Crossing the farm gate, the whole family reunites in the disaster year

"Mother Jingwen is so considerate of us. This job is hard to find even with a lantern. I'll sign up first!"

"If you choose me, I will work an extra hour every day."

"Me too. Whenever I have time, I go to the threshing ground. My son can do half the work. He doesn't need any wages, but he can give me a meal."

The young boy has bankrupted his father, and the woman who was talking was calculating on her abacus.

The head of the village almost shouted himself hoarse before he managed to suppress the noisy discussions.

"Everyone, be quiet! Jingwen's mother hasn't finished talking yet. Don't you want to know how much a day's wages are? Let's finish talking quickly, and then everyone can go back to their own business."

When they heard about the wages, everyone held their breath and stared at Lin.

Lin's lips curved slightly. "The daily wage is sixty wen, but no meals are provided. Someone just mentioned working more hours. We in the Cui family won't let our fellow villagers work for nothing. If someone works for four hours a day, the extra hours will be calculated as fifteen wen per hour."

"Sixty wen a day! That's too high."

Everyone was in disbelief, even Old Mrs. Cui gasped. Was the third son's wife really not afraid of losing money?

Of course, Lin had calculated the wages repeatedly.

The recipe for making glue must be kept secret, and this work must be done by our own family. The rest of the repair work will be very fast. If we calculate it as one bowl repaired per minute, at least more than one hundred bowls can be repaired in one hour.

Fifteen cents is not a lot.

"We're all in the same village anyway, so it's just a few steps away from home for food. With such a high wage, I'd still rush to go even if they don't provide me with food in the city."

Even the head of the company was moved by what he heard.

"We've made the working hours and wages clear. Now let's talk about the specific work." Lin took out a broken bowl and his expression became serious. "Everyone should know that our family repairs broken products for the brick kiln factory, so we hired people to come here to repair bowls and basins."

"This is a meticulous job, and the requirement is that the person doing the work must be patient and careful. We won't hire people who are careless or rough."

The village head added, "Those with strong hands shouldn't come here, or the bowl will break in two if you use too much force."

The others burst into laughter, and at the same time they also thought about Lin's request.

"Mother Jingwen, do you think I can do it? Before I left home, I learned embroidery from my sister-in-law for two years. I am very patient when working."

A young woman raised her hands to show Lin while speaking. Her rough palms had nothing to do with embroidery, but her slender fingers barely gave a glimpse of her youthful grace.

"Okay." Lin nodded with a smile and signaled Cui Jingwen to write down the woman's name.

After someone took the lead, many people lined up to sign up.

Some people saw their names written on paper for the first time, and looked at their names over and over again, fascinated.

Soon, there were more than forty names written down on the paper. These were the ones left after Old Lady Cui secretly rejected many people.

The village head sent the villagers away and told them to go back and wait for news.

After everyone had left, the village head rubbed his hands and said, "Mother Jingwen, that..."

Lin was looking at the list and looked up at the village head.

The village head was a little embarrassed: "You know Youqing and Youxi from my family. They are good at their jobs..."

Lin laughed, thinking that this was an attempt to take the back door.

"Then add them both, and we'll discuss the details when we get home."

Then he asked Cui Jingwen to add their names.

The recruitment process took less than an hour, and the Cui family members were all in high spirits when they returned home.

A group of people gathered in the main house.

Old man Cui held up the paper seriously and read it carefully two or three times.