Chapter 3394 Extra Zhou Yin 9
Zhou Yin hummed, his voice barely rising, only slightly raising it so everyone could hear: "This job didn't come easy. The manager and I have patted our chests to guarantee that you can do it. Once you go, be careful. Even if you're hungry, you can't touch anything you shouldn't. You also have to protect the things in the store. Is that okay?"
"No problem, no problem," the village chief replied, and asked, "How many people do they want?"
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in and outside the courtyard stepped forward and stared at Zhou Yin with sharp eyes.
"Thirty-two."
The village chief was stunned, "This..."
This number of people basically includes all the young and strong men who can work in the village.
Zhou Yin's vision blurred. He took a few steps back and leaned against the pillar of the village chief's cowshed. He said to them, "This is all hard work, so I sent you a meal in advance. Eat up and come with me to the county tomorrow."
Zhou Yin gestured to Zhou Dalang to open the cloth bag he brought, which contained a large pancake squeezed together.
As the tightly tied cloth bag was opened, the faint aroma of the cake emanated, causing a commotion among the crowd.
The village chief immediately yelled, "Don't move, let Uncle Yin do it."
But he was a new village chief and didn't have much prestige yet. In the end, an old man slammed the table and said, "What are you doing? What are you doing? There are 32 of us. At least one person from each family can go out, and some even have two. If something goes wrong, no one will be able to go."
Only then did everyone quiet down.
The old man looked back at Zhou Yin and saw that he looked dazed. He knew that he was hungry, so he reached out and took out a cake, grabbed a piece and stuffed it into his mouth. Then he turned around and said to the villagers, "Young and strong people who can carry bags and work, please stand up. We will count and give out cakes according to the number of people."
Everyone crowded forward to line up.
Zhou Yin ate a small piece of bread and drank two bowls of water. He finally recovered. He stepped forward and said, "There are thirty-two people. I know the number by heart. I'll call out your names and you can come up and take them."
Zhou Yin took the cake from the old man and first called Zhou Dalang's name, then put the cake with a missing corner into his hand. Then he started calling the names of others, "Dayong..."
He took into consideration everyone in the village who was between fifteen and thirty-five years old, no more, no less, exactly thirty-two people, with at least one person from each family.
Zhou Yin distributed the cakes, rolled up the empty bag and said, "I don't care how you divide the cakes, but at least you have to be strong. Otherwise, if the steward doesn't like you and sends you back tomorrow when we go to the county town, I can't do anything about it."
The young and strong men who were excitedly about to tear up the cakes to share with their families also calmed down a little. "Yes, we have to save them. We need to have strength for tomorrow."
Zhou Yin ignored them and took Zhou Dalang home.
Zhou Dalang followed him, holding the cake with a missing corner, and asked anxiously, "Uncle, why don't you have one? Didn't you find this job? You should have a cake too."
The villagers nearby were also puzzled when they heard it. Yes, why doesn’t Zhou Yin have any cakes?
At the old Zhou family, Qian had already gotten out of bed and was sitting in the main room with Zhou Jin, looking at the grain bag in the middle. Several children were squatting beside them, all a little scared.
When she saw Zhou Yin coming back, Qian stood up immediately, and she staggered a little because she stood up too quickly.
Zhou Yin hurried forward to support her, "Sister-in-law."
Qian grabbed his hand, stared at him and asked, "Tell me the truth, where did you get the food?"
"This bag of grain is so precious these days. Where did you get it? And you even found work for so many people in the village."
Zhou Yin lowered his head and stared at his toes and said, "I sold myself."
"What?" Qian murmured, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible, "What do you mean by selling yourself?"
Zhou Yin forced a smile and said, "Sister-in-law, that's a big business that passes through Luojiang County every year. I've planned it all out. Even if I leave with the business, I'll still come back every year. Just think of me as going out to work and I'll always be back."
Qian muttered to herself and was speechless for a long time.
Zhou Jin also held his head and said nothing.
They are not fools, nor are they pretentious. Their family is already penniless, and they know very well why Zhou Yin did this.
Zhou Yin comforted them, saying, "Brother, sister-in-law, don't worry. The manager of that business is on good terms with me. If I go with him, I'll have a good life and won't have to worry about food and drink."
Qian and Zhou Jin were not comforted. How could being a slave be so good? Life and death were only in the whim of others.
Qian looked at the bag of grain on the ground and asked, "Have you signed the contract?"
"I signed it. I came back today to pack my things and leave tomorrow."
The last bit of hope in her heart disappeared, and Qian turned around and went back to the house without saying a word.
Zhou Yin scratched his head and said to Zhou Jin, who was sitting with his head lowered, "Brother, go see my sister-in-law. It's not like I won't be back."
"This is not under your control," Zhou Jin said, "Can you still be the master's master?"
He turned around and went back to the house, where Qian was crying sadly under the quilt.
Zhou Jin sat on the edge of the bed and sighed. After a while, he reached out and pulled the quilt. Qian ripped it away and punched him with her fists. "I told you to be lazy, I told you to be lazy. I've told you so many times that there's no food left at home and people will die if a natural disaster strikes. But you just muddle along and won't move unless you're chased away..."
Zhou Jin held his head and let her hit him. Qian grabbed him and hit him, crying loudly, "Give me back my Xiaoyin, give me back my Erlang, you useless guy..."
Zhou Erlang ran to find Zhou Yin and said, "Uncle, my parents are fighting."
Zhou Yin was packing his luggage. He only had one set of clothes and nothing else to bring. Hearing this, he didn't even frown. "They're so hungry, how can they still fight like a flower? Don't worry about them."
Zhou Erlang sat down beside the bed, frowning, "Uncle, are you really selling yourself out?"
Zhou Yin said "hmm".
"Then how can I redeem you later?"
"Do I need you?" Zhou Yin said confidently, "I have monthly allowance. I'll save it. When I learn the skills, I'll redeem myself."
Zhou Erlang was incredulous. "If it were so good, wouldn't everyone in the world be vying to be your slave?"
"That's because they haven't found a good boss. I'm a good boss and I treat me better," Zhou Yin said. "It's definitely better than back home in the village. Don't worry about me anymore. Think about yourselves. After I leave, Dalang will go to the county to work. You're the eldest at home, so you have to take care of the family and save the food until the government releases it."
Zhou Erlang agreed.
Qian cried for a while, and finally packed three pairs of shoes for Zhou Yin with red eyes. Two of them were made before, for him and Zhou Dalang, and the other pair was made last night after staying up late.
good evening
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(End of this chapter)
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