Chapter 971 years ago
"Okay." Wufu nodded, and still helped to work together.
The work here can be less done by one more person, otherwise it is estimated that the three of them will have to do it all night.
Wufu thought that after the New Year, he still had to invite two people to come back to help with the work, otherwise the people in the family would work too hard.
On the twenty-ninth day of the Lunar New Year, Wufu had a holiday here, and the pastries customized by the guests came to take them away, Wufu and Lian Dali, Mulan, and Mulan's second brother also went back to Xiangyang Village for the New Year.
As soon as I entered the village, the village was happy, and the village party secretary asked the village to pay for a lot of red paper, red lanterns, etc., which made the village happy.
This year, the life of the villagers in their village has been much better.
In the past, every time the Chinese New Year came, there was no New Year's atmosphere in the village at all.
Because the family doesn't have any money, what a year.
Just buy two catties of pork, pick a few cabbages from your own field, and eat dumplings, but this year is different.
Those who work in the Wufujia brick factory, needless to say, have savings at home, and this year is very prosperous.
Because, not to mention the monthly salary, even the year-end bonus is a large amount.
Wufu paid three months' salary to everyone in the brick factory as a year-end bonus, and another New Year's goods for each person.
Those New Year's goods are very practical, and they can be used for the New Year.
Five catties of pork per person, a fish, and five catties of pastries, these are always valuable.
Others, even if they don't work in the brick factory, but because Wufu rented the land in the village to open a brick factory, they also settled the bill, as long as the people who divided the land could get ten yuan each.
And it is divided according to the head, that is, if there are many people in the family, it is a lot of money.
All this money came for nothing, and it was not available in previous years.
The people in the village are happy, and their evaluation of Wufujia is also better.
Everyone is looking forward to it, and the sweet potato factory that Wufu said will open immediately after the New Year.
Because the sweet potato factory not only has to be worked, but also has to rent the land in the village at that time, which is also an income.
Anyway, it's much better than farming.
In the coming year, Wufu also said that the sweet potato factory will start after the New Year, and the sweet potato factory is conservatively estimated that there will be at least 20 employees, one for each family, which means that at least 20 households in the village can solve the employment problem.
In addition, the brick factory in the village, because all the people of the Wufu family will withdraw from the brick factory next year, they need to be done by the people in the village, at least a dozen.
In this way, most of the people in the village have something to do.
Those who have nothing to do are probably unwilling to work, or they are not popular with the people in the village.
Seeing that the life in the village is getting better and better, can you not be happy as the village party secretary in the village?
He goes to the township government and is always praised, and he has been refreshed and happy lately.
No, they will get some benefits during the New Year, so that people will know that their village is rich.
But some people rejoice, and some people are sad.
Most of the people in the village are jubilant, only the Song family and the Shu family are gloomy and miserable.
Song Weihong and Shu Yun were each sentenced to five years in prison for deliberately hurting people.
Five years, in the eyes of ordinary people, is just a flick of a finger, and after five years, it has passed.
But for those in prison, five years is a long time.
Moreover, in the village, because they know that there are people in prison in their two families, it is inevitable that they will look down on them.