"Hello, sister-in-law!" Wan Feng greeted An Lizhi politely.
"Mom! Uncle Wan is renting our house." Women are naturally quick-witted. Zhan Ling is only twelve years old, but she already has the rudiments of a quick talker.
"Uncle Wan also bought us a lot of delicious food." At this time, Zhan Shitou had to show his presence, but his vision was much narrower and he only cared about eating.
Not only talk but also actual action.
Zhan Shitou took out a piece of candy from his pocket, peeled off the candy wrapper and was about to stuff it into his mother's mouth, but was slapped back by his mother.
"Sister-in-law, I came to your Slow Guitar Village from out of town to do some business. I will stay at your house for three days."
"Uncle Wan gives us 100 yuan a day." Zhan Ling spoke quickly again.
An Lizhi's hands trembled. One hundred yuan a day, three days would be three hundred yuan. This...
This seems to be no different from a pie falling from the sky.
Three hundred yuan is enough for her family to live a good life for half a year, and if she tightens her belt, it is enough for her family's expenses for a year.
"Brother, what are you doing in our village?"
"To be exact, we're picking up a soybean ship, which won't arrive until the day after tomorrow."
An Lizhi was puzzled: "Then why did they come to the Slow Guitar dock to unload the goods?"
Normally, grain is shipped out from this wharf, but this is the first time that soybeans have been unloaded from this wharf.
"I don't know why we chose this place, sister-in-law! How much of your land have you harvested now? Have you harvested half of it yet?"
"You've seen the situation at my house. Your eldest brother can't do it with one hand, and I'm not in very good health. I can only mow half an acre a day. I've been working for five days now, so I still have five acres to mow."
Oh my god, she has only harvested two acres out of seven and a half acres. At this rate, it will take her ten days to finish harvesting the land by herself.
It will snow in Longjiang in ten days.
"In ten days it might snow. Isn't that too late?"
An Lizhi sighed, "This year, the harvest was completed in just two days, otherwise it wouldn't have been delayed."
"Sister-in-law, your family's land won't make much money even in a good year. It would be better to rent it out to someone else."
"Rent it to someone else? I can't even scratch it out, so how can I rent it to someone else? Besides, if I rent it to someone else, what will the chickens, ducks, geese, and dogs eat all year round? What will people eat?"
After all, they are farmers, and they don’t know what else to do except farming.
Wan Feng does not look down on farmers. His family himself comes from a farming background, so there is no question of discrimination against farmers.
But there is really no point in Zhan Honggui's family farming this little bit of land.
In addition to the cost of seeds, pesticides, fertilizers and labor, you can still make 500 to 700 mu of land in a good year, and it would be good if you don't lose money in a bad year.
Besides, there is no one in his family to do the farming, so what's the point of farming on such land?
"Is there anyone doing taxi business around here?" Wan Feng changed the subject and did not go deeper into this issue. He planned to discuss this issue with Zhan Honggui and his wife in the evening.
"You need to hire someone to do the work, but I don't think you can find anyone this season."
Come to think of it, everyone has land now, so it’s really hard to hire people.
"If you hire someone to harvest this little piece of land, how much would it cost per acre?"
"Just mowing the bean stalks is seven yuan an acre, and picking up the rice is another price, but I can't hire anyone to do it."
Seven yuan is not a low price for hiring a worker, and of course the work is tiring.
Harvesting soybeans is one of the most tiring farm work I have ever done at Wanfeng.
Planting rice and harvesting rice and soybeans—these tasks, in Wan Feng's eyes, are the most tiresome. They require hunched backs and are incredibly demanding. Regardless of whether other tasks are tiring, without a healthy back, you'll be exhausted to death.
Even if you have a healthy waist, your waist will be ruined if you do this kind of work all year round.
When Wan Feng was about to say something, he turned around and saw a jeep coming at him like a flying car, heading towards Slow Guitar Village.
Comrades Jiang and Tang are back.
"Sister-in-law, our people are here, I have to go back and take a look."
"Hey! Go back. After I finish mowing this ridge, I will go back and cook for you."
Wan Feng led Lingzi and Shitou back again.
When passing by Lingzi's house, I didn't see the jeep. I thought that Jiang Tang and others didn't know that Wan Feng had rented a house in Slow Guitar Village, so he probably went to the dock.
Although he didn't see the jeep at Lingzi's house, Wan Feng unexpectedly saw Zhu Chuipao and a man who looked like a rural cadre, who were talking to Zhan Honggui in the yard of Zhan Honggui's house.
Han Guangjia stood at the door and looked at them expressionlessly.
"Why is a pig blowing bubbles in our house?" Zhan Ling's eyes widened.
"Who is that person?" Wan Feng knew Zhu Chuipao, but he didn't know the other person wearing a hat.
"Zhu Jianshe, our team leader, Pig Blowing Bubbles' big brother."
It turns out they are two brothers. What are they doing here?
Wan Feng was also puzzled, so he gave up the idea of looking for Comrade Jiang Tanger and walked back to Zhan Honggui's house.
"Zhu Jianshe, what do you mean by this? What do you mean my house is not suitable for human habitation? Does that mean that all of us in the family are not human beings?" Zhan Honggui's neck muscles were twitching and his eyes seemed to be red.
"Old Zhan, that's not what I meant. They are from the city, and they want to live in our village because they respect our village, but they should at least make a decent home, right? Your house is really not suitable for entertaining guests."
The man named Zhu Jianshe said with a forced smile that judging from his speech and behavior, he did look a bit like a captain.
"Haha, so your house is suitable for entertaining guests? You are just attracted by the 100 yuan a day they give you. Stop saying so many nice things."
At this time, Zhu Chuipai seemed impatient and roared, "Mr. Zhan, that's what I mean. What's the matter? If you still want to make a fuss, believe it or not, I will cripple your other hand too!"
Wan Feng's face darkened.
This is a typical village bully.
It seems that village tyrants have been part of human life since the day villages were established, and this type of people are always present.
Even a few decades later, village tyrants were still everywhere.
Wan Feng hated this kind of people the most from the bottom of his heart, and they were even more hated than those gangsters.
Because serious hooligans really don't bully ordinary people, but these things specifically bully the villagers.
"Brother Zhan, what's going on?"
Wan Feng walked into the yard and asked.
The man named Zhu Jianshe immediately smiled and said, "This comrade is from the city, right? This is what's going on..."
"I don't want to listen to you. I only want to listen to Brother Zhan's explanation." Wan Feng didn't give the other party any face at all.
Since he and Zhu Chuipao are brothers, they are naturally birds of a feather.
It was no big deal that Zhu Chuipao extorted some money from him to buy cigarettes and alcohol in the supply and marketing cooperative, and he didn't want to cause trouble, let alone just a few dollars. But Wan Feng couldn't tolerate him coming here to bully a disabled person.
What the hell!
We are all from the same village, we see each other every day, how can I feel embarrassed to do this?
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