Uncle Chen found Chen Xian.
"I've found more than a dozen roof beams, do you want to go take a look?"
Chen Xian chuckled: "No need, I trust my uncle to handle things."
The foundation of the Chen family's land has been laid, and Chen Xian goes to supervise the construction from time to time. The villagers are familiar with him and greet him.
Everyone in the village now knows that it was Da Zhu's father who reminded the county magistrate to harvest the wheat early, which enabled everyone to have a bountiful harvest. Also, Chen Xian provided tuition fees for the village children to study, and now the Chen family runs a pig farm, a chicken farm, and builds houses, providing jobs for the villagers. In any case, Chen Xian is a benefactor of Qingxia Village.
Chen Xian's status in the village rose sharply, and people would subconsciously ask at every village meeting: "Is Da Zhu's father coming?" "Da Zhu's father agrees, and I agree too. Da Zhu's father, what do you think?"
They may not have ingenious ideas, but they certainly can't come up with ready-made answers, like copying homework.
As a result, strange things often happen.
Chen Xian: "I have some personal thoughts about this matter."
Villager A: "Me too..."
Villager B: "Just like him."
Villager C: "Me too."
Tiger's dad was carrying bricks when he greeted him with a smile: "Big Pillar's dad, taking a walk?"
Chen Xian nodded: "Mm."
Chunxiu's father was mixing mud and sand when he looked up and saw the two of them.
"Dad Dazhu, look how energetic the people in our village are at work."
You can tell from the foundation that the Chen family's new house occupies a huge area.
Everyone looked on with envy.
Uncle Chen took a puff of his pipe, inhaled deeply, and overheard the chatter of those around him.
"Brother Xian, I can understand building pig farms and chicken farms, but isn't it too conspicuous to build a big brick and tile house for your own house?"
Chen Xian nodded and said calmly, "Uncle is right. But people with a little money tend to be smug, and I... am no exception."
Uncle Chen opened his mouth; the child spoke very honestly.
Chen Xian looked into the distance and said calmly, "Uncle, don't worry. But if you open a pig farm, hire all those gossipy women and old men who like to talk about other people's business. Make them work, pay them wages, and have them work for four to five hours a day, in three shifts."
When they go to the toilet, they are supervised by designated personnel who calculate their urination time and do not give them a day of rest, treating them like livestock.
You tell me... Uncle, do these women still have the energy to make up stories about me?
"this?"
Uncle Chen frowned: "Is this some kind of good thing? They don't even get a day off, they just pay them to work?"
Chen Xian: "..."
This was the first time Uncle Chen had ever heard the term "three shifts".
However, it's not hard to understand; this divides the day into three segments.
This is the so-called "wolf spirit" formulated by some capitalists in later generations. In some large Internet companies, timers are set up on the toilet: how long have you been in the toilet?
On the dark, life-or-death assembly line, there's not even a moment to urinate. Once you leave, your workstation is piled high with stuff that you can't finish, you simply can't finish.
This company, which claims to represent the "wolf spirit" of the Chinese people, has an assembly plant where 97% of the frontline workers and process steps are standing. Perhaps this is why their products are so far ahead of the competition.
Li Niang was serving porridge to the villagers; for lunch, they had stir-fried wild vegetables with pork fat.
Shuangshuang serves food to the man.
The men watching couldn't wait any longer.
"Um, Tiger's dad, whose family in Qingxia Village is building a house? Do they need any help?"
Tiger's father said irritably, "No, get out of here. Many people in our village haven't found work yet, what are you doing here?"
The man who arrived was Liu Quan from Hongye Village, surrounded by about a dozen men.
The men watching started to jeer.
"Erquan, are you even capable? People can't even be bothered to talk to you."
Snickers arose, and some people in the crowd began to boo and jeer.
Liu Quan felt embarrassed, after all, his village had previously been involved in a shameful incident of stealing grain, which was always a disgraceful thing.
Now that people are laughing at me, I'm getting angry for no reason. To make matters worse, the weather is hot, and the cicadas and crickets are chirping incessantly, making my head buzz.
He grabbed Tiger's father's arm and said, "Chen Mancang, can't you speak properly?"
Tiger's father was already reluctant to talk to him, and seeing the other person's attitude, he shouted, "What do you want?"
A commotion broke out.
Uncle Chen and Chen Xian walked over.
That's when they finally understood what had happened.
The construction of the pig farm in Qingxia Village was a flurry of activity, with bricks being hauled in. Given the scale of the operation and the fact that the neighboring Hongye Village wasn't far away, the news quickly spread.
I heard that if you come here to work, you'll get over thirty coins a day, and lunch will be provided.
Close to home, high salary—where else can you find such a good deal?
So a dozen or so brave men, unafraid of being scolded, came over to try their luck.
Chen Xian was about to speak when he said that the pig farm was just starting out and didn't need so many people for the time being.
Uncle Chen said in a low voice, "I'll do it!"
The uncle, his face dark, scolded, "The pig farm is still under construction, and we don't need so many people building houses for the time being. If you have questions, ask them properly. Why did you resort to violence? People from Red Leaf Village are not welcome here. Please leave."
Liu Quan retorted, somewhat unconvinced, "You old man, your words are truly awful. Who are you to have such power to drive us away?"
Uncle Chen said proudly, "My nephew built the pig farm, he's my own son. What, is there a problem?"
Liu Quan and others: "..."
This was the first time Tiger's father had ever seen Uncle Chen so angry. Wasn't Uncle Chen always kind to people and rarely got into arguments?
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