"Are you here to help?" Chen Changyuan asked.
A middle-aged man stepped forward, rubbing his hands awkwardly: "I heard you're short of staff, so a few of us..."
"good!"
Chen Changyuan readily agreed, "50 cents a day, with lunch provided. If you do a good job, I'll hire you long-term."
This salary was considered high in the village, and several people were overjoyed.
Chen Changyuan pulled a coil of rope and a few wooden stakes from his backpack and handed them to the workers. "Let's mark out the boundaries first. Although this piece of land is continuous, it needs to be divided into several areas to grow different medicinal herbs."
"Brother Changyuan, how many plots should be allocated for such a large piece of land?"
A young worker asked, wiping the sweat from his forehead.
"At least score six."
Chen Changyuan pointed to the edge of the field and said, "Astragalus, Codonopsis, and Angelica each take up a piece, and the rest is planted with Aconite and Angelica dahurica."
As soon as he finished speaking, a mocking laugh was heard from a distance.
Zhou Dazhu and a few of his lackeys stood on the edge of the field, looking at this side coldly.
"Hey, isn't this my 'good brother'?"
Zhou Dazhu said sarcastically, "Growing so many medicinal herbs, aren't you afraid of losing so much money that you can't even afford to wear your pants?"
Chen Changyuan didn't bother to pay attention to him. He turned to the workers and said, "First, mark out the land on the east side. The soil here is soft and suitable for growing astragalus."
"Oh, you even know how to look at the soil quality?"
Zhou Dazhu continued to mock, "I think you're just messing around here. When autumn comes and you can't harvest many herbs, you'll cry!"
Old Yuantou happened to be passing by and got furious when he heard this: "Zhou Dazhu, stop talking nonsense! Changyuan is a steady worker, unlike you who idles around all day."
Zhou Dazhu's face darkened and he wanted to say something, but was glared back by Old Yuantou.
Chen Changyuan concentrated on directing the workers to work, dividing the land into pieces with ropes.
The sun was setting and his clothes were soaked with sweat.
"Long term,"
The old man handed over a pot of water and said, "You are quite particular about dividing the land."
Chen Changyuan took the water and took a sip, then smiled and said, "Uncle Yuan, this is something I've been thinking about for a long time. Different medicinal herbs require different soil environments. If you plant them together randomly, the yield will definitely not increase."
"You kid,"
The old man nodded approvingly, "You know quite a lot."
Seeing that the sun was about to set, Chen Changyuan wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at the six planned plots of land in front of him with satisfaction.
Each plot of land was clearly marked with stakes and ropes, and even the direction of the canal was planned.
At this moment, a worker suddenly shouted: "Oh no! The rope on the east side is broken!"
Chen Changyuan ran over and saw that the rope had indeed been cut with a knife.
He looked around and saw Zhou Dazhu and a few others hiding in the bushes in the distance and laughing.
"Oh,"
Chen Changyuan sneered, "It seems someone is just too bored."
Old Yuan was so angry that he stamped his feet. "Zhou Dazhu is really getting more and more outrageous! Do you want me to go and settle the score with him?"
"No need, Uncle Yuan."
Chen Changyuan pulled out a new roll of rope from his backpack. "I've been on guard against them doing bad things, so I prepared some extra rope. Let's just pull it again."
In the afterglow of the setting sun, Chen Changyuan and the workers re-fixed the rope.
He stood at the edge of the field, looking at the neatly planned medicinal herb field in front of him.
As the sun sets, Chen Changyuan and his workers have completed the planning of the entire plot of land.
"Let's all go back. We have to come back to plant herbs early tomorrow morning."
Chen Changyuan took out a few crumpled bills and distributed them to the workers. "Thank you for your hard work today. Here's your wages."
"Brother Chen, you are such a real person!"
The middle-aged man took the money, his face full of gratitude, "In our village, with the current situation, it's good enough to find a job, and you pay such a high salary."
"You deserve it."
Chen Changyuan patted his shoulder and asked, "Are you coming tomorrow?"
"Come! Of course!"
Several workers answered in unison.
After watching the workers leave, Chen Changyuan picked up the tools on the ground and prepared to pack up and go home.
At this moment, he noticed a figure not far away, Lin Xiaoya?
What is she here for?
Lin Xiaoya's figure seemed a little blurry in the night.
She hesitated for a while, and finally walked slowly towards Chen Changyuan.
"Changyuan, are you still busy so late?"
Lin Xiaoya's voice trembled slightly, as if she was hiding some emotion.
Chen Changyuan turned around and looked at Lin Xiaoya, but his heart no longer had the same excitement as before.
He calmly replied, "Yes, the land has been planned and we will start planting medicinal herbs tomorrow."
Lin Xiaoya lowered her head, her fingers twisted nervously together. "I heard you were going to grow medicinal herbs, and I felt... a little worried. Do you understand medicinal herbs? What if you lose money?"
Chen Changyuan sneered: "Don't worry about my affairs. But you, is Zhou Dazhu good to you?"
When Lin Xiaoya heard Zhou Dazhu's name, her face suddenly turned pale.
She bit her lip and forced a smile: "He... he's fine. Changyuan, actually, I came here today to tell you..."
Before he could finish his words, Zhou Dazhu's roar suddenly came from a distance: "Xiaoya! What are you doing here?"
Lin Xiaoya trembled all over and turned around in panic.
Zhou Dazhu strode over, put his arm around Lin Xiaoya's shoulders, and glared at Chen Changyuan fiercely.
"Chen Changyuan, what are you talking about with my wife here?"
Zhou Dazhu said sarcastically.
Chen Changyuan looked at them coldly: "Nothing to talk about."
Zhou Dazhu snorted coldly, turned to Lin Xiaoya and said, "Go home!"
Lin Xiaoya lowered her head and obediently followed Zhou Dazhu away.
After taking a few steps, she suddenly turned around and looked at Chen Changyuan.
Chen Changyuan watched their receding backs, and the memories of his past life came flooding back like a tide. The pain of being betrayed and abandoned seemed to resurface before his eyes.
Now he is no longer the ignorant boy, he has more important things to do.
Just as Chen Changyuan was about to leave, a familiar voice came from behind him: "Changyuan, why don't you go home?"
When I turned around, it was Old Yuantou.
The old man was holding a bamboo basket with a few steamed buns and some side dishes in it.
"Uncle Yuan, what are you doing...?"
Chen Changyuan asked with some confusion.
The old man smiled and said, "I guess you've been busy all day and haven't eaten. Look, I brought you some food."
Chen Changyuan felt warm in his heart and took the bamboo basket: "Thank you, Uncle Yuan, you are so polite."
Old Yuan waved his hand. "Don't be polite with me. By the way, I saw Zhou Dazhu and Lin Xiaoya walking past here just now. Did they cause you any trouble?"
Chen Changyuan shook his head and looked at Old Yuantou calmly: "It's okay, Uncle Yuan. They are just passing by."
Old Yuantou, however, looked unconvinced and frowned as he said, "I just saw it from a distance. Zhou Dazhu looked like he was ready to eat someone. This kid has relied on being the Zhou family's biological son to do a lot of immoral things over the years."
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