Grandma Chen understood this principle, but she felt bad about spending the money.
If they kept the money to raise chickens and ducks, life would be so much better.
After thinking it over and over, I still feel that my granddaughter-in-law is someone who doesn't know how to manage a household and is too extravagant.
Before the old lady could speak again, Wan Qiqi walked up to the women and said loudly, "Dear fellow villagers, thank you all for coming to help today. I said that everyone who helps will be paid. I keep my word, and no one will be shortchanged!"
Upon hearing this, everyone felt relieved and filled with a sense of peace.
Of course, there are also those like Aunt Dazhuang who have ulterior motives towards Miao.
Before these people could even think about their plans, Wan Qiqi had already shattered their illusions.
"Today's wages may be different from usual. Today's wages are based on how many seedlings everyone plants: four seedlings for one coin. The more you plant, the more you earn. You must plant all the seedlings you receive. I have already counted the number here. If there are any shortages, your wages will be deducted!"
As soon as Wan Qiqi finished speaking, a commotion erupted below.
Clearly, this is aimed at those who want to steal seedlings.
But this is reasonable; more work, more pay, and there won't be a situation where lazy people get the same pay.
The people brought by Mrs. Chen were the first to agree, and the others gradually followed suit.
Only Aunt Dazhuang was somewhat unwilling, but she had no room to resist.
If she's not happy, she can turn around and leave now; Wan Qiqi has plenty of manpower anyway.
Grandma Chen stood to the side, looking at the seedlings on the ground, feeling heartbroken.
How much silver would that cost!
Chen Yongxing noticed that Mrs. Chen was reluctant to spend the money and said, "Grandma, the sun will get hot soon, why don't you go back and rest? My sister-in-law and I will look after things here!"
He understood Mrs. Chen's feelings.
The thought of money slipping away from my pocket makes me feel a pang of pain.
But at this moment, he was thinking about the craftsmanship that followed.
As long as everything is done well and the wasteland is successfully reclaimed, these small amounts of money can be earned back.
Perhaps because Wan Qiqi had been paying him a lot of money these days, paying him wages every day, he didn't feel anything about amounts like tens or hundreds of coins.
Old Mrs. Chen was different; she felt it was a waste to spend even a penny or two, let alone that so many seedlings would cost several hundred pennies.
"I'm fine. When I was farming, you were probably nowhere to be found! I'll keep watch for you today!"
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