A tragic journey through ancient times, trying to make money

Zhang Xingzhong took out the key and opened the door.

He turned to the villagers selling red peppers and said, "Grandpas and grandmas, uncles and aunts selling peppers...you can't enter the workshop casually. Please make way and let us workers go in first. After they go in, we will start collecting your red peppers at the door. Don't panic."

When the workers in the workshop saw that everyone had made way for them, they followed the path and entered the workshop one by one.

Now there are more and more employees in the workshop, and Zhang's workshop has become the largest workshop in the entire Sanhe Town.

The villagers selling red peppers watched the employees walk into the workshop one after another, feeling a little envious, as they could earn several hundred coins a month.

But there is no way, the workshop is not hiring now.

And they are far away, so even if they want to recruit people, by the time they hear the news, they will have already recruited all the people.

Wait until all the employees have gone in.

Zhang Xingzhong: "Okay, grandpas and grandmas, uncles and aunts... please line up now. Everyone line up in two teams. We will weigh the goods for you at the same time so that you can go home earlier. We will start arranging people to collect your red peppers."

When everyone heard this, they all lined up in front of the workshop, carrying their backpacks.

Mo Wen followed the Zhang family and stood aside, watching Zhang Xingzhong directing: "This is the first time I've seen such a lively scene of selling chili peppers, Mo Qi, don't you think so?"

Mo Qi still uttered one word without fail: "Yeah."

Mo Wen was not angry, and said to Zhang Yunxue beside him with a happy face: "Xiaoxue, your family has not been like this every day in the past few years, right?"

"Yes, it's always like this, Brother Mo Wen. Many nearby villagers carry their goods to the workshop to sell. The price will be higher this way. If our uncles collect them, it will be a little cheaper. It's inconvenient to go back and forth from too far away, so our uncles collect them."

"I see."

Seeing that everyone had lined up, Grandpa Zhang called on his family members to come forward and help.

"Big brother, second brother, let's go and help too."

Father Zhang: "Ayan, Mo Wen, Mo Qi, the three of you follow us inside and chop the peppers. This requires physical strength."

"Okay, Uncle Zhang, the three of us will just follow you." Mo Yan and the other two followed Zhang's father and Zhang Cheng into the workshop.

In the past few years, pickled peppers were made in the yard, but after the workshop was expanded this year, a special large shed was built separately for making chopped peppers.

Someone has already started working over there.

There were twenty or thirty large wooden basins placed under the shed, and about twenty people were already chopping peppers.

Zhang Cheng started to busy himself on the side.

Father Zhang: "Ayan, watch us operate it. This is very simple and you will learn it after one look."

Father Zhang operated it for the three of them.

"Look, isn't it very simple?"

Mo Wen: "Uncle Zhang, I didn't expect it to be so simple. We know what to do."

So the three of them stood in front of a large wooden basin, took special knives, and started chopping.

Zhang's mother and Zhu went to the river and washed peppers with other women.

At the entrance of the workshop.

"Xiao Zhong, go watch over the workshop! Just call two more people to help carry the weighed red peppers to the yard. We can just be busy outside."

"Okay, Third Grandpa, I'll go in and get busy. The people who are going to carry the things will be here soon."

After saying that, Zhang Xingzhong went into the workshop to help with other things.

Grandpa Zhang, Grandma Zhang, and Zhang Yunyue and her brother and sister were left at the door.

Divided into two groups, responsible for weighing the peppers and paying.

Zhang Yunyue looked at Grandpa Zhang and silently said "hiring people".

Grandpa Zhang nodded, stepped forward and said, "Fellow villagers, before I weigh you, I have something to tell you:

As everyone knows, our workshop has a guard team, which is specifically responsible for transporting the workshop's goods to the county and the provincial capital. Now, as the workshop has more and more orders, the previous guard team has fewer people, so our workshop has decided to recruit another hundred people into the guard team. If any of you have someone who knows some martial arts, or is a young and strong man with relatively strong strength, well, after the Mid-Autumn Festival, which is the seventeenth day, if there is anyone in your family or village who wants to join the guard team, you can come and try.

Therefore, after you go back, you can notify the village. Anyone who meets our requirements can come. After all, the guard team needs to recruit a lot of people.

By the way, regarding the monthly salary of the guard team, the monthly salary is two taels. When they are away from home, the workshop provides food and accommodation, and there are corresponding gifts during the New Year and other festivals. Also, if they are injured during the escort process, we will also pay for their medical treatment.

If the injury is serious and affects their work, we will also give other family members a quota to work in the workshop, so that their families will not suffer from family difficulties due to the loss of labor. If you don’t believe it, you can also ask the people who have joined the guard team before. Our workshop keeps its promises. "

A woman heard this and said happily: "Oh, the guard team is going to start recruiting again. Last time when your guard team was recruiting, I wanted my son to come, but he missed the time. I felt regretful at that time.

I didn't expect to hear this good news when I came to sell red peppers today. I went back and told my son that there are several people in our village who are members of the guard team. In addition to the monthly salary, they also receive an additional subsidy for collecting dried peppers. Every time I see them taking money home, we are so envious. Uncle Zhang, it's the 17th, right? I will definitely bring my son to sign up early that day."

"Yes, on the 17th, gather at the entrance of the workshop. Anyone with ideas can come. As long as they meet the requirements, we will take them. But we don't want those who are sneaky and cunning. We can't let a bad apple spoil the whole bunch."

"That's for sure, Uncle Zhang, don't worry. We will follow you to check on the others. If there are any people with bad character, we will tell you."

"Yes, yes, yes. I hope your workshop will become bigger and bigger, and it would be best if it stays open forever. That way, the villagers in our surrounding villages and towns can make more money. Hahahahaha."

"That's right, that's right."

The person who spoke also expressed the thoughts of most people. Just like what the person just said, if the reputation of the workshop is affected by one person, or the workshop is involved in a lawsuit and the workshop is no longer around, where will these people go to earn the money they earn from growing peppers every year?

Nowadays, as long as you follow those who grow and sell peppers, your family situation will not be bad, even if it is not very good.

But at least they have enough food and clothing, can eat meat once a month, and can have a prosperous New Year.