"What?

300 a month! How come that's so much?

"Didn't city folks hear that factory workers only earn twenty or thirty yuan a month? You make 300 a month from this mine—you earn what others make in a year?"

The sixth brother's expression pleased Brother Shan, who patted the sixth brother on the shoulder with a smile.

"You're so naive. What's a little money to someone who earns 3,000 a month outside?"

As long as you work hard, Brother Shan will treat you well.

See what Brother Shan said? Isn't he right? If you work hard here, you'll earn way more money than those eggs and mountain produce you're making.

The sixth brother nodded immediately, his expression now showing a hint of willingness.

"Okay, I'll definitely work for you for 300 a month. I'll work for you for a year, not just six months."

"Not bad, not bad, young man, you have a bright future. Keep up the good work, and Brother Shan will not treat you unfairly."

You two rest for the night, and you'll join everyone else to work in the mine first thing tomorrow morning.

"From now on, we definitely won't indulge you anymore, but don't run around. There are rules here. You can't just wander around, and don't gossip to others."

After saying these words, Brother Shan left with his men, and the large iron gate actually opened.

Ouyang Zhenyu and Lao Liu exchanged a glance, both feeling heavy-hearted that the other party could offer 300 yuan a month.

This proves that the whole thing is definitely false.

Keep in mind that it's only been 1965.

The worker's monthly salary is only 26.5 yuan.

If an ordinary person heard that a monthly salary of 300 yuan was possible, they would be fighting tooth and nail to get it. But as you can imagine, there's no such thing as a free lunch.