After completing the transfer procedures the next day, the old factory owner took a few cronies on board and left. He went back to his hometown in Fuzhou to enjoy his life.
Yang Fan stood at the edge of the dock, his excitement over the big deal faded away, and he looked a little worried at the mud in the dry dock.
It has been more than two hundred years, and the grass is as tall as one person.
Among the weeds everywhere, there are two trees growing, one is a jujube tree, and the other is also a jujube tree.
Yang Fan has always been puzzled by the writer's two trees. At this moment, he suddenly understood that the writer was not talking about two trees, but about loneliness.
Facing this deserted dock, I deeply feel that life is really as lonely as snow!
Fortunately, Xiao Niangpi is not here, otherwise he would definitely have to teach him how to speak human language again.
"Dig out all the mud and see how the dock is doing. If there is any damage, ask Fu Zhao to bring over 5,000 bags of cement and repair it again." Yang Fan said to Zhang Da.
"Master, this project is not small. It is estimated to require more than 100,000 cubic meters of earth. Only 300 people came for the group training. One person can dig up to three cubic meters of earth in a day. Any more will make the people exhausted. It is estimated that the digging will take until the beginning of next spring."
Yang Fan frowned, this is not possible, there are still many things to do in team training, it is impossible to leave them digging in the soil here.
"It's getting cold, and the river will be closed for another month. There are also fewer boats. It is estimated that many trackers have begun to lose their livelihood. Find trackers to work, take care of two meals in the morning and noon, and dig a cubic meter of soil for one copper coin. The wages are calculated on a piece-by-piece basis."
Yang Fan said thoughtfully.
There is one good thing about trackers, that is, they must be organized and disciplined. Pulling must be organized, with a leader in front, shouting slogans, and working hard together. If there is no organization, pulling randomly and getting angry, it will definitely capsize the boat.
"Sir, you are so kind. A worker can earn six cents by digging three cubic meters of soil a day. One cent and eight cents of silver a month, and he also provides two meals. Not to mention the trackers, all the people loading and unloading at the dock can come here."
." Zhang Gaida said with some resentment.
Now the group training can no longer eat kitchen waste, and Yang Fan feeds them good food.
But what Yang Fan didn't expect was that the old man in the group training often talked about the bowl of beggar's porridge with a layer of oil on it, as well as salt and spices.
He is full of resentment towards the master and thinks that the master should give them good food instead of the refugees.
He expressed cryptically several times that the beggar's porridge should be given to these old people first.
Yang Fan also couldn't laugh or cry. These people are addicted to eating garbage.
However, even though the grease in these kitchen waste has been separated and used to make soap, there is still a layer of grease floating in the bowl.
Modern restaurants use a lot of cooking oil and salt, otherwise the food will not taste good and there will be no customers.
The refugees were severely malnourished, and some even suffered from night blindness, which made them blind when it got dark.
After drinking beggar's porridge for a month, everyone's face became rosy and their bodies began to grow flesh.
Especially for children, it is even more obvious. They were as thin as African refugee children before. After drinking porridge for a month, they have obviously gained some weight.
As for the issue of excessive use of preservatives, Yang Fan automatically ignored it. Being alive these days is a blessing, and having enough food is a good life. No one cares about nutrition.
"How much food did you bring this time?" Yang Fan asked.
"Sir, three squadrons are here this time, but I paid a lot of money. I prepared it based on a battalion of 500 people for a month. It is estimated to be enough to feed a thousand people for half a month."
Zhang Jida felt a little distressed. The food standard of the group training was the highest, on the same level as that of the old craftsmen. He was a little reluctant to feed these trackers.
"Let's recruit people first. Recruit a thousand people. Work will start tomorrow. Let the signal corps ride back to deliver orders and allocate food as soon as possible."
In Mengjia Village, a ragged old man was running and beating a gong.
"Everyone, come out, come out. Xinghe Shipyard is recruiting temporary workers! We are recruiting workers! We are responsible for two meals a day, and we will give you a pure copper coin for digging a square of soil."
There are very few serious houses in this village. There is only one brick house, which belongs to landlord Chen. Most of the people live in the village.
This kind of house is a cubic pit dug in the ground, with a gabled or circular roof on the ground. A cover is pulled open on the ground to reveal the entrance of the hole. There are earth steps through which people can go down.
It is cheaper to build this kind of house and is suitable for poor people.
You think, if you save four walls, you will save money. As for the roof, just find some straw branches or something to cover it, and then apply clay on the outer layer to prevent it from leaking.
There are also chimneys, stoves, and earthen kangs inside, making it warmer in winter and saving more firewood.
Although there are many benefits, the visual effects are really beyond praise.
From a distance, this area is densely packed with dirt.
Even the faint of heart may not dare to come in at night.
It is close to the seaside and Beitang Ancient Town.
Much of the land near the sea has become saline and alkaline, making it difficult to grow many crops.
The villagers earn a living by pulling fiber and loading and unloading goods at the dock.
When Chen Guzi heard Lao Zhang calling for workers, he quickly pushed the cover from the inside, opened the cover, exposed half of his body, and looked out.
The hair on his head was disheveled, his face was unshaven, his eye sockets were sunken, and there were straw sticks stuck to his beard.
"Old Zhangtou, what are you talking about? A shipyard is recruiting workers from us. We don't know how to repair ships," Chen Guzi shouted.
Repairing a ship is a technical job. If I had this skill, I would still use it to pull fibers for people on the Ji Canal and even live in a farmhouse.
"It's not about repairing the ship. You kid can repair the damn ship. It's about digging the soil, taking care of breakfast and lunch, taking care of food, and digging a square of soil for a pure copper coin."
At this time, Chen Guzi's wife Han also came out, tugged on Chen Guzi's clothes, and said: "My boss, the captain of the boat stopped working early this year. I am worried about how to survive this winter. Why don't you go and try it?"
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Chen Guzi's family has a large population. In addition to his mother, there are seven children, and the youngest daughter is still nursing.
He relies on him to go to the dock for loading and unloading and drawing fiber. Sometimes his wife also goes to Beitang Ancient Town to take on some washing work and sewing work, which can barely make fifty or sixty cents a month. With this little money, she can buy five hundred cents.
Mix kilograms of grains with wild vegetables to make porridge.
The family can dig some wild vegetables to cope with the problem in the summer, but it will be difficult in the winter.
Three children died in winter.
"Pure copper coins can't be used as two flowers. If I have the strength to dig three cubic meters of earth a day, I can earn six cents. That's one cent and eight cents of silver in a month," Chen Guzi trembled with excitement.
"Old man Zhang, wait for me, count me in."
The same scene is playing out in several surrounding tracker villages.
As soon as the news came out, more than 300 people came that day.
Yang Fan handed over the task of cleaning the dock to Ming Yan.
He called in the craftsmen from the shipyard to find out more about the situation.
A group of old men in ragged clothes stood in the front, followed by many young men in the same ragged clothes.
He looked at Yang Fan timidly.
"You can tell yourself what you all do. I recognize you too." Yang Fan sat on a Taishi chair and said kindly.
Behind them stood Zhang Gaida and Ming Yan. The servants were standing around with firecrackers on their backs.
These servants had all been on the battlefield and seen blood, and they were full of evil spirits. The craftsmen were so frightened that they trembled and did not dare to express their anger.
"The proprietor, the old man Chen Liang, is the master craftsman of the shipyard and is responsible for supervising all shipbuilding and ship repair matters." A relatively neatly dressed old man said that at least although his clothes were old, they were clean and without patches.
"Okay, Master Chen, please introduce the situation." Yang Fan said.
