The managers of Kaoshan Village all came from Qingping Mountain, but the victims didn't know it.
Hao Zhu was a man of humor and a lover of laughter, and had long been familiar with the disaster victims. "Wang Daneng, why don't you go to sleep and come here to ask questions?"
Wang Daneng chuckled, "I just saw that Manager Hao finally had some free time, so I came over to have a chat."
Hao Zhu wasn't really angry. He knew what Wang Daneng wanted to know. "After the house is built, there will be other work. Our boss said there's plenty of work. Don't worry about it."
"Who exactly is your boss?"
Hao Zhu's eyes showed longing, "We can't talk about our boss's affairs casually, I can only tell you that she is very capable.
Oh! It would be great if I could learn a few skills from the boss in my lifetime. "
Everyone in Qingping Mountain envied Dacheng and Xiaocheng because they did not belong to Qingping Village, they were Kang Yueran's people.
Wang Daneng interrupted Hao Zhu's reverie and said, "Manager Hao, my son is much stronger now than before. No matter where we are short of manpower, you must think of my family."
"I know your family's situation. It's not that I won't help you, but there are so many families in the same situation as yours. If I arrange a job for your son, then everyone else will come to me. What should I do?"
Wang Daneng was a little disappointed. "I know I've embarrassed Manager Hao, but my family is too large, and if I work alone, there really isn't enough food."
"I remember you said your wife is good at weaving?"
Wang Daneng perked up again, "Yes, my wife, my sister, and my eldest daughter can all weave, and they weave quickly and well.
Manager Hao, is your boss looking for a woman who can weave? My wife is also very good at making clothes, and simple embroidery is no problem."
Several people who were listening to their conversation attentively came over and said, "Manager Hao, my wife can also weave."
"My wife can do it too."
"And me, and me."
They were very excited and their voices were quite loud, attracting everyone's attention.
Wang Daneng was very angry and lowered his voice and said, "Keep your voice down! Do you want everyone to hear?"
A loud voice immediately waved his hands and said, "Yes, yes, yes, keep your voice down. No one can hear you."
Hao Zhu looked at him helplessly. Everyone heard the shout.
He stood up and said loudly to everyone, "Don't worry, if there is any work to be done, I will ring the gong to notify everyone. Alas! I just heard someone close to the boss mention it, but it hasn't happened yet. You guys just focus on your work first."
Wang Daneng really wanted to beat the loudmouth to death, "Why can't you be mute!"
The loud man knew he had made a mistake, so he lowered his head and did not refute.
Hao Zhu said to Wang Daneng and the others, "Alright, alright, go back and get some sleep. We still have work to do in the afternoon."
Wang Daneng went back dejectedly. Wang Dali, who was from the same village, came up to him and asked, "Da Neng, do you have any new work?"
"I don't know. I haven't found out yet, and those people messed it up. Ugh! So annoying!"
Wang Dali wasn't as smart as Wang Daneng. He said dryly, "Da Neng, you have a good relationship with Manager Hao. If you need any work, please consider my family."
The two were of similar age and had been friends since childhood. "Don't worry, if there really is work, I will definitely think of your family."
Several other people from the same village also ran over, all looking for Wang Daneng's help. He responded with a few words and sent them away.
If there was work, he would certainly be willing to help the villagers, but could there really be work? And when would there be work?
As the sun sets, the steward strikes the gong again, signaling that the day's work is over. Everyone puts away their work items and lines up at the village entrance.
Wang Dali had taken out a cloth bag beforehand, and when it was his turn, without waiting for the manager to ask, he spoke first, "My name is Wang Dali. I worked all day. I will get a steamed bun and ten cents in the evening. I don't want the money, I just want the steamed bun."
In addition to food, each person also received ten cents in wages. The victims could choose to take the ten cents, or they could choose not to take the money and take three steamed buns and a piece of pickled vegetable.
The manager made a note on the booklet so that people nearby could hear Wang Dali and gave him steamed buns and pickles.
Wang Dali walked quickly towards his wife and children, holding four steamed buns and pickles.
His wife, Mrs. Wu, and two sons and a daughter were eagerly waiting for him.
Wang Dali saw them, smiled, raised the bag in his hand, and ran over. "Today is still white flour buns."
Mrs. Wu took the bag and swallowed unconsciously when she saw the steamed buns. Then she took them out and divided them among the three children, one for each of them, and one for herself and Wang Dali.
Wang Dali stuffed the steamed bun into Wu's hand again and said, "I told you, this is for you. I can get another steamed bun tomorrow morning.
I had a very full lunch. The dishes were very oily. The steward who served the rice soup was very kind to me and gave me a bowl of thick soup. I am not hungry at all. Mother, please eat quickly.
Wu took a bite of the steamed bun, and her eyes turned red again, "It's delicious!"
Wang Erqiang bit the steamed bun and stuffed it into his mouth, mumbling, "Dad, when are you hiring again? I feel a lot stronger now than before."
Eating one steamed bun a day wouldn't make him any stronger, but he was very unwilling that he was not chosen.
When talking about this, the smile disappeared from Wang Dali's face. "The house is more than half built. I think it will be completed in another month." What will they do after it is completed?
The excitement they had just felt faded, and Wu asked, "Whose houses are they?"
Wang Dali shook his head. "I don't know. They only said that it was a merchant from Anzhou who built a house and sold it to his employees to live in."
Wang Dali's family was sleeping next to Wang Dali's house, and he was always listening to what they were saying.
Hearing this, he whispered to Wang Dali, "Don't worry, Dali. Manager Hao told me that their boss is very capable. He said there will definitely be other work after the house is built, so we don't have to worry."
These words did not comfort Wang Dali. Planting crops and building houses would eventually be completed. Then, where would his family go?
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