Traveling to Ancient Times: My Space Contains Weapons

After the meal, Li Qinglian took a bag of rice and headed towards Gu Xiufang's house without saying a word.

Chu Chen told her last night that he would send some food over.

It seems this girl has taken it to heart.

So I went there early, because if I went too late, I was afraid that Sister Xiufang would go into the mountains to collect dried goods again.

Is Sister Xiufang home?

Li Qinglian called out from outside a thatched house that was even more dilapidated than Chu Chen's.

"Oh, it's Qinglian! Come in and sit down."

"Hey, I said you're here, why did you bring anything?"

Gu Xiufang warmly ushered Li Qinglian into the house and brought out a stool for her to sit on.

Li Qinglian looked around the room. Although the house was dilapidated, it was kept clean and tidy.

This is enough to prove that Gu Xiufang is a diligent woman.

Li Qinglian handed her the rice and said, "My husband asked me to bring this to you, sister-in-law, to thank you for helping us so much before."

He even deliberately emphasized the word "sir" in his speech.

She acted as if she was afraid that Chu Chen had sent her.

Gu Xiufang understood Li Qinglian's meaning perfectly well. She accepted the grain with a smile, but her heart was filled with gratitude.

"Hey girl, you're practically desperate to find yourself a partner."

Gu Xiufang spoke frankly and without any attempt to hide what Li Qinglian was thinking.

Then she added, "It's a pity that I'm in this situation, sister-in-law. You know, there's always gossip around a widow's door."

Li Qinglian was surprised that Gu Xiufang would say that.

It's clear that this carefree young wife is unlike the others.

If someone else were to bring them food or money, they would leech off them like leeches.

After chatting for a while, Li Qinglian returned home, thinking she should talk to her husband and find a way for her to earn some money.

At this moment, Chu Chen was discussing the septic tank with Chang Wei.

He had no idea that his wife, under the guise of delivering grain, had gone to find her a mistress.

If they knew, they'd probably exclaim: "I absolutely love this feudal society!"

“Young Master Chu, this septic tank you mentioned, with three layers, means there’s no more farmyard manure left.”

Chang Wei pondered for a long time before suddenly blurting out this sentence.

Chu Chen was at a loss for words when asked the question.

I live in a villa; I'm here to enjoy life. What do I need that stuff for?

Just as Chu Chen was making arrangements, his second uncle, Chu Dazhuang, rushed over.

“Nephew, the workshop is finished. Why don’t you go and take a look?”

Wow, that was fast, you figured it out in just over half a month.

Just when I was wondering how to answer Chang Wei, my second uncle's arrival came at the perfect time.

So he turned to Chu Dazhuang and said, "That's right, we should go and see. Mr. Chang, please excuse me."

The two arrived at the foot of the mountain, where a modern-style factory covering about ten acres came into view.

The walls are made of blue bricks on all four sides and plastered with lime.

The ceiling is made of wooden beams and tiles, which looks ordinary, but once inside, the ground is flat and hard.

Compared to the thatched houses in Mashan Village, this house is already considered a super mansion.

Even the village chief's house was just a mud-brick house with stone walls; they couldn't afford to use blue bricks.

Looking at the clean and tidy factory, Chu Chen nodded in satisfaction.

At this moment, Chu Dazhuang led over a man and said, "Nephew, this is Uncle Feng Wu, the only bricklayer in our Mashan Village."

"Chuwazi, what are you going to do with such a big room?"

"Haha, thank you for your hard work, Uncle Feng. I have a great use for this thing, but I'll keep it a secret for now."

Turning to Chu Dazhuang, he asked, "Second Uncle, have they been paid their wages? How were they calculated?"

"The master earns 30 coins a day, and the apprentice earns 10 coins a day. All payments have been settled."

Holy crap, the labor cost is incredibly low. A master craftsman working year-round without a break can only earn about ten taels of silver a year.

Looking at the villagers in front of him, Chu Chen waved his hand and addressed them.

"Since everyone has completed the project ahead of schedule, I hereby announce that each person will receive a bonus of 500 cash, and Uncle Feng will receive one tael."

Although they didn't know what a bonus was, it was a fact that Chu was going to give everyone money.

Upon hearing this announcement, everyone on the construction site cheered.

"This Chu kid is reliable. He not only treated everyone to a meal, but also paid them extra."

"Chu boy, if you need this kind of work in the future, you'll have to call me again. I guarantee I'll do it perfectly for you."

"Yes, Chuwa, and me too..."

Seeing the lively scene below, Chu Chen deeply felt the allure of money.

Chu Dazhuang looked at Chu Chen with a pained expression, wondering why this child couldn't seem to shake off his extravagant spending habits.

Chu Chen, seemingly unconcerned, spoke again.

"Next, there's another task. My workshop is now complete, so I need everyone's help with the work."

"The wages are 15 coins per person per day, and two meals are provided. Those who are willing to come can stay. Those who are not can go to my second uncle's place to collect their wages and then go home."

Upon hearing this, the dozens of people in the workshop fell silent for a moment.

Chu Chen wondered if the opening was too low. Just as he was about to speak, a burst of enthusiastic cheers erupted from below.

Unsurprisingly, no one left.

Chu Chen raised his hand to quiet the room, and the scene instantly fell silent.

"Alright, since no one is leaving, I'll tell you what we're going to do."

“Find your own people, form groups of ten, and line up in front of me.”

Although no one knew what Chu Chen was going to do, they had already made plans and invited him to join them. In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, six lines were already in front of him.

"Alright, now, among the ten of you, who feels they can manage this group of ten, please step forward voluntarily or you can help each other to elect your team leader."

Upon hearing this, everyone looked at each other, wondering what Chu Chen was up to.

Seeing the confused crowd, Chu Chen continued, "Each group leader receives 20 coins per day."

"However, let me make this clear from the start: the team leader not only has to do the work, but also has to help me supervise the people in your team to see if there are any who are slacking off or cheating."

"Also, the group leader is not fixed. If you slack off, all nine people in the group can supervise you. Then, the group will vote monthly to elect a new group leader."

"Now, those who feel they are capable of doing the job, come find me outside in a little while."

What a joke! I'm not a philanthropist. I can give you food, but you have to work.

Managing people is the simplest method.

Chu Chen believed that the group leaders would make good use of their limited Weibo accounts to supervise their group members.

Moreover, you can't slack off. If you have a high income, there will always be people eyeing your position.

Seeing the hesitant crowd, Chu Chen gave them time.

He called out to Chu Dazhuang and Uncle Feng and then walked out of the factory.

"Uncle Feng, this workshop will need your help again. Divide it into ten rooms of the same size."

"Make sure the last room is sturdy; I want to use it as a storeroom."

Listening to Chu Chen's instructions, Feng Wu said that there was no problem at all, and then turned around and went back into the workshop.