Chapter 115: Sold poor, buried head
There are many people in the village, and now they can't plant land on this day, and this group of outcasts can also generate income for the idle people in the village when they come to approve the homesteads.
Wu Changsheng thought about it, took a puff of dry cigarettes, and felt that this was a good idea, so he mentioned a few words in passing.
"Your homestead has also been approved, have the candidates for the start of construction been decided? If it's undecided, why don't you recruit some people from our Sweetwater Village? ”
"Now that the weather is getting colder, there is no harvest in the field, and every family has no one to make a living.
"Don't talk about it, let's just talk about this craft, our Tianshui Village is not as rich as those villages in Kugen Village, but this craft is obvious to all, don't say anything else, just look at my house, a pure blue brick and big tile house, isn't it also built by people in our village?"
"There is no shortage of people in our village, and there is no shortage of strength, select people from our village, the price is easy to say, ring lunch or something, there are many girls in the village, chatting under the roots of the old tree at the entrance of the village all day long, giving a few pennies to the salary, and people also add a household to the family, and it can be easier for yourself, isn't it?"
Speaking of this, Wu Changsheng took a breath, took another puff of dry tobacco, and said sullenly: "What I just said is not that you have to use the people in our village, how to build it, who should be used, you still have to think about it yourself." ”
This is true, building a house is such a big thing, if you really want to choose people, it is indeed the most suitable person from Sweetwater Village, that is, it is not from Sweetwater Village, and several villages around it are fine, but listening to Wu Changsheng's words, I am waiting for them to speak to the people of Sweetwater Village.
"Village chief, I know what you said, after all, building a house is a big deal, if the people who work have a good temperament and don't cheat and cheat, I naturally have no reason to be unwilling."
"But you also know, we, after all, are exiles, and we can leave some silver in our hands, so we really don't want to die, and we are desperately protected, don't look at the fact that I was able to take out a few taels of silver just now, in fact, my pocket is very empty."
Father Wen frowned, embarrassed and said, if the people who come to work are people who are willing to work hard, he is naturally willing, I am afraid that the hands and feet of the people who come are inconsistent, and no one's money is blown by the wind.
Before doing the work, the words must be clear, otherwise, when the time comes, there will be a real problem, and the people on both sides will not look good, after all, the recommender is Wu Changsheng, if someone really plays tricks, will he handle it well, or not?
The two sides are not people, and after thinking about it, Father Wen still decided to make his words clear.
has lived to this age, so he can't understand the twists and turns in his heart, isn't he afraid that someone will play tricks, Wu Changsheng spit out a smoke ring, was silent for a moment, and said in a deep voice: "I understand what you say, don't worry, I have a success in my heart about the candidate for building a house." ”
Before Father Wen could continue to speak, he continued: "If you believe me, leave this matter to me, I don't exaggerate, what is my house, what can I ask someone to build your house, within a day, the custodian will call all the people for you, what's the matter?" ”
"That's naturally good, with the village chief here, what can't be done? The village chief, as long as it is the person you choose, it is naturally good, this is all from a village, not to mention anything else, whose family's temperament is not clear? With your words, I am also relieved. Father Wen looked at him and said with a smile.
When the words fell, Mother Wen glanced at him appreciatively, and called Father Wen's tail up to the sky.
I don't know, I was startled when I heard it, and I was stunned at the door, but when I entered the house, I started Tai Chi with Wu Changsheng, and I was worthy of being a civil official.
Sold poor, buried in the head, this is Jiang Zhimiao's most intuitive feeling of Father Wen, I didn't realize it before, he has such a mouthful of kung fu, come out early to show her hand, she can still steal a teacher.
In the unilateral flattery, the transaction was finally ended, and Aunt Sun still had some conscience, looking at a few people who didn't end it for a while, carrying a bucket, and going to the stove to boil a few pots of water.
It's coming, you can still drink a few sips of hot water, speaking of which, Jiang Zhimiao is distressed by the gift he just gave out, with so many things, he can't drink two more sips of water, this deal is indeed a bit of a loss.
Fortunately, the thing was done, thinking about the big house that was about to be built, Jiang Zhimiao felt in his heart, not to mention how beautiful it was.
I came over early in the morning, chattering, and it was only decided about the hour, and Father Wen thought, if I don't go back, my mouth will be worn out.
Before leaving, Jiang Zhimiao carefully looked at the house of the village chief's house, and it was indeed just like Wu Changsheng said, this house was really good.
It's not like modern here, there are no tofu scum engineering building materials, she doesn't believe it, someone is watching it personally, can something happen under her own nose? If something really happens, then Jiang Zhimiao will not be called Jiang Zhimiao.
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It is estimated that someone has recently obtained their own homestead approval, and there is a bustle outside, chattering non-stop, talking about the homestead.
The two best plots of land in Sweetwater Village were picked up by their own family, others have grievances in their hearts, and Jiang Zhimiao also knows it, but this kind of thing is on a first-come, first-served basis, three-year-old children know that a group of adults are chewing the root of their tongues together, is it possible that they are all blinded by lard?
They are all real villains, if there is anything that cannot be said to their faces, they have to chew the root of other people's tongues behind their backs, and if they want her to say, they will be beaten lightly.
Jiang Zhimiao really didn't have the heart to care about this idle matter, there were many people who went to build houses these days, and he couldn't keep an eye on it all the time.
Speaking of which, the people selected by Wu Changsheng are really good, they are all willing to work hard, they are paid enough, they are full, and the workers have a smile on their faces all day long.
If you can't manage your own family affairs, how can you still manage others and gossip? Jiang Zhimiao grimaced, yelled at them, and hurried home.
The group of people who chewed the root of their tongues were stunned by the roar, shut up, and didn't dare to talk nonsense, this girl has a lot of strength, and then go up to touch the moldy head, then it will really become a pig's head three, not to mention the side, even if you are beaten, you can also be beaten into a pig's head three.
It still hasn't rained these days, seeing that one-tenth of the time has passed, and it's still not raining, Jiang Zhimiao is sad, and there are a few bubbles on the side of his worried mouth.
To be honest, a few days ago, she was still looking forward to the rain every day, and she could receive rootless water, but these days, she didn't want it to rain all day, the house had just started, and this rain would not stop work.
The random tasks are said to be random, and Jiang Zhimiao's mentality is also flattened.
I thought it would take a while for it to rain, but it was pouring rain in the town.
Jiang Zhimiao stood under the eaves of the porch, looking at the fickle sky, and his mood became complicated.