"Master, aren't you making fun of me?" Wen Chengxu turned around and asked Hui Wu, his expression extremely ugly.
"It's coming, it's coming, everyone, hurry up and get ready to collect food!" Hui Wu jumped to his feet and shouted.
But I saw densely packed large wooden houses suddenly floating upstream of the river... Damn, there are floods in the upper reaches of the river this winter?
Otherwise, why would the whole house be washed down?
Wen Chengxu and others were still in a daze, but the craftsmen had already ordered the civilian workers to take out special large iron hooks, selected several river bays with slow currents, stretched out the hooks, and hooked the large wooden houses to the shore.
Wen Chengxu walked over and looked at it with confusion, "Isn't this a wooden house?"
Because there are no doors or windows, everything is closed.
"This is a wooden ship, and it is also a grain transport ship." Hui Wu smiled and waved his hand, "Open it and let Brother Wen have a look! Otherwise, he won't believe what I say."
There were piles of sacks inside, and because they were very waterproof, they didn't get damp at all. If you cut a bag open at random, the rice inside would flow out.
Wen Chengxu knelt down, grabbed a handful, put it into his mouth and tasted it. The look on his face was very exciting. He suddenly jumped up and shouted in joy, "Rice, it's really rice! Hahaha!"
Not only rice, but also black beans, sorghum, corn, soybeans, honey, dried meat, dried fish, dried cakes, various tools...
Anyway, everyone just salvages casually. Even if they fish it out, they don’t know what’s inside. It’s like opening a blind box. There are new surprises every time you open it.
As long as there is food, everything will be easy. Not only is there food, but also money. There are several large cars in Monk Huiwu's fleet filled with white cash!
Wen Chengxu was still worried. When he took over, he ordered someone to cut it apart one by one to check the quality. Anyway, the money was too big and he would have to break it into pieces when he paid his salary in the future.
The result is all pure pure silver...
As soon as the announcement was posted, the county government office was surrounded by water. Fortunately, more than a hundred soldiers brought by Hui Wu maintained order, otherwise the county government office would have been overwhelmed by the excited crowd!
Everyone came to sign up on their own initiative, fearing that they would be late and not be in their turn.
Wen Chengxu has repeatedly said that we have to use a lot of labor this time, and everyone has a share. Our county government has few people and the registration is too busy. Don't wait here. It won't be too late to come back tomorrow.
However, everyone refused to leave, and regardless of the howling cold wind at night, they all huddled on the street outside the county government office and waited.
Wen Chengxu had no choice but to register and make a register overnight. All the literate people in the yamen were assigned, but the registration was not completed until midnight.
He was also afraid that the people would be frozen, so he ordered people to light bonfires in the street, set up iron pots, and cook hot porridge to keep everyone warm.
I heard that there was still porridge to eat, so many young girls, young wives, old people and young children all flocked to the place, including some with children in their arms.
Seeing that the people in the county government were too busy, the women took the initiative to help wash rice and cook porridge, and even brought pots and pans from their own homes...
Everyone drank hot porridge, chatted and laughed happily, just like celebrating the New Year.
It is said that Bailong City has not been so lively and festive for a long time...
After a busy night, everyone finally registered thousands of people. They stretched themselves out on the bed. After resting for less than an hour, they heard another commotion outside.
However, after the city gate was opened, people from outside the city also came after hearing the news, and even brought their families with them. They didn't know that they were recruiting migrant workers, thinking that the county government was opening a porridge factory.
I heard that migrant workers were being recruited, and everyone was asked to sign up. It's freezing outside now, so I can't do any work, and there isn't much food. I'm worried that I won't be able to survive the winter.
Now there is work to do and we have to take care of the food, even if we don’t get paid, we will do it... No
How much money can I give you per day?
Why don’t we want women? Women are not human beings. We can do whatever men can do, okay?
Isn't it just making sheep pens? We are all from Northern Xinjiang, and this is what we are best at. We can't carry wood or open a big saw, but we are from the wicker weaving company, right?
Besides, with so many of you, shouldn’t there be someone to cook for you, or someone to bring food, water, laundry, etc.?
There are still so many cows and sheep that don’t want to eat grass and drink water? It’s time to pick up the lambs in a few days, don’t they also need manpower? Do you know how to milk them? We can all do this.
That makes sense.
Moreover, the average residents of Bailong City are from northern Xinjiang tribes. They are the professionals in serving cattle and sheep. Both men and women are professionals.
But on the third day, there was still an endless stream of people coming to sign up. These were not people from Bailong City, but people from other towns and villages, as well as homeless people...
Kneeling outside the county government office, weeping loudly, begging Mr. Qingtian of Bailong City for mercy. We don’t need a salary, as long as we take care of food, food and housing, we can do our job!
Of course it would be better if you give money.
The originally desolate and desolate Bailong River suddenly became lively. Countless simple wooden houses rose from the ground, as well as all kinds of weird thatched houses, leather tents, yurts, and even hundreds of underground tunnels were dug out in the sheltered areas under the hillside.
son……
This is no longer a construction site, it is simply a town, and its population is much larger than that of Bailong City.
Fortunately, Wen Chengxu is very capable and manages the food, drink, and eating of so many people in an orderly manner. If Huiwu had been left in charge, everything would have been in chaos!
He was a general leading troops, but he didn't understand local affairs, so he simply left them all to Wen Chengxu. He was only responsible for public security.
There are more than 10,000 people. Every day, there are no big things but small things. The project has just started, and there are so many people who are quarreling over various trivial matters, and their heads are bleeding...
The reckless man who makes trouble is easy to deal with, and he will be very honest after being caught and whipped, but what are you going to do with those big girls, young wives, old men and old ladies?
You can’t hit, you can’t scold, you can’t persuade, you can’t stop, you can’t listen, you can’t listen…
In the end, it was Wen Chengxu who came forward to solve the problem.
Damn it, old man, this job of yours is really not done by a human being!
I didn't take Wen Chengxu seriously as a small local official at first, but now I know how capable he is!
The major projects of the project are watched over by others, and the tens of thousands of civilian men are managed by others. He also has to worry about these trivial matters!
It is really not easy to govern a place, but it is much easier to lead an army...
But it was said that Wen Chengxu was busy until midnight before going to bed. He got up again early the next morning before dawn, washed his face with cold water, picked up a dry pancake that had been soaked all day before he could barely move it, and gnawed it.
He went out to inspect the construction site.
The mountains and plains are filled with smoke, and there are people buzzing for miles around. It is really a prosperous scene.
There are many people and strength. In just a few days, sheep pens, stables and cowsheds have been built in large areas, and the harvested hay is piled everywhere like hills.
There were also dozens of temporary granaries filled with black beans and soybeans, which were prepared to fatten the horses that were about to arrive.
But why haven’t the promised cattle and sheep come yet?