The female general of the last days returned to ancient times to raise a young prostitute

The village chief distributed the tools he bought to everyone.

Mo's mother found several women in the village who were close friends with the Mo family. These women were paid 15 wen a day and only provided the workers with three meals a day. Such good workers were hard to find even with a lantern. The women secretly thanked their good fortune for being close to the Mo family, otherwise such a good opportunity would never have come to them.

There were those cunning old women who, upon hearing the news, all rushed to the Mo family to show their courtesy, simply wanting to get a job. Some of them were diligent and willing to endure hardships, so Mo's mother kept them.

Mo's mother has no use for some old women who are usually gossipy and cunning. After all, cooking is no different from other jobs. If they are not honest and bring all the grain, oil, rice and flour home, how much loss will there be? For safety reasons, it is better not to use them.

The woman who didn't get any work felt unbalanced and started to speak in a sour tone.

The Mo family just relies on their wealth and power. What's so great about that? They pick and choose, and they really take themselves seriously.

That's right, if you don't know, you might think this mountain belongs to them. They are really good at pretending.

Hey! I don't know how their family knew this noble man. It's reasonable for this noble man to let the village chief be responsible for road construction, but why did he let Mo Daqiang and his family also get involved?

Who knows?

This Mr. Mo is about to rise in power day by day, so it’s better not to offend him, said a woman.

Mrs. Lai said, "You are just timid, what's so great about that? Isn't it that their family relies on Mo Daya, who is strong and can fight? That's why they look down on everyone in the village. They don't think about the fact that if it weren't for our old man who gave their mother and son a bite to eat, they wouldn't be able to survive until now and have the good life they have now."

If Mo's mother, Old Lady Mo, heard such remarks, she would definitely spit in her face. This Old Man Lai did give their family two steamed buns at that time. There was a famine that year, and Old Man Mo was a bandit. There were only the two of them, mother and son, at home. Many people starved to death in the village that year. Their family had support from her mother's family, so they didn't starve to death, but life was indeed miserable.

Their family could only eat one meal a day because they had to eat the little food they had carefully, otherwise they would starve to death after eating it all.

Old Man Lai worked for a wealthy family and earned a few steamed buns. He had a secret plan for Old Lady Mo at the time. After all, at the beginning, the news that Old Man Mo was a bandit had not spread. So when Old Man Lai saw that Old Lady Mo was living alone with a child, he wanted to take advantage of her, so he thought of using the steamed buns to make Old Lady Mo commit to him.

Unexpectedly, Old Mrs. Mo ignored him at all, so he took the steamed buns and tried to coax the young father Mo in front of Old Mrs. Mo. Because he was not full, the young father Mo could not resist the temptation and ate the steamed buns in just a few bites.

Old Mrs. Mo couldn't stop it, and it was eaten by Mo's father.

Old Man Lai planned to use a steamed bun to force Old Lady Mo, saying that if she didn't obey, she should return the bun.

Old Mrs. Mo was furious. It was a year of famine, so how could there be any extra food?

As luck would have it, Mrs. Lai happened to see Old Man Lai feeding steamed buns to Mr. Mo, so she made a scene at the door of Old Lady Mo's house. Old Lady Mo had no choice but to give three days of her own food rations to Mrs. Lai's family as compensation. Because of this, they had not eaten for three days and only drank water when they were hungry.

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In the morning, several women distributed steamed buns to the workers, two buns per person and a bowl of rice porridge. Each of them held a large white bun in their hands, silently giving the Mo family a thumbs-up for their generosity. In this era of material scarcity, large white buns were a precious delicacy, and those without a certain amount of wealth could not afford them.

Therefore, everyone cherishes the white flour buns in their hands.

After everyone finished their meal, the village chief began to assign tasks. Mo Rao paid the village chief fifty cents a day. His main job was to guide and assign tasks, as well as do some miscellaneous tasks related to the project.

For the village chief, this is a good job that is hard to find even with a lantern.

During these three days, Mo Rao had already mapped out the route for the mountain road, and bricks began to be shipped in large quantities to Mojia Village. The bricks were delivered directly to the foot of the mountain, where Mo's father built a simple thatched shed so that he could check on the items at night, and the petty thieves in the village did not dare to commit crimes openly.

Everyone started working according to the positions marked by Mo Rao.

When building a road on the mountain, there are gravel and trees everywhere. If you want to build a road on the mountain, you not only have to level the uneven road surface, but also clear the gravel, weeds and trees.

Each team has a clear division of labor. One team is in front cutting trees to clear the way, and the guards follow the other team to cut trees to clear the way. Because the first mountain is on the periphery, there is generally no danger. They only need to pay attention to the movements around them and do not need to concentrate too much, so everyone can work without delay.

The second team dug up the roots and cleared the cut trees to the sides of the road where they were out of the way.

The third team dug soil and moved stones to prepare the road surface, the fourth team transported the stones down the mountain, and the people at the foot of the mountain moved blue bricks and clay up the mountain. The entire process was completed by manpower.

For some young children, the village chief would have people clear the weeds.

Mo Rao was marking the route at the front. For a while, this mountain was the busiest place in the entire Mo Village.

In this freezing cold season, the people working on the mountain road repairing didn't feel a bit of chill. In the cold winter, everyone was busy chopping trees and carrying gravel, working in full swing.

Everyone was steaming hot, and some even had their clothes soaked with sweat, but even so, the smiles on their faces did not diminish at all. Who wouldn't be happy and excited to have such a good job in winter?