Who would have thought that Mr. Zhang, who was said to be dead, would suddenly come back alive with all his beard and tail intact.
It's really a fate that messes with people, and their good days are ruined.
Let's just let them go. At that time, the Donggua brother and sister lived with Li Dachui. Life was very easy. They had a house and skills, so how could they worry about not being able to support them?
But Zhang Laodou, a man who has killed thousands of people, came back from a battle and saw too many dead people. He was so bloody.
You have to beat the person out relentlessly.
At that time, Zhang Laodou was also very powerful. He had been among the dead and was very cruel. Even such a strong Li Dachui was no match for him.
If you drive him away, just drive him away. If he goes far away, the worst thing is that if he comes back after a year and a half of calm, his son and daughter will still be able to deny him.
But Mr. Zhang can do such a cruel thing!
His intestines were rotten on the battlefield, his heart was black!
Old Yuan sighed, skipped a large section, and only answered the question behind her granddaughter, "Of course he likes you Uncle Donggua and Aunt Shuiqin, he likes you very much! How can a father not do that?
She loves her baby very much."
As Song Qiu listened, he could imagine a down-to-earth, steady, hardworking, and capable man, like a mountain, full of fatherly love, making people feel very safe.
But would such a man really leave and never come back to see his children again?
She felt very strange and wanted to ask more, but her breasts looked a little sad. Could it be that there was some unknown secret in it?
Then he subconsciously pursed his lips and didn't ask any more questions.
If I could really tell her something, she would definitely have said it. Since she didn't say it, there would be no answer if she asked.
All the way to the workshop, everyone was already busy.
The women who were responsible for washing, peeling and chopping the sweet potatoes had already moved inside to do their work to avoid the draft. The people who were grinding the potatoes in the backyard were also moved inside. Only the ones who grinded the grinders could not operate them inside the house because the grinders were heavy.
, so it’s still in the yard.
However, those who grind the grinding mill are all grown men, who are much colder than women. There are several braziers placed next to them, so they are still quite warm.
Seeing Song Qiu coming with old Yuan, everyone knew that wages would be paid today, and they were very happy.
I have been working for a month and I can get paid. Isn’t it a different mood? I feel energetic all over!
I really wish that this workshop could do more and make it possible to celebrate the New Year. Unfortunately, the two rooms are full of sweet potatoes. Over the past month, I have seen that there are fewer and fewer sweet potatoes every day.
Like Song Qiu said, it probably only takes another half month to finish it all.
At that time, it was only the middle of winter, and there was still a month before the Chinese New Year.
Song Qiu looked around at several places one by one, then looked at the few sweet potatoes left piled in the room, estimated that all the sweet potatoes had passed the time to be cooked, and then talked to everyone.
When the people who had eaten the powder had finished passing the bucket, it was almost time, so they waved and shouted to everyone to stop and have a rest, and come to the main room to warm themselves by the fire, and prepare to pay their wages!
The main room is spacious, and the starch blocks that have been brought in are put up in the main room to dry. Old Yuan is usually in the main room every day, roasting them with a brazier, and turning over the starch blocks.
As soon as everyone heard Song Qiu's words, they all washed their hands and came to the main room one after another.
There was no restraint either. After entering the main room, those who had a seat sat down, and those who didn't had a seat squeezed in. They all gathered together and looked at Song Qiu in front of them.
Granny Cao squeezed in at the front, eagerly waiting for her wages. She wanted to get an extra half month's advance, so she told Granny Yuan, and Granny Yuan agreed. She was waiting to receive her wages today so that she could give the bride price to Widow Fang.
Go, cut some more meat, buy some rice, and come back, preparing to prepare a few tables for banquets on the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, so that people can be brought in and her worries are settled.
When the others saw her standing at the front, they didn't try to compete with her. They all knew what she was thinking. Even people from the same village could understand.
Anyway, everyone has wages, and it doesn't matter who comes first or who comes last.
Seeing everyone gathered, Song Qiu looked at everyone and first said a few words of thanks to all the grandmothers, uncles, aunts, and sisters-in-law for their hard work this month.
Then he said: "Now we will start to pay wages. After we have paid wages, everyone will pack up and go home. We will have a half-day holiday today and get up early to work again tomorrow."
It's too cold today, so half a day's work is not needed. Everyone has been working from dawn to dusk for a month, so a half-day holiday is nothing.
When everyone heard this, they were very happy. They responded with a smile and said that they would definitely clean up before leaving work.
Song Qiu then spread out a book with the names of everyone working in the workshop written on it.
Next to the book is a box of red clay, specially used for stamping fingerprints.
While opening the money box, she looked at Granny Cao, counted out six strings of copper coins and put them in front of Granny Cao, "Grandma Cao, this is your wages, six hundred coins. See if it's correct. If so, click here."
Once you have your fingerprints printed, you can get your wages."
When Mrs. Cao saw that there were only six strings and Song Qiu said six hundred words, she was stunned. She wanted to say something, but she didn't have the nerve to say it right away. She first followed what Song Qiu said and ordered six strings. That's right.
She didn't spread the numbers one by one. She was reassured that Song Qiu would not be short of her copper coins in a village.
He nodded, poked into the red mud, and pressed his fingerprints according to Song Qiuzheng's name.
She couldn't read, so she pressed wherever Song Qiu told her to.
Seeing her pressing her fingerprints and collecting her wages, Song Qiu counted out three more strings and handed them to her, "This is half a month's wages that Grandma Cao agreed to pay in advance. It's the same. You need to point it out clearly first."
Please fingerprint the question here."
When Mrs. Cao heard this, she was immediately happy. She quickly poked the red mud and pressed it on the spot that Song Qiu had touched. She was so fast that Song Qiu had just finished her words.
After getting the wages, Mrs. Cao didn't wait for anyone else. She was in a hurry to send the bride price to Dazao Village. She told everyone and then Old Yuan, and then took the wages and left.
The ones at the back came one after another, and they all paid the same 600 cents. They pressed their fingerprints and received their wages.
Everyone didn't have to bother counting strings one by one. When they ordered six strings, they quickly pressed their fingerprints, so the 20 or so people were handed out quickly, and all received their wages within a quarter of an hour.
Zhang Hugua was the last one to receive it. He had his fingerprints pressed and was holding six strings of copper coins. He was still a little confused.
This was the salary he had earned after working seriously for a month on his own. It was the first time in his life that he was in his twenties.
Six hundred wen, half a tael of silver.
Zhang Hugua came to his senses, couldn't help but grinned, then carefully put it away, followed everyone else to pack up everything that needed to be packed away, and ran straight home, which was like returning home like an arrow.
After trotting all the way back to the door, there was wet mud on his feet. He didn't bother to scrape it off first and rushed straight into the upper room.
In the upper room, Mrs. Deng was warming herself by the fire while holding a stone egg. On the other side of the brazier, Ms. Miao was teaching Zhang Zaohua how to do needlework.
When several people saw Zhang Hugua running in panting, they were all startled, thinking something had happened.
But Zhang Hugua strode out of breath and sat down in front of Old Deng. He held a treasure in his hands and spread it in front of Old Deng, "Look, mother! I'm paying my wages!"