Chapter 427: Ginger is still spicy with age
Neither Xu Yu nor Bai Ziqing considered Bai Chengren a serious dish. Such a filthy thing would not be on their table.
But when you live under someone's roof, you have to have some concerns.
Here, Bai Chengren is digging deep into the ground like a madman to arrest people everywhere, and they are opening a farm with great fanfare. Isn't that more or less offensive?
Unexpectedly, Sang Zhixia smiled faintly and said slowly: "Do it, why not?"
"Whoever gets anxious and angry when someone goes missing is someone else's business. It has nothing to do with honest and decent people like us. Why bother delaying your own plans?"
Chen Xiu personally witnessed everything they did and ate here today, and he could not find any fault with it.
The inn burned down, and leaving the place designated by Bai Chengren and moving to another place was a last resort, and it was not an intentional betrayal.
There is no need to feel guilty about something that is justifiable emotionally and morally.
Bai Ziqing pondered for a moment before chuckling. His teasing gaze shifted from Xu Yu's face to Sang Zhixia, and he cupped his hands in a gesture of admiration, "I'm convinced."
"It's true that people from the same family often marry one another. With such personalities, it's destined that you two should come to this family."
Xu Yu ignored his joke and simply said, "If we let an old poisoner, who is full of poison, get away, I wonder how many people in Shu will be worried and unable to sleep, and no one will care about us."
Even if they did nothing next, Old Qi, who had escaped from the sea of suffering with a deep hatred in his heart, would not be merciful.
It is foreseeable that life will become difficult for many people.
Xu Yu and Sang Zhixia decided not to sit back and watch the fire, and instead started thinking about the farm plan. That day, they posted a notice at the Shili Shed where the porridge was distributed: The farm is recruiting workers.
Regardless of gender, age, anyone who can do the work, once the local manager sees them and thinks they are capable, can be put on the roster and wait to be hired. There is plenty of work waiting to be done.
At first, some people just thought the word "farm" sounded strange and wondered what it was.
But as soon as he heard the explanation from someone who could read, his eyes began to light up.
"Does this farm pay workers? What kind of work do they do?"
"Will they still force us to..."
"Hey, it's not what you think."
The person reading the notice was quite cautious. He glanced at the guards and whispered, "Boiling salt privately is a life-threatening job. A few years ago, we were forced to do it. Now that we've finally escaped the guillotine, who would still be willing to do that?"
Thanks to the previous salt bandits in Qingcheng Mountain, a large number of salt workers were driven away and threatened so that they dared not go to the salt fields again.
In addition, the government has been much more restrained recently and no longer forces people to boil salt. It has also released the salt workers who were previously forcibly arrested and allowed them to return home.
Although the people who had suffered so much before still had not enough to eat, they all felt that their lives were much better now.
Just talking about the past again, I can't help but feel uneasy.
Those days when there was no way out were really difficult.
Some anxious people were even more excited after hearing this, rubbing their hands and shouting: "So, will we get paid? How much?"
The interrupted man looked back at the notice and read it in a serious tone: "Able-bodied laborers working in the fields will receive 30 wen a day, women 25 wen, the elderly 15 wen, and children 5 wen."
"The trial period is ten days. After the ten days, those who pass the trial can stay on the farm permanently, and the average wage will increase by ten cents..."
Every word on the notice was read out clearly one by one, and the people gathered nearby were stunned.
Someone couldn't help but exclaimed: "Wow, doesn't this mean that we can just go out into the fields and wield a hoe and do the assigned work well to earn wages?"
"Even the labor of children and the elderly is counted? Is it really that good?"
"Li Xiucai, are you seeing things? Can such a good thing be true?"
"Why isn't it true?"
Li Xiucai glanced at the questioner with dissatisfaction, pointed at the notice and said, "That's how it's written. I read every word correctly!"
"If you don't believe me, the person in charge is over there, just go and ask him!"
Sanyou Grain Store’s good reputation for charity has spread.
Thousands of people come here to beg for porridge every day, and many of them come from far away with their families.
One bowl of rice porridge per person a day is not much, but this extra bowl of porridge may save an extra life.
In desperate situations, any opportunity will not be missed.
Because no one would be willing to die like this.
People gradually gathered around the manager to inquire about the situation. As soon as he explained, someone immediately asked, "When can we start working?"
"Yes, yes, yes. Does your granary need anyone now? My family of five can do it today!"
"And me!"
"There are eight of us in my family, young and old. We can do anything as long as we give them food!"
The Shili Porridge Stall, which had quieted down because the porridge distribution time was over, was once again filled with the noisy voices of people.
Those who came in a hurry to ask questions were already accustomed to the logic of queuing up first for everything. The long tail of the crowd stretched out for a long time, and the sound of talking could be heard from all directions.
Sang Zhixia and Xu Yu had witnessed this scene in the northwest and their expressions were relatively calm.
When Bai Ziqing saw this, he was overwhelmed with indescribable emotions.
A bowl of porridge in difficult times is life-saving.
After the life-and-death crisis has passed, the wages given and a long-term, stable job are also life-saving.
A bowl of porridge saves one life, while the latter saves the lives of countless families, young and old, who have lost their livelihoods and don’t know how to survive.
If the farm project can be accomplished, it will be a great achievement.
Bai Ziqing turned slightly to look at Sang Zhixia, who was whispering instructions to Lingchu. After she finished, he said, "I see that the people under my elder sister are very measured and seem to be familiar with this. Are there farms like this elsewhere?"
Sang Zhixia nodded and smiled.
"It's the same back home."
With the experience of pioneering in the northwest, both she and the people who followed her were very clear about the next procedures to be done, and they were no longer in the initial panic.
Otherwise, time is tight and the task is heavy, and it will be much more difficult to get things done in such a short time.
Bai Ziqing was stunned when he heard the word "home". He laughed and said, "Since ancient times, it has been said that everyone longs to escape from this miserable place. But from what my eldest sister said, it seems to be a very good place."
Sang Zhixia thought about the deep-rooted misunderstanding people have about the Northwest and couldn't help but laugh, "Of course, home is the best place. How can anywhere else compare?"
"If you have time, why not take some time to visit my home? The scenery of mountains and rivers may not be as good as that of Shu, but the vast wilderness, snow-capped glaciers and picturesque scenery are certainly breathtaking, and it's nice to take a look."
Bai Ziqing thought about the scene described by Sang Zhixia, and a hint of longing appeared in his eyes: "Since I have been invited, I will definitely go someday, but..."
"Boss."
Song Liu, who had taken off his disguise, quickly walked up to Sang Zhixia and said in a low voice, "Boss, the two imperial envoys who were sent away were attacked on the road and are both dead."
Sang Zhixia looked surprised.
Xu Yu, who was concentrating on copying a book, raised his eyebrows and sighed with a smile: "Old ginger still has the spiciness."
The court sent a total of three imperial envoys to Shu. The first and second envoys all died, and they all died in Shu under mysterious circumstances.
Now, Bai Chengren, the governor of Shu, is not only unable to hold his position firmly, but is probably about to bang his head against the wall in frustration?
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