In fact, as the Shuiyi people thought, during the harvest of bamboo shoots, those who wanted to be shoddy and fake were honest and did not dare to mess around, and the supplies received by the Shuiyi people were extremely high-quality. [No pop-ups. 】

When she negotiated with the village chief, they would collect the bamboo shoots, peel the shells and blanch them, and then collect them at a semi-processed price, and the village chief made the matter public in the village for the first time.

The warm sun falls in the west, and the clouds stain the sky red for half a day, deep or shallow, in a thousand forms, such as unfolding a thick and colorful oil painting. It adds some vitality to this bleak winter day.

The ancestral hall on the east side of the village is dyed with a layer of golden light in the afterglow, making the tallest building in the village more solemn. There is a large bronze bell on the big tree at the entrance of the ancestral hall, which is used to gather the villagers to inform the news.

Because Da Shui Yuan Village is mainly a water clan, but there are also many villagers with other surnames, so the village rules stipulate that the bronze bell rings three times in a row is an important thing in the village, and three urgent and two slow are major events in the clan.

Today, the bronze bell is dressed in the golden clothes of the afterglow, and it makes a knock knock, three rapid sounds.

The villagers who were lazily busy with dinner at home looked shocked, looked to the east, and were quiet for two or three seconds, and suddenly there was an uproar, and they rushed out of their homes one after another, and men, women, and children all rushed in the direction of the ancestral hall.

In Dashuiyuan Village, the number of times the bronze bell rings is only a handful, but every time it rings, there must be a big event.

In just half an hour, the front of the ancestral hall was full of people, and the villagers looked at each other and looked at the old village chief standing in front.

When the village chief saw that everyone was coming, he didn't say anything long-winded, and directly explained the matter. As soon as the loud and powerful voice fell, the villagers were boiling, and the men were ready to make a big move, earning enough money to have a good year.

"Collect bamboo shoots, what are you doing with that thing, eat too much heartburn, and get panicked."

"Alas, what does he do, anyway, the village chief won't lie to people, he collects it, let's dig it, two wen a catty, how can I dig forty or fifty catties a day, that's a hundred wen."

"That's right, I'm going to dig tomorrow morning, a hundred wen a day, and I may have a good year this year!"

"Boss, I'll dig with you, let's earn enough money to tell the baby about family affairs."

For a while, everyone turned their heads to each other, and the scene was extremely lively, and they planned to get up.

Winter is the most idle season for farmers, but it is also the time when they can not earn the most money, and generally those who have crafts go to the town or further into the city to find work, but more villagers still stay in the village. This is also the reason why the village chief is eager to tell everyone, and it is also his wish to be the village chief to make a village have a good year.

Of course, the village chief did not forget to pull people's hearts for the Shui Yi people.

"Quiet, quiet! Listen to me! The village chief even said a few quiet, and the noisy scene slowly quieted down, "This time the work is that the Yiren see that everyone has no work to work at home in the winter, so they specially asked for it from the big restaurant in the town, everyone earns money, don't forget about the people, and everyone has to be careful when digging bamboo shoots, don't take those things that don't enter the stream to make up the number, so that the Yiren can't teach badly, then don't think about such a good thing in the future." ”

Shui Yiren listened to the village chief's soft and hard words on the side, and couldn't help admiring in his heart, sure enough, Jiang was still old and spicy, and he looked at how good his words were.

Everyone looked at the three sisters and brothers with kind smiles, saying that they would work hard and never make trouble. But some people will rush when they hear the name of the Shuiyi people.

In fact, as the Shuiyi people thought, during the harvest of bamboo shoots, those who wanted to be shoddy and fake were honest and did not dare to mess around, and the supplies received by the Shuiyi people were extremely high-quality. [No pop-ups. 】

When she negotiated with the village chief, they would collect the bamboo shoots, peel the shells and blanch them, and then collect them at a semi-processed price, and the village chief made the matter public in the village for the first time.

The warm sun falls in the west, and the clouds stain the sky red for half a day, deep or shallow, in a thousand forms, such as unfolding a thick and colorful oil painting. It adds some vitality to this bleak winter day.

The ancestral hall on the east side of the village is dyed with a layer of golden light in the afterglow, making the tallest building in the village more solemn. There is a large bronze bell on the big tree at the entrance of the ancestral hall, which is used to gather the villagers to inform the news.

Because Da Shui Yuan Village is mainly a water clan, but there are also many villagers with other surnames, so the village rules stipulate that the bronze bell rings three times in a row is an important thing in the village, and three urgent and two slow are major events in the clan.

Today, the bronze bell is dressed in the golden clothes of the afterglow, and it makes a knock knock, three rapid sounds.

The villagers who were lazily busy with dinner at home looked shocked, looked to the east, and were quiet for two or three seconds, and suddenly there was an uproar, and they rushed out of their homes one after another, and men, women, and children all rushed in the direction of the ancestral hall.

In Dashuiyuan Village, the number of times the bronze bell rings is only a handful, but every time it rings, there must be a big event.

In just half an hour, the front of the ancestral hall was full of people, and the villagers looked at each other and looked at the old village chief standing in front.

When the village chief saw that everyone was coming, he didn't say anything long-winded, and directly explained the matter. As soon as the loud and powerful voice fell, the villagers were boiling, and the men were ready to make a big move, earning enough money to have a good year.

"Collect bamboo shoots, what are you doing with that thing, eat too much heartburn, and get panicked."

"Alas, what does he do, anyway, the village chief won't lie to people, he collects it, let's dig it, two wen a catty, how can I dig forty or fifty catties a day, that's a hundred wen."

"That's right, I'm going to dig tomorrow morning, a hundred wen a day, and I may have a good year this year!"

"Boss, I'll dig with you, let's earn enough money to tell the baby about family affairs."

For a while, everyone turned their heads to each other, and the scene was extremely lively, and they planned to get up.

Winter is the most idle season for farmers, but it is also the time when they can not earn the most money, and generally those who have crafts go to the town or further into the city to find work, but more villagers still stay in the village. This is also the reason why the village chief is eager to tell everyone, and it is also his wish to be the village chief to make a village have a good year.

Of course, the village chief did not forget to pull people's hearts for the Shui Yi people.

"Quiet, quiet! Listen to me! The village chief even said a few quiet, and the noisy scene slowly quieted down, "This time the work is that the Yiren see that everyone has no work to work at home in the winter, so they specially asked for it from the big restaurant in the town, everyone earns money, don't forget about the people, and everyone has to be careful when digging bamboo shoots, don't take those things that don't enter the stream to make up the number, so that the Yiren can't teach badly, then don't think about such a good thing in the future." ”

Shui Yiren listened to the village chief's soft and hard words on the side, and couldn't help admiring in his heart, sure enough, Jiang was still old and spicy, and he looked at how good his words were.

Everyone looked at the three sisters and brothers with kind smiles, saying that they would work hard and never make trouble. But some people will rush when they hear the name of the Shuiyi people.