Zhao Lizheng had a headache; he didn't want to see the Qiao family fall into such a predicament.
Although they can still make money in the future, it would be a pity to lose so much.
But this was a natural disaster, and the government had to clear the road bit by bit. What else could they do but wait?
Zhao Lizheng didn't have an idea for the time being.
Looking at Qiao Lian'er, he said, "Lian'er, just tell me what your plans are, and I'll see if I can help."
He felt that Qiao Lian'er must have some ideas, otherwise she wouldn't have brought this up with him on her own initiative.
“Uncle Zhao, here’s what I’m thinking. I plan to spend some money to hire the villagers to help clear and fill the road. With so many able-bodied people in the village, the road can be cleared in about half a month.”
Zhao Lizheng's eyes lit up immediately. Yes, with so many people in the village, building a road shouldn't be difficult.
The number of people sent to the government is usually small, so progress is slow. Given the severity of the road, it will probably take more than a month to finish.
If the village can provide manpower, the process will be greatly accelerated.
"Okay, I'll gather everyone in the village tomorrow and tell them about this."
Zhao Lizheng's current thought is that the Qiao family doesn't need to pay this money at all, but he can't say that himself.
"There are still two weeks until the autumn harvest, so everyone has time. I believe most people will be willing to participate when I give the call to action tomorrow."
With a solution in hand, Zhao Lizheng smiled again, and he was confident.
After all, everyone's food supplies were saved, and the mood was completely different.
After having tea and chatting about everyday matters for a while, Zhao Lizheng got up and went back.
Old Mrs. Qiao found a cloth bag, filled it with roasted melon seeds, roasted peanuts, candied cakes and the like, and also took a separate can of new tea.
“Nephew Zhao, you like this tea. And take these sweet cakes back for your grandchildren. You have a lot of children in your family.”
Zhao Lizheng was a little embarrassed to accept the heavy object.
"But this is too much, and you have children at home too."
As Zhao Lizheng spoke, he glanced at Qiao Lian'er, who was thin and small, about seven or eight years old, the age when she was craving snacks. But then he thought, Lian'er's mind is nothing like that of a child.
"Not much, not much. We still have some at home. The children eat it every day. Nephew Zhao, you've been helping us with such a big thing, it must have been hard work for you."
Zhao Lizheng wanted to say something, but Old Man Qiao pushed him aside for such a great contribution: "It's getting late and we won't be able to see the road. Nephew Zhao, you should go back quickly and watch your step."
Zhao Lizheng took these things out of the courtyard and smiled knowingly.
It's no wonder that the Qiao family, such an honest and kind family, is blessed.
Early the next morning, Zhao Lizheng gathered all the villagers together.
"Everyone, I won't beat around the bush. After the torrential rain, dozens of roads collapsed from Datian Village to Yongguan County. Lian'er's family wants to build a house and has already ordered the materials. They need to go to the end of the silver mine in half a month at the latest, but this road won't be open for at least a month."
"Lian'er means that the Qiao family will pay the labor costs, and everyone can work together to clear this road. If there are any obstacles, we can clear them; if there are any holes, we can fill them with earth and stones."
As soon as Zhao Lizheng finished speaking, he saw the second son of the Qian family step forward, his face not looking good, as if covered with a layer of frost.
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