The village heads were overjoyed and quickly bowed, saying, "Thank you, madam. We will definitely choose the best, most honest and hardworking men."
They were all eager to return and share the news with their villagers, so they hurriedly said goodbye and left. Meanwhile, the villagers of Linjia Village were once again excited when they saw the job posting for the distillery on the bulletin board.
"My goodness! The highest wage for a worker at the distillery is forty-eight coins a day! This is too generous of Aunt Lin's family!"
"Hehe, now I need some real men. I'm definitely going to choose that highest-paid concrete mixer."
"Sigh, I'm getting old. They need strong men. But I can still do some firewood work. I'll try my luck tomorrow. I can earn ten extra coins on the night shift."
"......"
Song Anxin set different wages for different jobs in the distillery. For example, mixing grains is a tiring job. Since their family has a large production volume, they need to mix the grains one batch after another. Also, the distillation cannot stop at night, so there are night shifts, and naturally, extra night shift pay should be given.
At this moment, a villager began to say, "I heard that not only people from our Linjia Village will be applying for jobs tomorrow, but villagers from nearby Dawu Village, Liujia Village, Shangyang Village, and Wangou Village will also come to apply for jobs at the distillery. This morning, the village head took several village heads from nearby villages to Aunt Lin's house for this very reason."
"Then our chances of being selected are greatly reduced. Really, why is the village head helping people from other villages? How could Aunt Lin agree to let them work in our village? Isn't this just giving people from other villages a free ride? We're from the same village, after all. Why can't we all be selected?"
A village woman rolled her eyes at him and said, "Aunt Lin can choose whomever she wants. This is her business, why are you meddling so much! Only you like to shirk your responsibilities, of course you're afraid of not being chosen."
"Hey, how dare you talk like that, you shrew? Don't think I don't know your family is from Shangyang Village. You want your family to come and do this good deed."
"What's wrong with that! My family members are much more hardworking than you, so why can't they do good deeds? You, on the other hand, can turn good deeds into bad ones!"
"......"
The two started arguing, and just then, Lin, the drunkard, staggered over, reeking of alcohol. Seeing the commotion, he quickly joined in, and when he heard someone mention his uncle, he immediately joined the fray.
He slurred at the villager, "You little brat, who do you think you are to talk back to my uncle! My uncle is the village head, why should you tell him what to do? You son of a bitch! *hiccup*..."
As he spoke, he let out another loud burp, which made the villager even angrier.
"What nonsense are you spouting! You're the one who talks back to the village head the most in the village, and you still have the nerve to talk back to me!"
"Hey, can I be like you? I'm my uncle's nephew..."
"......."
Just as the two were arguing, Lin Lizheng arrived at the scene without anyone noticing. Seeing this, he spoke up from outside the crowd:
"Alright, stop arguing! This was all obtained by their own village head. Although our village and the surrounding villages have some minor conflicts, we have always stood together through thick and thin. I remember decades ago, when there was a long drought, our village was completely without water for a period of time. It was the people from Wangou Village and Shangyang Village who provided water to our village without asking for a single grain of rice."
"The world has been peaceful for the past ten years or so. There are many things you don't know, and I don't blame you for that. Since the village heads from various villages have come to me for help, I will of course help them if I can."
As for why Fengnian's mother agreed, it's because she's kind-hearted and generous, and willing to lend a helping hand to people from nearby villages.
The village head glanced at the villager who had just been jumping up and down: "I remember your wife helped Fengnian's family wash pig offal, right? You also earned a lot of money from building houses and workshops, and your family also got dividends from the persimmon cake workshop. What? You think you can get all the good things? Don't forget that your wife is also from Shangwu Village."
The villager's anger subsided immediately, his face showing his displeasure. He had just spoken without thinking. Oh dear, he hoped his wife wouldn't find out; she was a formidable woman, or he'd be sleeping on a cold bed.
The village headman scanned the villagers and continued, "Your lives are better now, so why can't you see others enjoying a better life too? Everyone has tasted the bitterness of poverty, and it's not pleasant."
Immediately, some villagers who shared the same thought felt ashamed. Yes, their lives were much better than before. Why couldn't their village help them out? How could they even have such thoughts? They deserved to die!
Some villagers were quite happy to see this, as their daughters or their maternal families lived in these villages. They didn't want their daughters to be poor while they were doing well, so they didn't need to rely on the daughters for help all the time.
At this moment, Aunt Zhao's husband, Zhao Zhuangniu, said, "Whether it's people from other villages or people from our own, Aunt Lin will definitely choose the most capable ones. As long as you are down-to-earth and capable, you don't have to worry about not being selected."
Everyone immediately agreed, saying, "That's right. As long as you're honest and capable, why should you be afraid of being outdone by people from other villages? If you are outdone, it's your own fault for being useless. Who else can you blame?"
Everyone was instantly fired up, thinking that they must show their best tomorrow.
Lin the Drunkard then realized, what? Lin's Second Sister-in-law's distillery is hiring?! How could this distillery not need him, Lin the Drunkard?
Meanwhile, at Song Anxin's home, Song Anxin came out of the study after finishing drawing blueprints and waited for her second son to arrive in her room.
Lin Fengshou arrived shortly afterward. "Mother, is there something you need?"
Song Anxin said, "Fengshou, come and sit down. You've worked hard at the winery. Did Master Liu send someone to deliver the grain for brewing today? And how are the other arrangements going?"
Lin Fengshou said, "Mother, I've already had Anlu post the recruitment notice on the village bulletin board. The sorghum was unloaded this morning, all fifty distillation stills have been set up, and the large iron pots and wine jars have also been delivered. I've checked everything else, and now all we need are workers."
"Good, good, you did a great job. Fengshou, from now on this winery will be in your hands. Anlu will follow you from now on. Don't worry, your mother will be with you in the early stages, and your older brother will also help you, but from now on you'll mainly be on your own." Song Anxin said to him with a smile.
Lin Fengshou looked up and saw his mother's smiling eyes filled with boundless trust in him. He solemnly said:
"Mother, I will definitely not let you down."
Song Anxin nodded with satisfaction. She had done all the preparations for the winery with Lin Fengshou. Lin Fengshou had grown a lot since the last incident. He was methodical and composed in his work. She had just noticed that Lin Fengshou had grown taller, his face had lost some of its childishness, and even his voice had changed. Sigh, children really do grow up in the blink of an eye.
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