The fragrance of medicine is alluring, the farm elder sister is cool and cool

The next day, Wen Qingcheng and her family carried the cooked mung bean soup to the new house. In the midsummer, the sun was blazing, and the heat was felt just after noon.

Over in the new house, Master Guo and his two apprentices were sweating profusely, their cheeks red from the sun.

"Master Guo, take a rest and drink some mung bean soup to avoid getting a heatstroke." Ye Xiuying spread out the bowls she had brought, poured mung bean soup into them, and also poured some for Chuyi and Wen Qingcheng.

Master Guo and his friends took a sip and found the mung bean soup so cool and sweet, with the unique aroma of mung beans, as if it was cooked with mountain spring water.

“This mung bean soup is so delicious.”

"Yes, drinking a bowl of it will quench your thirst."

Wen Qingcheng was happy to see that they liked to drink it. This was water she took from the spiritual spring in the space and mixed it with the well water her mother drew.

"If it tastes good, drink more. There's plenty of water. I made it long ago and put it in a cool place to dry."

After drinking the mung bean soup, Master Guo asked about the workers: "Have you found helpers? If you can find a few more helpers, your family will be able to move into the new house before the New Year."

"Looking for it."

As soon as Wen Qingcheng finished speaking, she heard footsteps approaching from outside the courtyard gate.

"Is this the Wen family?" a deep male voice asked outside the yard.

Wen Qingcheng and others turned around at the same time and saw several men standing at the door.

"You...what do you do?" Ye Xiuying asked nervously.

"Ruan Sanlang asked us to come here and said he was building a house. We are here to help."

Ye Xiuying suddenly realized and enthusiastically invited them in. Ruan Sanlang had a wide network of contacts, and he didn't expect to recruit 5 people so quickly.

They all looked relatively young, the oldest was only about 30 years old. Ye Xiuying looked at them, some were familiar faces but she couldn't remember their names, and some she didn't recognize.

"Are you all from our Crescent Village?" Ye Xiuying asked.

"They are, but I am not. I'm from your neighboring village." said one of the men, who was about twenty years old.

Ye Xiuying smiled and nodded, her eyes falling on a young man who was about 18 years old. "You are from Dong Yong's family, right?"

"Yes, Dong Yong is my father, so you can just call me Xiao Dong."

"You see, time flies by so fast. In the blink of an eye, we have all grown up. There are many young people in the village whose names I cannot even remember."

After the greetings, Wen Qingcheng introduced both parties to Master Guo and talked about the issue of working hours and remuneration.

When some people first heard Ruan Sanlang say 100 cents a day, they didn't believe it. But now that they heard Wen Qingcheng say it herself, they were all ready to go and full of energy.

Wen Qingcheng and Ye Xiuying took turns to keep an eye on the new home. If the owner himself didn't pay attention, there was no guarantee that the helpers would not slack off.

Wen Qingcheng looked at the sun and saw that it was almost noon, so she and Ye Xiuying went home to cook, leaving Chuyi and Zicheng there to watch.

Ye Xiuying said with some concern: "What's the point of Zicheng watching over there? Why don't you stay here and I'll cook for myself."

"It's okay. Isn't Chuyi still here?"

"First grade? What does he know?"

"It's okay, he's very smart." Wen Qingcheng glanced at Chuyi who was sitting under the shade of a tree and said meaningfully.

Ye Xiuying certainly didn’t know that Chuyi had recovered. Wen Qingcheng was just guessing and not 100% sure, but she already treated him as a normal person.

After yesterday’s publicity by villagers, many villagers now know that the meals provided to the helpers by Wen Qingcheng’s family are good. They are not in a hurry to go home for dinner at mealtime, but go to the Wen family’s new house one after another to watch the fun.

"Everyone give way."

Wen Qingcheng and Ye Xiuying carried a large food box and a basket in each hand into the yard. Chuyi and Zicheng hurried to set the table, Ye Xiuying served the dishes, and Wen Qingcheng served the rice.

The aroma of the food wafted out, and the eyes of the onlookers were almost glued to the sumptuous lunch.

"The Wen family is so rich. The workers eat better than my family during the New Year."

"They actually eat white rice!" Several villagers began to talk about it. You know, ordinary families use rice to make porridge. For families with many people, the white porridge is very thin. Steamed rice is the staple food that only people in the city can afford.

"Look, there are fried chicken, pork skin and aspic..."

In fact, the Wen family didn't usually eat such a rich meal. They had rice as their staple food, but not so many dishes. They just simply cooked some vegetables. The reason why the helpers were fed so well was that Ye Xiuying felt that it was not easy for them to do physical work in such a hot day, so of course they had to eat better.

Several villagers who were originally recruited by Wen Zhuo to work but refused the Wen family were dumbfounded. They wanted to come and see the fun, thinking that the Wen family couldn't recruit anyone, but they didn't expect there were so many people working and the food was so good.

Several people looked at each other, and a younger one muttered in a low voice: "I should have known not to listen to Third Wen. Even if the Wen family can't afford to pay, come and help. It would be fine if you provide a meal at noon."

"If you don't pay me, you're stupid. You come to help in such a hot day, just for a bite of food?"

"Yes, building a house is hard work. If you have time, you can go to the town or county to help others. You can get 50 cents a day. Meals are also provided. For lunch, three corn cakes and a salted duck egg."

Several villagers who had refused to work for the Wen family on excuses swallowed subconsciously when they saw the Wen family's helpers eating so happily.

This inevitably led to some people complaining that the grapes were sour. "These are just some young people in the village who are satisfied with just a meal. Building a house is not something that can be completed in a day or two. They are working so hard and are being used as cheap slaves."

The helpers who were eating listened to the discussion. The helper named Xiao Dong swallowed his food and couldn't help but said, "The Wen family paid them."

"How much money should I give you?" The villagers who were watching the fun immediately became interested and asked in a consciously low voice.

"100 Wen per day, immediate payment."

As soon as these words came out, several villagers who were watching the fun opened their mouths wide, "Ah! How is this possible!"

"Oh my god, this is impossible. In the county town, ordinary helpers only get 50 cents for building a house, and sometimes they are not even paid on a daily basis."

"You..." The villager who was speaking glanced at Wen Qingcheng and her daughter who were sitting under the shade of a tree and talking to Master Guo, then leaned over and said in a low voice, "Don't be fooled by the Wen family, or we won't give you money when the time comes."

Several young people said they didn't care. "They are all women in their family. We are from the same village. We will help if we can. We don't care about the money. Besides, the food here is better than at home."

"Even if they don't pay, it's a daily settlement anyway, so it's not a big loss."

The villagers who were watching the fun sneered and thought: These guys must be bewitched by Wen Qingcheng and are willing to work for nothing.

Some people who didn't give up came out again in the evening to watch. When the young helpers saw that it was getting dark and they could no longer see, they stopped working. Wen Qingcheng had already divided the money, and everyone lined up to receive it.

After receiving the heavy hundred coins, the young men who had been tired all day regained their energy, sang all the way and went home.

The villagers who had originally rejected the Wen family stopped one of the young men under the big locust tree in the center of the village.