Song Fusheng looked at the murmuring of the river, listened to the shouts of the people on the boat, breathed in the fresh morning air, and was doing shoulder expansion exercises.

After a while, the cervical spine is moved again.

He was surrounded by a number of men.

These people were by the river, collecting the fish of the villagers, accepting the newly baked cakes specially sent by the princess, and putting the baked cakes wrapped in oiled paper in the ox cart basket, laughing and laughing.

Song Fusheng instructed them to be rich and noble:

The first batch of manpower is basically the same, and in the last few days of recruitment, don't wander around the town and nearby villages.

It's going to sink down.

With the letter of introduction from our county, I drove to the real remote mountainous areas to go around.

Although we will work harder, we are recruiting everywhere, and there is no shortage of people to do the work, but think about the people in remote mountain villages, they need employment opportunities more. It can also recruit honest men who are more hard-working and hard-working.

Yes? Go farther.

Fugui and they nodded again and again: "No problem." ”

Compared with being able to make more poor men afford to support a family, don't let them have no way to ask for help if they want to rely on their honest efforts, and it's nothing to take more roads.

Song Fusheng asked the rich Wang Zhongyu again: "Have you encountered any difficulties in these days?" ”

It was this topic that made Song Fusheng laugh.

Because Fugui said, there are all kinds of flowers.

There is a man who wants to get out of the village to work, but he doesn't give a proof.

Let's just say it, in case Diao Minli is doing this kind of thing, so our family has a second article, and Li Zheng will go to the village to find ten families as a guarantee without giving a certificate.

If you don't have a good relationship with even ten families in a village, then I'm sorry, it means that you are not a bad person.

There is that kind of reaction to recruiting workers, and there are people in their village who sell "guarantee certificates", give some food or spend money in exchange.

There is also a relationship between hard and rich.

It's just that the relationship between the "nine clans" is really not good, the original hometown is not here, and the "roots" are not here, so you can't climb the kind of seven aunts, grandmothers, three sisters, four brothers-in-law, sisters-in-law and the like who have turned a corner.

It appeared, saying that when they used to set up a stall to sell food stalls, they were not far from our stall, or that they had eaten noodles in our stall or something.

It's not an exaggeration at all, this relationship made them climb, and we were all stunned.

You must know that at the moment, "Maxima" is really easy to recruit, on the one hand, it is the hardships of the people who have only finished the war. On the other hand, and most importantly, the treatment is good.

In this year, Song Fusheng's salary was very high, and the subsidy was better for escorting back and forth for a month or two.

And whenever it is "work" time, Maxima eats and drinks, and even lives far away from home.

For many country men, isn't that equivalent to saving all the money they earn?

When Fugui and Fusheng learn this, they should only report briefly, have fun, and don't care.

These little bosses who represent the recruitment of "Maxima" have long been able to take those fancy things as a piece of cake, and they can see through it with their eyes and solve it by themselves.

But when Fugui learned another episode, he was a little unhappy.

Xuehe, Wang Zhongyu, and Song Fulu once went to a village and said that they only recruited good people, but they overheard that people in that village were privately saying that they were not good people.

Thanks to the literacy of the village and the fact that the nine clans have plaques, they would have almost been secretly poked and reported to the town by the villagers there.

Fugui was unhappy, but Song Fusheng laughed badly, and he really felt that he didn't complain about the villagers in that village.

You take a look at the image of that servant: the rich hairstyle is like that, Song Fulu is blind, Wang Zhongyu has an injury on the buttocks, and now the aisle is still a little lame.

Blind, lame, and shaking his hair while talking, he appeared in a strange village coldly, hahahaha.

"Drive."

"Drive."

Several ox carts set off early in the morning.

"Hehe, slow down," Song Fusheng waved with a smile on his face.

Song Fusheng's house.

At this time, the people in the village had done a lot of work, and Song Fuling sat up sleepily.

That's it, she still didn't look like she had woken up, her hair was scattered, her body was surrounded by a pink quilt, her eyes were confused, she yawned and shed tears, and she rubbed her eyes with her hands.

When the old lady heard the movement, she lifted the curtain and looked at it: "Are you awake?" "Emma, she's going to die in a hurry, and if she doesn't wake up, the food will have to be hot for the third time, and she still has a lot of work to do.

"Milk, where's my mother?"

"She's out, what are you doing with your mother? The food has been cooked for you, and your clothes have been laid out neatly at your hands. And thou shalt wear it, and thy one of yesterday shall be washed. ”

Song Fuling didn't answer, slowly twisted her head, looked out the window, maybe she didn't see clearly, and slowly, she had to drag the quilt around and come to the window.

Just this action, Mrs. Ma felt that she couldn't see it, and when she saw it, she could be anxious.

"Oh. Milk, are you coming in? ”

"What's wrong?"

"What am I bleeding, this quilt will be dismantled and washed." In ancient times, the body had its first menstruation, and the quilts were rubbed everywhere. Song Fuling herself wondered: Am I so dishonest when I sleep? I can't.

Mrs. Ma hurriedly lifted her granddaughter's quilt and looked, "......"

looked at the blood, and then looked at the granddaughter, and thought: It's still a small talk, this is really okay to marry and have a baby.

"You wait, and the milk will give you some grass and wood ashes."

"Huh? No! ”

After a while, the grandfather and grandson quarreled in a low voice again:

"I said, I don't pad that, I'm going to find my mother, I don't want this thing, throw it in the stove pit and burn it," the small Nene sewn with cloth, it's all through.

Then let the mother come back, let the mother and the father say, go into the space to get the tampon.

Mrs. Ma: "Why don't you pad it?" If you don't pad, that's not right. You don't know how old you are, and your head comes back. Listen to the milk, the dirty blood will flow for a few days, don't pad, it's time to drip blood down the aisle. ”

picked up the little Nene who his granddaughter was going to throw into the stove pit: "What don't you want, just throw it away, wash it?" ”

"I don't want it when you're done."

"A loser, you don't want it, I want it, I'll cut it open and use it as a rag."

"Milk, can that thing be used as a rag?"

Song Fuling's eyes were wide open and she shouted in the stove room, why don't you use steamed steamed buns with drawer cloth!

At this moment, there was also a noise outside.

Qian Peiying pushed Song Fusheng: "Come into the hospital, what are you doing?" ”

"I want to ask her what she is going to do? Early in the morning, I was in a good mood, and she proposed! ”

Qian Peiying could only coax him: "You are scruples about your identity, ah?" ”

Song Fusheng entered the courtyard, snorted angrily, turned his head and pointed to the door, and said: "I am enough to care about my identity, before the change, I had to chase her for two miles and throw her with shoes." ”

Everyone in the village knows that a matchmaker came to Yunzhong County this morning and begged Song Fusheng's daughter, and before he could say a word, he let Song Fusheng scold him.

Ren Gongxin sat at the dinner table, dipped the sauce with green onions, clicked and bitten, and when he heard this, he sneered: "In addition to a special mother's little soldier, he also wants to marry Jin Guimiao of Fusheng?" I really don't want to live anymore. ”

Gollum drank half a bowl of gruel in one go, thinking: better than he can die.

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