I spent three or four days wandering around Shanghai. Although it was tiring, it went smoothly overall.
Because Gao Mingsheng had given instructions, virtually no department made things difficult for Fu Wan and her group.
Although the relevant permits will not be issued for the time being, Fu Wan and Qin Fu have at least figured out the general process.
The road construction in Shanghai went very smoothly, but the road construction in Fujia Village was somewhat bumpy.
To be precise, the specific reason was that some villagers were not very cooperative.
Regarding Fu Wan's donation to repair the road, on the day Fu Wan set off for Shanghai, Village Chief Fu called everyone to a meeting at the village committee via the loudspeaker.
The content of the meeting was very simple: each family should provide at least one worker to help. The cement that Fu Wan bought wouldn't be laid on the road by itself; someone would have to mix it.
The most crucial thing is that the radio said there would be a typhoon in a few days, and they need to repair the village roads before the typhoon arrives.
Otherwise, the newly purchased cement would be wasted.
Everyone listened to what Elder Fu, the village chief, said.
After all, road construction is a good thing. With well-constructed roads, not only will children be less likely to slip and fall on bumpy roads, but adults will also feel proud to go out on them.
So, early the next morning, the women and children in the village went to the beach to collect broken stones.
The men who didn't go out to sea carried stones to pave the road, filling in all the potholes. Boss Fu led his men early in the morning with shovels and hoes to level the road, and everyone looked very energetic.
In order to get the cement road built as soon as possible, most families involved not just one person, but the whole family, with even young children picking up stones on the beach.
Of course, some are diligent, while others are lazy.
The Fu family is a typical example.
Ever since she heard that Village Chief Fu had praised Old Man Fu's charitable act of contributing money in front of everyone at the meeting, Old Lady Wang felt extremely uncomfortable.
A thousand dollars! What's wrong with a thousand dollars? Why take it out and throw it on the ground to fix the road?
They're all from the same father, so why is it that Fu Lao's family is so prosperous while my family is so poor that we can't even afford a meal!
Everyone knows his family has made a lot of money, and we usually try to avoid seeing it. But now he's spending a thousand yuan to repair the road. What's he doing, showing off that his family is rich now?
Ha, Old Lady Wang would rather not walk on that cement road than work for a capitalist!
The more Old Lady Wang thought about it, the angrier she became. Not only did she refuse to go herself, she even forbade Fu Lao Er from going.
She was thinking to herself that if they were short-handed, Boss Fu would have to come and ask her to do some work.
However, when Boss Fu got busy, he completely forgot about her!
In fact, there was indeed a shortage of manpower. In addition, after buying cement, Boss Fu still had a lot of money left. So he simply discussed with Village Chief Fu and the others, and decided to call back all the villagers who were unloading goods at the dock. They wouldn't work for free; they would all be paid.
To put it simply, in addition to the regular workforce, the extra workers receive three yuan per day.
Children who collect stones should also be rewarded: one stone for those over eight years old, and five stones for those under eight.
As soon as the news came out, people from not only Fujia Village, but also neighboring villages came to ask if they could participate.
At first, Grandma Wang was reserved, but as soon as the news of the wages came out, she was the first to rush out.
But can she work honestly? That's definitely not the case.
She just wanted to occupy the spot and get paid for nothing. In a day, others carried dozens of loads of stones back and forth, while she carried less than five loads in total.
The number of stones he collected was even less than that of a spirit that was only a few years old!
Everyone's not blind; we can't tolerate this kind of typical lazy bum.
So someone immediately ran to complain to Boss Fu and Village Chief Fu, and Village Chief Fu was so angry that his beard stood on end.
With a wave of his hand, he disqualified Old Lady Wang from participating, gave her five loads of stones, gave her five cents, and told her to get lost.
Old Mrs. Wang couldn't accept it, so she sat down on the ground and threw a tantrum.
If Fu Wan were in the village right now, she would inevitably marvel at how thick-skinned Old Lady Wang was.
"Why can't I participate? It's not like I haven't done any work!"
"If you won't let me do it, I'll report you to the county authorities! You bunch of capitalist lackeys, you're all bad elements!"
These words nearly made the old village chief faint with anger. His ancestors for five generations had all been poor farmers, and in all his years, no one had ever dared to insult him like that.
Upon hearing this, Liu Sanniang threw down her carrying pole, rolled up her sleeves, and rushed over.
"You son of a bitch, try swearing again! Who's the bad capitalist? You think you're right just because you're coasting along here!"
Look at the work you've done! You've disgraced us farmers! Giving you five cents is already a generous gesture from Boss Fu, and you still want to complain? Do you even know where the road is in the county town?
If you keep whining, you can forget about the 50 cents, and your family should never walk on the village's paved road again! You might as well get out of Fu Family Village!
What kind of people are they? Do they really think they're easy to talk to?
Road construction is a happy event, but some ill-intentioned troublemakers just have to come out and invite trouble!
Liu San Niang's words were echoed by many people. These past few days, everyone has been working hard from dawn till dusk, eager to get onto the cement road as soon as possible.
Surprisingly, some people dared to blatantly slack off.
"How dare she talk about others? I think she's the real parasite on society, all she does is slack off and collect her wages!"
"Exactly! You even gave her 50 cents? If you ask me, don't give her a single cent!"
When Grandma Wang heard that these people were eyeing her five cents, she spat and cursed back, then quickly got up, grabbed the five cents, and ran away.
Although Old Lady Wang has passed away, Wang Zhaodi and Fu Lao Er are still working.
Fu Lao Er had a bad back, so he would work for half a day and then go home to slack off. Wang Zhao Di, on the other hand, kept quiet and worked for three days in a row.
The villagers' efforts were immense. In three days, all the roads in the village, big and small, were paved with cement and covered with thick layers of dry grass.
Not only were all the roads leading out of the village paved with cement, but even the road by the sea was paved with cement by everyone.
The path along the beach is two or three meters wide. Everyone runs over to check it out from time to time, just waiting for the cement to dry so they can walk on it and see what it feels like.
After a few days, although the road was not completely dry, the villagers of Fujia Village were already walking with a brisk pace.
The people were happy not only because of the cement road, but also because almost every household received some wages during the road construction.
Although it only adds up to a little over ten yuan per household, if everyone saves a little, this money can last for one or two months.
Everyone admires Master Fu for his straightforward and honest approach to things.
Just as the cement road was almost dry, and Village Chief Fu bought a pair of firecrackers to celebrate in the ancestral hall, Fu Lao Er's family started making trouble again.
Wang Zhaodi was beaten by Old Lady Wang.
He was beaten quite badly; blood was flowing all over his head, face, and clothes.
"What happened? How did it get like this?"
Upon hearing this news, Village Chief Fu frowned deeply.
He initially thought it was just a minor squabble, but when he arrived and saw the blood, he realized it was no longer a simple conflict.
Old Mrs. Wang was initially a little scared, but when she saw Fu Lao Er standing blankly to the side, she became confident again.
“Village chief, Wang Zhaodi deserved to be beaten. You don’t know, she doesn’t use the money she earns for household expenses. Instead, she secretly keeps it as her private savings. I suspect she’s keeping a lover outside of my son’s life!”
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