"Xiao Feng, according to the old rules, I only kept the second boss's banknotes, and everyone else was divided among them."
Zhang Liang leaned into Jin Feng's ear and said: "Although there are not as many as Iron Can Mountain, everyone can still get a few taels of silver, and everyone is very satisfied."
"That's good."
Jin Feng nodded.
This time in the resistance against the bandits, although the men helped, the main force was still the hammers and the veterans who stayed behind.
For the men, the harvest tonight is more than what a family usually earns in a year. They are indeed very satisfied.
But Jin Feng did not take back the banknotes. Instead, he took out a few more and stuffed them into Zhang Liang's hand.
"This time the bandits came to the village thanks to the help of the villagers. I will use the money to buy some cloth and other things, and then go to Iron Can Mountain to bring back a few carts of grain. The family will send some there, and don't forget the lonely elderly people."
"Okay!" Zhang Liang accepted the banknote: "I'll go back to have something to eat and go to the county government later."
"I've been busy all night, let's go tomorrow."
"It's okay. Buy the things as soon as possible. Let's make new clothes for the children as soon as possible."
Zhang Liang said with a smile: "Anyway, there is a carriage now. I can sleep on the carriage on the road."
"That's hard work."
Jin Feng patted Zhang Liang on the shoulder.
In the past two days, he had to be constantly on guard against bandits. Jin Feng had not slept well, and he had not slept well all night yesterday. After returning home, he ate something and fell asleep. He slept until mid-afternoon when he was awakened by the movement outside.
Seeing Guan Xiaorou sitting on the edge of the bed picking up the soles of her shoes, she asked, "Xiaorou, what's going on outside? Why is it so noisy?"
"Master, wake up!"
Guan Xiaorou brought a bowl of water and handed it over: "Brother Liang is back. He brought back a lot of food and cloth. He is sharing it with everyone in the textile factory square."
They have now moved to a courtyard house. There is only one wall between them and the textile factory. People from the whole village gather together, so it is strange that there is no noise.
Since he couldn't sleep anymore, Jin Feng got up and got out of bed: "Then I'll go take a look too."
Before entering the textile factory, a mother-in-law and a five- or six-year-old baby walked towards me.
The mother-in-law was carrying half a bag of grain on her back, and the bare-bottomed baby was holding a roll of coarse cloth.
Seeing Jin Feng, the mother-in-law immediately put the grain on the ground, bowed to Jin Feng, and said to the child:
"Niu baby, hurry up and kowtow to your benefactor!"
The children in the village were also obedient. Grandma asked her to kowtow. Without saying a word, she knelt down on the ground and kowtowed to Jin Feng.
"Aunt Seven, what are you doing?"
Jin Feng quickly helped the old man up, and then the child.
Aunt Seven's two sons died on the battlefield. The two daughters-in-law took their granddaughters to pick mushrooms in the mountains the year before last and encountered mountain wolves. Now only Aunt Seven and a grandson are left.
After the child died, Aunt Seven cried every day and her eyes were broken from crying. She had no way to go to the textile factory to earn money. The child was also young, and the family was about to fall apart.
This half bag of grain can be said to have saved the lives of the grandfather and grandson.
"Niu baby, you have to remember that Brother Feng is a great benefactor to our family. When you grow up, you must repay your kindness, remember?"
Aunt Seven took the child and said.
"Grandma, I remember."
The child nodded heavily: "I am five years old this year. I can work in the textile factory next year. I will work hard by then. The factory will take care of the food, and I will take it back to eat with grandma."
There are several families in the village who are in a situation like Aunt Qi's.
Jin Feng couldn't bear to see his children starving to death, so he agreed to let the six-year-old children come to the textile factory to help sort the yarn balls, provide three meals a day, and give them a few copper coins at the end of the month.
What kind of work can children of what age do? They often make a mess of the ball of thread. After they leave, Tang Dongdong has to find someone else to do it.