on! If you don't use your strength, you can't get the money!" Fang Yun grabbed a rope and pulled the cart, but only with the strength of an ordinary man.

"Hmm!" Zhang Jing'an promised and pulled the car hard.

Their hands were exposed, and Fang Yun's hands remained unchanged, but Zhang Jingan's two small hands soon froze red.

Zhang Jing'an felt the piercing pain in his hands and felt numb at the same time, but he didn't dare to let go.

If you let go, you will be deducted.

Zhang Jing'an secretly glanced at "Zhang Longxiang", and a trace of dissatisfaction flashed in his eyes.

Jingzhou City learns from the city of Shengyuan continent. It has a good sewer system. Sewage can flow to the Yangtze River outside the city along the pipeline built by underground workers, but many sundries remain in the sewage tank, and some sundries are piled up at the back door, which should be treated by tilting their feet.

The three people pulled the car to the back door of the next house, where there is a sewage tank for several families nearby. Lao Guo picked up a shovel and said, "the sewage tank in winter will be frozen. Every day, we must clean up the dirt above and shovel off the crushed ice. It's very easy to say, but it's very troublesome. It needs great effort, and it can even grind the tiger's mouth and bleed for second days."

Fang Yun reached for his shovel and laughed. "Since this is the most troublesome job, let me do it, but I need to pay three more points a day."

"No, I'll give you a maximum of it." Lao Guo held the shovel and didn't let go.

"Each step back, two Wen." Fang Yun said.

"Deal!" Lao Guo laughed and loosened his shovel and breathed a sigh of relief. As he grew older, frequent shovels made him feel a bit uneasy.

Fang Yun picked up the shovel and shoveled it against the ice near the sewage tank.

Fang Yun glanced at it and knew where the ice was the most brittle and how much to shovel at a time. With the power comparable to the demon Marquis, shoveling ice was not much different from shoveling sand for him.

"A good strength!" Lao Guo, who knew the goods, couldn't help but praise.

Zhang Jingan picked up another shovel and pushed the crushed ice away.

Old Guo said, "there are some vegetables and leaves in it. You should pick them out and put them in the first bucket. At that time, they should be made into feed and sold to pigs and chickens. Can you do it? Here are gloves."

Zhang Jing'an looked at Lao Guo, who was panting, nodded, reached for his gloves and picked up vegetable leaves from the broken ice.

"What animals can eat is put in the first bucket. What they can't eat is put in the second bucket. There are other garbage in other places, such as wood chips that can be burned, which are put in the third bucket. What can be burned is worthless. We can take it home, but it's rare. Most people burn it by themselves. If there is good cloth to be put in the fourth bucket... Most of these have to be handed in. Be a pawn However, if the homeowner sees us pitiful, the gifts are our own. "Lao Guo flashed a cunning look in his eyes, and then patted his shabby leather clothes.

Fang Yun and Zhang Jing'an smiled. The old Guo was a good man.

Fang Yun glanced at Lao Guo's clothes, hats and shoes. It seemed that they were "sent" by others.

Winter nights come early. When it gets dark, they still have one-fifth of the streets to clean up, so they can only continue to clean up at night.

After cleaning up all the garbage, there is no end, because the three people have to pull the car to send the garbage to a far place, one time is two hours, and finally put the car where they lean to live.

"Meet me on the street of Xinming street at six o'clock tomorrow morning. Don't forget!" Lao Guo waved and disappeared in the wind and snow.

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