Even in the 21st century, when technology is sufficiently advanced, textiles are still a labor-intensive industry that requires a large number of workers.
The more people there are, the faster Jin Feng makes money, so there is no reason to reject the old patriarch.
"I, Jin Feng, keep my word. My brothers and uncles have done what they promised me, and I will fulfill my promise."
Jin Feng turned around and pointed at the textile workshop behind him: "When this is done, the village chief can send dozens of girls over first."
The newly built textile workshop can accommodate hundreds of spinning wheels. It works in two shifts day and night, and can accommodate women from both Xihewan and Guanjiawan villages.
It's just that the carpenter's speed is too slow, and it will probably take some time to make so many spinning wheels.
"Thank you, uncle," the old patriarch finally felt relieved when he heard Jin Feng say this: "Don't worry, uncle, I will take care of him when I get back. That bastard Zhuzhu dares to barge at my uncle, and I won't break his dog legs."
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"It won't be a big deal if he breaks his leg. Just tell him not to make trouble in the workshop again."
Jin Feng didn't care whether Guan Zhuzi was dead or alive. He had never taken this person into his heart, but Jin Feng knew that Guan Xiaorou still cared about her mother's family.
If the clan leader really breaks Guan Zhuzhu's leg, Guan Xiaorou will definitely be sad.
Guan Xiaorou is his wife, and her mood swings will also have a great impact on Jin Feng.
He is so busy now that he doesn't even have enough time to sleep, and he doesn't want to cause more trouble because of an unimportant Guan Zhuzi.
The old patriarch received Jin Feng's assurance and left with satisfaction.
"Master, I'm sorry, my brother has caused trouble for you."
As soon as the old patriarch left, Guan Xiaorou came in. Her eyes were still red, and she had obviously just cried.
"It's not a big deal. Okay, don't cry."
Jin Feng closed the door, took Guan Xiaorou into his arms, and wiped his tears.
Guan Xiaorou was also a little angry at Guan Zhuzhu's actions, and said angrily: "I will never send them anything again, let's see how proud he is."
"We can ignore your brother, but we can't ignore your mother, right?"
Jin Feng ruffled Guan Xiaorou's hair: "It's not easy for your mother to raise you like this. It's appropriate to provide some support, but don't let your brother dictate what's going on in the workshop anymore.
You also know that the spinning wheel is very important to us, he should not be interested in the spinning wheel, let alone threaten Dongdong."
Blood relatives cannot be just thrown away.
Jin Feng doesn't mind if Guan Xiaorou helps Guan Zhuzi's family, it won't cost much anyway, he just hopes that the other party won't cause trouble for him.
"Master, you are so kind to me."
Guan Xiaorou sniffed and buried her face in Jin Feng's arms.
This girl is getting more and more clingy...
Jin Feng patted Guan Xiaorou on the back: "Is the meal ready? I've been busy in the workshop all morning and I'm starving."
"It's done, I'll serve it to you."
Guan Xiaorou reluctantly let go of her arms, ran out and brought in a tray.
A bowl of rice, a bowl of fragrant and rich chicken soup, and a plate of side dishes.
"Looks like I need to find some time to get a wok out."
Jin Feng sighed silently in his heart, picked up the chicken soup and poured it on the rice.
Dakang's cooking methods were as backward as its smelting technology. There were no woks like those of later generations, only various stew pots, and stews were the main meals.
Runniang was very attentive in making Jin Feng's soup. She simmered it slowly for several hours each time without adding too many seasonings. The stewed chicken soup was fragrant and rich, and tasted very good.
But you will get tired of eating anything all the time, especially for someone like Jin Feng who has experienced real delicious food and eats soup every day. He really can't bear it anymore and has long thought of building a wok.
It takes a lot of effort to make an iron pot purely by hand. Jin Feng has been too busy recently and has never taken the time.
The trouble caused by Guan Zhuzhu was just a small episode, but the men in Guanjiawan worked even harder, and the construction site looked the same every day.
In Jin Feng's plan, the people in Guanjiawan were also his workers. In order to resolve the conflict between the two villages, Jin Feng deliberately separated and reorganized the men from the two villages to work together.
The historical conflicts between the two villages were, to put it bluntly, nothing more than trivial matters. Now they have greater interests. The village chiefs of the two villages have repeatedly emphasized that they should not cause trouble. After the initial awkwardness, the men of the two villages slowly began to
Slowly they began to become harmonious, and their cooperation with each other became more and more skillful.
Jin Feng, Mancang and Tang Dongdong started working together and quickly built more than a hundred spinning wheels, filling two large rooms.
The textile workshop also officially moved from Jin Feng's small courtyard to the new factory building.
If all the workshops were filled up, they could accommodate hundreds of spinning wheels, and it would not be appropriate to call them workshops. Jin Feng simply put up a sign at the door of the factory, with the characters "Xihewan Textile Factory" written on it in calligraphy.
“If a slap in the face is not enough to educate people in the village, why hang up a sign?”
Tang Dongdong asked curiously.
Jin Feng smiled and did not answer.
Hanging up a sign is the same as veterans shouting the slogan "121". It may not have much effect in the short term, but over time, it can increase the workers' sense of collective identity.
With so many spinning wheels, it was not enough for all the women in Xihewan to be employed, so Jin Feng fulfilled his promise and called the old patriarch of Guanjiawan.
"Uncle, do you have anything to do with me?"
The old patriarch looked at Jin Feng expectantly.
Although he was supervising work at the construction site, he had also been paying attention to what was happening in the textile factory.
After moving from the textile factory, he waited for Jin Feng to find him.
"Grandpa Third, the textile factory has moved here, it's time for me to fulfill my promise."
Jin Feng poured a bowl of cold water for the old patriarch and said with a smile: "Grandpa San will go back today to pick fifty female workers, and they can come to work tomorrow."
"Fifty?"
The old patriarch had some disappointment on his face.
Guanjiawan has a larger population than Xihewan, and there are hundreds of women who can work, while Jinfeng only has fifty, and the remaining families still have to go hungry.
"Third Grandpa, don't worry, these fifty people are just the first batch."
Jin Feng said with a smile: "I am still making spinning wheels here, and I will definitely continue to recruit people in the future, not only female workers, but male workers as well."
Hearing what Jin Feng said, the old patriarch finally felt relieved: "Don't worry, uncle, I will bring him to you tomorrow."
That night, the old patriarch returned to Guanjiawan and held a village meeting and selected fifty girls.
In order to show sincerity, the old patriarch selected all young women between the ages of sixteen and twenty-five, who were at the right age, and there were no old, weak, sick or disabled women.
Tang Dongdong was very satisfied with this and incorporated them all into the day shift.
After all, the textile factory does not have dormitories yet, and these female workers have to go back to Guanjiawan to sleep every day.
Fortunately, there were dozens of men in Guanjiawan who also worked in Xihewan, so they happened to go back together, saving Jin Feng the need to send someone to escort them.