But that's none of her business; as long as she can do less work, that's fine!
And Hu Wenhua is back too, so I can have more free time to spend with him now that I'm doing less work...
The old village chief's aged eyes swept around the area, and he asked in a deep voice, "Who else is there? Tell us all so we can redistribute the land later."
Everyone had their doubts, and many families were eager to try and bring it up.
Thinking of his large family, the newly built tiled house, the grain in the warehouse, and the rabbits that were almost ready for market... he ultimately suppressed the thought.
We still have to build the wall eventually. It wasn't easy for the old village chief to get the group together. If we can't build it this time, we can forget about it in the future!
They looked at the section of road that Fan Qian and Zhang Tuzi's families had separated and sighed.
The old village chief will definitely redistribute these lands later, with each family taking over a portion of the land they build first. It seems there's no other way.
The old village chief asked again, and seeing that the crowd remained silent, he continued, "Alright, let's talk about the rewards."
Upon hearing about the reward, Sun Jinhua, who was on the ground, opened her mouth. What kind of reward is this?
Fan Qian lowered his head and curled his lips indifferently. The old village chief was really putting on a show. His family was well-off in the village, and the whole family was united and hardworking, but they had supported Changlin's education, so even if they had some savings left, they wouldn't have much.
What kind of reward can he offer? Let alone something decent.
If it were just a few pounds of dark flour, that would be laughable. Even if his family wasn't getting enough to eat, he wouldn't bother earning those few pounds of dark flour—the effort wouldn't even cover the cost.
Zhang Chunhua looked at the old village chief, nervously wringing her hands. She didn't want to work, but she also wanted a reward.
The same applies to Fan Erzhu, Sanzhu, and Sizhu.
In the silence, the old village chief's voice was exceptionally clear: "Master Bai gave Jinxiao's family dozens of broadswords. All the men from our village who have gone out have used them. They know whether they are good or not."
Now Hu Shuiqing has offered to give fifty broadswords to our village, and I will distribute them.
The onlookers stared wide-eyed, speechless for a long while.
Fan Erzhu's mouth was wide open, of course he knew about those knives!
He also held it; the blade was sharp, and although it was over a meter long, it was very light and not too heavy.
Walking down the street with a knife in hand, the disaster victims and refugees who had been staring at them all timidly looked away, and many passersby cast envious glances at them, making them look incredibly imposing.
Sun Jinhua didn't know much about knives, but she knew they were expensive. The family's old kitchen knife had been divided among the households and given to Hu Shuiqing. The new kitchen knife cost about two hundred coins, which almost broke her heart.
A kitchen knife costs over two hundred coins, and a large knife requires even more iron and involves more processing steps, so it must be even more expensive.
Hu Shuiqing is such a fool! He could have taken all those broadswords and sold them in the city! Instead, he gave them to the villagers.
Fan Qian almost ground his teeth to powder.
His own younger brother got so many good knives, but instead of thinking of his own brother and four nephews, he handed them over to the old village chief, an outsider, to distribute!
They've really gone stupid from reading too much; their brains have been kicked by a donkey.
If you give it to him, he can sell it for several hundred coins and make a fortune.
"The wall is a matter for the whole village. Once it's built, every family will benefit. It's not just a matter for one household, but a matter for everyone."
Now there's no need to make things difficult, since both Fan Qian and Zhang Tuzi's families are unwilling, aren't they?
"If anyone is willing to build, let's give them a portion of the funds first."
No sooner had the old village chief finished speaking than a loud shout erupted from the crowd: "Me!"
"I can!"
Pick me!
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