Under the big willow tree at the village entrance, a dozen or so villagers were chatting idly.
"Everyone's staying here!"
Liang Fugui, with a broad smile, approached and greeted everyone before getting straight to the point.
"Our family is planning to give up farming and go into business. We've already bought the beetroots and are now just waiting to boil them into sugar."
However, my wife and I are too busy, so we'd like to hire a few people to help. Anyone willing to earn this money, please sign up with me.
The group looked at each other, but no one said a word.
Da Longzi disapproved of Liang Fugui's behavior, raised his eyelids, glanced at him, and asked, "Liang Fugui, how much does your family pay you per day?"
Liang Fugui chuckled, “Brother Dalongzi, our Liang family candy shop has just started operating, so the wages are definitely not as good as the Chen family candy shop. But don’t worry, once our candy shop is on the right track, the wages will certainly not be unfair to everyone.”
Upon hearing this, Da Longzi snorted and laughed, "Stop with all that nonsense, just tell me how much it costs."
"We've tentatively set the price at ten coins a day."
Liang Fugui felt that the wages paid were indeed not much, and hurriedly began to explain.
"Don't worry, everyone. Although the wages are a bit low right now, as the business expands, I will definitely not treat you all unfairly. We'll make money together, drink together, and eat together."
Upon hearing this, everyone cast disdainful glances at him.
What are you pretending for? You're offering meat too? Eat your mother's thigh and stick!
Liang Fugui's stinginess and love of taking advantage of others are well-known, making him a legend in the world of stinginess.
Once, a butcher came to the village, and Liang Fugui grabbed a piece of pork, examining it closely in his hand.
He muttered to himself, "This meat looks quite fresh, but the price is a bit high."
The butcher, assuming he genuinely wanted to buy, explained with a smile, "The meat was slaughtered this morning; it's absolutely fresh, and the price is very reasonable."
Liang Fugui pursed his lips, neither saying he would buy nor not buy, and kept rubbing his hands back and forth on the flesh.
The butcher was somewhat displeased upon seeing this, but still patiently reminded him.
"If you really want to buy it, I can give you a discount, but stop lingering here. How will other people buy it if they see you like this?"
Liang Fugui acted as if he hadn't heard him and continued with what he was doing. "What are you saying? Buying meat is a big deal. You can't be careless at all. I have to take a good look at it!"
He rubbed against it for quite a while before finally putting the meat down, waving his hand, "This meat is too lean, let's talk about it again in a few days!"
After saying this, he went home, washed the lard off his hands with water, and instructed Liang to use the oil to cook a pot of vegetables...
On another occasion, an old man selling sesame oil came to the village, and Liang Fugui bought two ounces of sesame oil from him.
After the old man finished applying the sesame oil to him, he refused to take it anymore.
The old man had no choice but to pour the sesame oil back in.
But the bowl was covered in sesame oil, and he happily used the remaining oil to mix with his cold dishes...
Besides these, he also frequently borrowed rice from his neighbors.
He borrowed ten jin, but returned only nine and a half jin.
He borrowed from almost every household in the village that was in a similar situation.
They do the same things several times a year.
If you try to reason with him, he'll definitely deny it and might even turn around and accuse you.
After a while, the villagers got to know what kind of person he was, and no one wanted to associate with him anymore.
He wanted to hire someone to do his work today, but no one was willing to go.
Erdanzi looked at Liang Fugui with disdain and sneered mercilessly, "Come on, who has ever eaten a meal, drunk a drop of water, or shared meat with you all these years? You think you can fool this idiot?"
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone echoed his sentiments.
"That's right, you should just sit on the kang and drink and eat meat by yourself. We don't have that kind of luck."
“That’s right. We wouldn’t dare to mess with someone as loyal and righteous as you. We wouldn’t stand the humiliation if you turned your back on us.”
"Who says otherwise? We're just begging for food; we won't work for people with bad intentions."
Hearing their roundabout, sarcastic remarks, Liang was so angry she immediately jumped up and down.
"Big Dragon Prince! Who are you calling wicked? According to you, since Qing'er helped our family, I have to be her slave for life!"
"Exactly, why not do something that could make you rich, instead of cowering and working as a long-term laborer for someone else?" Liang Fugui chimed in sarcastically.
"I don't know what kind of spell that girl surnamed Chen cast on you, making you work so hard for her. As far as I know, she pays her family thirty coins a day, but she only pays you twenty. If she really cared about you, would she treat you differently?"
Da Longzi chuckled, "They're real relatives. We wouldn't be tempted by thirty coins, or even three hundred."
"Fine, you've got guts. You're a good person, you know how to repay kindness." Liang Fugui's face twisted with anger as he pointed at Dalongzi. "Since you have such a conscience, then you should work hard for that Chen guy and be a good, obedient dog!"
"You fucking asking for a beating!" Da Longzi roared, jumping up and swinging his fist to punch him.
"Stop, Prince Dalong!"
Upon hearing the shout, Da Longzi's body trembled, and he paused in his steps. When he saw who it was, he suppressed his anger and took a few steps back.
Wu Baoan walked over with a sullen face, without saying a word. He scanned the crowd, his gaze finally settling on Liang Fugui.
“Fugui, if you want to hire people to do the work, then hire people. Don’t resort to personal attacks.”
"Yes, yes, we were just joking!" Liang Fugui knew his own limitations. If they really started fighting, he would definitely suffer. He smiled awkwardly at Dalongzi, "Look at you, how old are you? You want to fight over a few words. Aren't you afraid of being laughed at?"
Da Longzi rolled his eyes and ignored him.
As the village head, Wu Baoan couldn't favor Chen Qingqing, nor could he suppress Liang Fugui. He had to fully support anyone in the village who wanted to start a business.
Wu Baoan paused for a moment, then softened his tone.
“Fugui, it’s a good thing that you want to make sugar. We’re all happy for you. Work hard and strive to become the second Chen family. When you get rich, don’t forget to take care of your neighbors.”
"Don't worry, village head, I will never forget my fellow villagers." Although Liang Fugui hated Da Longzi and the others to death in his heart, his face was full of humility. Wu Baoan was the village head and had a lot of prestige in the village. His words could not be contradicted.
"That's good, I believe you." After saying that, Wu Baoan looked at everyone and said, "Now that the Fugui family also wants to do business making sugar, we should help them as fellow villagers. See who is willing to work for them."
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