After Xiaoyu finished school, Song Yuehua asked her about Lu Hui.
Xie Yu said, "This child is quite honest. He doesn't make trouble in class and doesn't fight after class. But he just can't finish his homework."
"Can't be completed? What does that mean?" Song Yuehua asked.
Xie Yu said, "When he started school, he bought an old book, a brush, and a bag of paper, but he didn't buy any ink. I gave some to him during class."
"Oh..." Song Yuehua said, "So I have no ink to do my homework after I go back."
Xie Yu hummed and said, "I asked him to practice calligraphy on the slate with water at home. After he arrived at the school, I added some ink for him to practice on paper."
Song Yuehua stared outside and sighed softly.
"Sister Song, why did you want to ask about Lu Hui?" Xie Yu asked.
Song Yuehua told her about Lu Hua.
After listening to this, Xie Yu was stunned for a while before saying, "At least two years later, 12 years old is still too young."
"Fourteen is not too old," Song Yuehua said, "If you really want to get married, 20 or later is about the right age."
Xie Yu looked helpless, she didn't want to get married early.
There are so many things to take care of after getting married, and she wants to teach for a few more years.
Xie Yu thought that it was necessary to discuss this matter with Zhang Rushan.
When thinking of Zhang Rushan, Xie Yu couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, and his cheeks turned slightly red.
A few days later, Qin Xiuxiu found 20 temporary workers.
Except for Song Da and Song Er who were collecting farm manure outside, all the farmhands were working in the fields.
There were more than 30 people in total, including permanent and temporary workers, and they were working very enthusiastically.
Some men took off their outer coats, exposing their arms and necks; they were wielding hoes, carrying loads on their shoulders, talking and laughing, and working in a lively manner.
The morning sun is gentle and warm when it shines on people's bodies.
The people working had a layer of sweat on their bodies, which sparkled in the sunlight.
Song Yuehua recognized several people from her own village. Qin Xiuxiu specifically introduced to her those from other villages, telling her their names and a general description of their situation.
After listening to the crowd, Song Yuehua found out that most of these people from other villages were from Qin Xiuxiu's mother's home, Luoxia Village.
"Boss, these people are me..." Tan Xiuxiu wanted to explain.
Song Yuehua smiled and said, "Since the matter has been handed over to Aunt Qin, you just need to do it. I only have two requirements here: be honest and work efficiently."
For Song Yuehua, as long as she does her job well and takes proper care of her family, it is all normal.
When Zhou Dafu was the manager, many people from Caiyun Village came.
Among the people in this village, besides Jiang Mei, there is also the Niu family.
Song Yuehua and Qin Xiuxiu had agreed that no matter which village the people were from, they would not be hired if they could not do the work.
"I understand this." Tan Xiuxiu nodded, "I will also keep a close eye on Jiang Mei."
Song Yuehua looked at Jiang Mei who was working by carrying soil in the distance. She seemed to be quite strong. If she could keep working so hard, it would be worthwhile to hire her.
Jiang Mei herself had also inquired, and found out that about 7 of Song Yuehua's long-term workers would be retained.
Judging from Tan Xiuxiu's tone, whether she can stay depends entirely on herself.
If she was caught cheating while working, even if the two families had a favor, Qin Xiuxiu would not protect herself.
After saving her son's life, you just want to get rid of yourself like this?
Although Jiang Mei was dissatisfied in her heart, she did not dare to confront others face to face.
Not to mention that she hasn't signed a long-term employment contract yet. Even if she has, if Tan Xiuxiu doesn't like her and asks her to leave, she will have to leave.
Jiang Mei took a deep breath and went to the manure pit carrying the empty manure bucket.
"Hey, isn't this Dalang's wife?"
Su Erdan came over to talk to Jiang Mei, smiling innocently, "You are a woman, why are you carrying this dung bucket? Let me do it, let me do it."
As Su Erdan was about to step forward to grab the carrying pole, Jiang Mei turned around, and a lot of residue splashed out of the bucket.
Su Erdan quickly stepped back.
"I'm so sorry, Uncle Su, I didn't do anything to you, I've already picked you out several times, please don't get yourself stained with the stink, and besides, your thighs are not as thick as my arms, how can you do this job?"
Jiang Mei said this, laughed twice and left.
"Bah!"
Su Erdan let out a loud "Puh" sound, and after the people left, he looked at his thigh again and said, "Hmph!"
Little did she know that after Jiang Mei turned around, she also had a bad look on her face and spat heavily.
Although these twenty-odd people are temporary workers, because the workload is quite heavy recently, the compound also provides them with two meals.
After dinner, Jiang Mei returned home and quickly took a shower.
After returning to the house, Song Dalang was reading and writing under the oil lamp. Seeing Jiang Mei's hair was wet, he took out a dry towel from the cabinet and handed it to her.
Jiang Mei asked while wiping her hair, "What did the South Court say? Are they still unwilling to sign a long-term contract?"
"When you sign up as a long-term worker, you can't help but compare it with the people in the compound. Long-term workers make 400 wen, while short-term workers make 300 wen a month, and they don't even have to provide food."
At this point, Song Dalang sighed heavily and said, "The owner of the South Courtyard, surnamed Bao, is not someone you can easily get along with."
"It doesn't matter if you don't get along well with him," Jiang Mei said, "You are an educated person. Why would you do hard work for him? You can be an accountant at least. What does it have to do with you as a farmhand in the future?"
Song Dalang said, "It's not that easy to be an accountant."
Jiang Mei snorted and laughed, "Being able to read and write is better than many people. Even though you don't have any official title, you are still a scholar. I think that Bao is also a stingy person. How could he be willing to spend money to hire someone with an official title?"
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