"Did the master tell you how much money it would cost to build a house like this?"
"I've been thinking that if we're going to build it, we should build it bigger. My family thinks so too. As for the money, if we save a little, it will be enough to build it." Zhao Dashu felt that if he said he had no money to build such a big house, no one would believe him, so he might as well tell the truth.
Anyway, he didn't steal or rob, it was earned by my daughter, so she is willing to support him.
The village chief's mind was buzzing and in a mess, and he sat in the chair stupidly. Bamboo shoots definitely can't be so valuable. Why did this person steal them without making any noise?
Yes, the whole family has been missing for a while. They said they went to chat with his grandfather.
So, seeing that he was filial, the old man gave him some advice and told him how to make money.
The village chief shook his head. What was he thinking about? If a Master keeps silent, ghosts and monsters will roam about.
"Okay, since you don't want to do it, and you know what's going on, I won't say anything. Thirty people, what do you think?"
"As for those who usually play with me, remember to reserve a place for them, village chief. You can arrange the others as you see fit. They must be honest and capable. No lunch is provided. The salary is 10 wen a day, and the salary is paid every ten days."
The village chief nodded and said that the salary was already high, so what did it matter if he had food? The job was right at his doorstep, so he could just go home and eat. Such hard work is hard to find even in the county town, not to mention the long working period.
"I know. When will I start work?"
"Three days later."
It's quite urgent.
Now that he had a new job, he no longer had to go to the bamboo forest to look for bamboo shoots every day. He was afraid that they would dig up all the bamboo forest and there would be no bamboo shoots to pick next year.
I want to persuade him but I can't. How can I reason with someone who only cares about money?
After Zhao Dashu spoke, the village chief picked up his gong and started beating it, inviting all those who wanted to work to sign up, and he would select a dozen more.
Zhao Dashu was actually going to build a house, causing a sensation in the whole village. And there is an endless stream of people who want to work for him. My goodness, there are ten big guys every day. Where can he find such a group of guys? The big tree has become rich! ?
When Zhao Xiaoyu returned home, he felt a little depressed. How come there were no treasures in such a big mountain? Is it really true that I can only sell recipes?
"My dear, the head chef said that we have to provide food for the dozen or so chefs working in the county. Who do you think will cook?"
It certainly couldn't be her.
"How about this, let Aunt Liu and mother do it together."
"Your Aunt Liu still needs to deal with the bamboo shoots."
"It's no problem for Uncle Liu to handle the bamboo shoots. There are only so many, and there aren't many to collect every day. Just tell everyone a time, for example, one hour after dinner. It won't delay the day's harvest."
"You're right. We only harvest about 100 to 200 kilograms of bamboo shoots a day, and the water level is high. There's no need for two people to guard it all day. I'll go find Shunzi and talk to him in a bit."
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"Dad, Dad! It's out, it's big!"
Old Mrs. Zhao's finger was pierced by the needle and she quickly put it into her mouth to suck.
The old man was frightened again and became furious. "What are you making so much noise about?" Sooner or later, he and his wife would be scared to death by that old bastard.
"Dad, the third child wants to build a house."
Old man Zhao drooped his eyelids. He thought it was no big deal, wasn't it just building a few adobe houses? Is he so shocked? Something that is superficial.
"He has no place to live, so he lives in the Liu family's and the village elder's old dilapidated house. Isn't it natural for him to build a house? Maybe the Liu family next door lent him some money." How much money can two or three earthen houses cost? "He's looking for you to help. Ignore him and don't go."
What is dad talking about?
"No, they want to build a brick and tile house. I heard that they bought ten acres of wasteland at the end of the village and hired a master from the county town to build it. I just went to the village chief's house to build the house for the third son. In addition to the master from the city, he wants to find a dozen rough workers and pay them ten cents a day, Dad!"
Dad, don’t you understand? The third brother got rich! He made a fortune secretly behind their backs!
Not to mention anything else, how much silver would ten acres of wasteland at the end of the village cost? It’s ten taels!
"Who are you listening to?"
"Village chief, didn't I tell you? The village chief rang the gong this afternoon to recruit workers for the third son. Dad, the third son is going to build a big house!"
The old woman stopped sucking her fingers, and the old man's cloudy eyes widened and widened, "Are you serious? The third son bought so much land to build a house?"
"Yes, Dad, think about it, how big is our house? How big is a house with ten acres of land? And it's all made of blue bricks and tiles."
"Plop", the pipe in the old man's hand rolled to the ground, covered with dust.
"Tell him to come over here and see me! He built such a big house by himself, but he did it all by himself? Since he didn't have the money, why didn't he take it back? He knew that his family was in financial difficulty and his eldest son needed money for his studies."
Mr. Zhao lowered his eyes. To be honest, when he first heard it, he also thought it was impossible. But the truth is that the third brother has become rich and he has hidden it from them. His father wanted to give his money to his eldest brother, but he found it difficult. The third brother is not on the same page with them now.
Oh, if it were him, he wouldn’t take it back. It’s already gone home, what else is there to take?
No, the eldest brother had previously guessed that the third brother left home on purpose and wanted to live alone. Indeed, after he left, the smell of meat from next door wafted into their yard every day. Now they were buying land and building a house. How could he earn so much money in just two months? Who would believe it if I told others?
In other words, the third brother wanted to take over their family just because he had money, and they fell into his trap!
Damn, the third brother fooled everyone.
"Dad, the third brother must have made a fortune a long time ago. He is deliberately making trouble for our family. We have all been fooled by him."
The old man's hands were shaking slightly, he was angry.
Old Sun's triangular eyes stood up, "You idiot, you have no conscience, old man, let's go find him. If he had silver, would the boss have taken a bullock cart back to the city last time? Let's go find him and ask for the silver. If he doesn't give it to me, I will lie down at his doorstep."
Mr. Zhao was convinced. What's wrong with riding a ox cart? He always had to walk to the county town, not even a bullock cart, but his mother didn't seem to feel sorry for him. His heart was a little cold.
"He's such a heartless person. It must have been the Song family who instigated this. Old man, go call him. I want to see if he has the face to see us! If this gets out, Zhao Dashu will be criticized for his whole life."
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