When the people heard that Jin Feng was in an emergency, they stopped pestering him and quickly got out of the way.
Da Liu quickly ordered his two guards to clear the way in front.
The further you go towards the village, the more people there are.
Jin Feng finally understood why Xiaoyu used flying pigeons to deliver the message instead of sending someone to Tiegong Mountain to report the message.
The people almost blocked the road, and it was estimated that it would be noon before people were sent to Tiejuan Mountain.
Back in the village, there were more people, and the threshing floor at the entrance of the village was full of people.
It took a lot of effort for Da Liu to push through the crowd and send Jin Feng into the village.
Xiaoyu came up with three village chiefs.
"Brother Feng, you're finally back. Let's see if it's busy!"
The old village chief looked at the lively village entrance, his beard trembling with excitement.
Xihewan has always been a bullied village in the past. When bandits from Iron Can Mountain come to collect the annual grain, Xihewan pays a little more than other villages.
Now Xihewan has become the most famous village in Jinchuan, and it is more lively than the county government every day.
As the village leader, he is more prestigious than the town mayor.
Today's scene was something he had never dared to imagine before.
"Dad, don't worry about whether it's lively or not. With so many people here, if something happens, I'll see if you still laugh!"
Xiaoyu was exactly the opposite of the old village chief, with a sad face at this time.
"Xiaoyu's worries are justified."
Jin Feng nodded: "Let Brother Liang call more people over to maintain order, but be sure not to cause any trouble."
"Brother Liang has already called all the escorts in the back mountain."
Xiaoyu said helplessly: "But there are too many people coming, and the ones coming now are all nearby. By noon and afternoon, I don't know how many more people will come."
"Is there anyone else behind?" Jin Feng asked.
"Yes," Xiaoyu nodded: "I just received a message that many people in the county are rushing to our side."
"Can you send someone to persuade them? Tell them that I understand their wishes and tell them not to come. It's so far away and so cold. Don't freeze." Jin Feng said.
"I've tried to persuade you, but it's no use. Everyone says that my husband has opened a factory and he didn't starve to death this year. They all come to wish you a happy new year."
Xiaoyu said helplessly.
"What simple people!"
Jin Feng sighed with emotion, his eyes slightly moist.
In fact, in his heart, he really didn't feel that he had done anything good.
Setting up a factory is also about making money.
The people earned wages in the factory, and also created value for Jin Feng that was higher than their wages.
According to his previous life, he was a capitalist who made a living by extracting workers' surplus value.
But the people of Dakang are too simple and simple, and their lives have been too hard before. If someone treats them better, they will remember it in their hearts.
Repaying kindness with a drop of water and a spring of spring has always been one of the traditions adhered to by the descendants of the Yan and Huang Dynasties.
He saved up some food frugally and came to give Jin Feng a gift.
This also made Jin Feng feel a little uncomfortable, and he even wanted to discuss with Tang Xiaobei to increase the workers' wages.
But then I gave up the idea.
Because Zhu Linglong’s mother, Zhu Chen, is right, business must make money to last long.
If a factory is not profitable, it cannot survive.
At that time, workers will lose their jobs and return to their previous living conditions.
In the long run, this is not a good thing.
"Inform the canteen of the textile factory to ask everyone to work hard, work overtime, and steam more steamed buns. We can't let everyone come from afar and go back hungry."
Jin Feng explained.
During the Chinese New Year, the textile factories are on holiday and the canteens are also on holiday.
"I have informed you that Third Uncle and the others have gone," Xiaoyu replied.
"That's good." Jin Feng nodded with satisfaction.
Xiaoyu is becoming more and more experienced in doing things. Before he comes back, he has not only arranged for Zhang Liang to send people to maintain order, but also arranged the canteen.
"Xiaorou, take people to the warehouse to get a few baskets of copper coins. Each commoner will be given three copper coins as lucky money."
Jin Feng looked at Guan Xiaorou and Tang Xiaobei again: "Xiaobei, go help Xiaorou."
"good!"
Guan Xiaorou and Tang Xiaobei quickly led people to the warehouse on the back mountain.
Jin Feng did not go back, but waited at the entrance of the village.
When Guan Xiaorou brought the copper coins over, Jin Feng had several tables set up at the entrance of the village, with a basket of copper coins placed behind each table.
It happened that the canteen also sent someone to say that the steamed buns were ready, so Jin Feng had people bring the steamed buns over.
After the preparations were completed, Jin Feng climbed onto the wooden platform at the entrance of the village.
Dang! Dang! Dang!
Da Liu knocked hard on the gong on the wooden platform, and the noisy threshing floor gradually became quiet.
The people turned their heads to look at Jin Feng who was standing on the stage.
"Happy New Year to everyone, folks!"
Jin Feng first wished the people a happy New Year, and then raised a tin trumpet and shouted: "Thank you all for coming to wish me a New Year. I am very grateful, but there are too many people, so I won't be polite to you. Your thoughts are with me."
Just take it and give it to the brother behind the desk."
Before the people came, they all wanted to meet Jin Feng and give him gifts with their own hands.
However, when they arrived at the place, they discovered that there were so many people coming that Jin Feng could not receive them one by one.
Although the people were a little disappointed, they did not make trouble and carried baskets to the table one after another.
But what surprised them was that after Jin Feng came down from the high platform, he did not go back to the village. Instead, he came behind the table and congratulated the people who came to give gifts.
There were three escorts standing behind each table, one responsible for receiving gifts, one responsible for distributing copper coins, and one responsible for distributing steamed buns.
Three copper coins and two steamed buns for each citizen.
"Sir, how does this happen?"
The old man at the front waved his hand repeatedly when he saw that the escort was about to hand out money.
People were having a hard time, and most of the gifts they gave were thick-wheat steamed buns, with a few eggs in them at most.
And Jin Feng's return gift was more valuable than the gifts they gave.
"Uncle, I accept your wishes."
Jin Feng took the basket from the old man's hand, took out the thick steamed buns inside, and then put the copper coins and steamed buns into the basket: "This is my wish. I can't accept it if you don't accept it."
After saying that, he couldn't help but put the basket back into the old man's hand.
The old man wanted to say something else, but the people behind him had already pushed him away.
The old man had no choice but to hold the basket and bow to Jin Feng, then turned and left.
On this day, Jin Feng was busy at the entrance of the village until mid-afternoon.
The various gifts received were piled up in half a warehouse, and more than a dozen baskets of copper coins were distributed.
The chefs in the canteen of the textile factory have forgotten how many steamed buns they steamed today. They only know that they did not take a break and kept kneading the noodles.
Even so, he was too busy. Later, it was Zhang Liang who took out the Zhenyuan Army's cauldron and found dozens of people from the bodyguards to help make the noodles, and finally the steamed buns were served at the speed of Cunkou.
Fortunately, there is a textile factory in Xihewan Village, so we have sufficient food supplies, otherwise there really wouldn’t be so much food.
I kept busy until mid-afternoon, but finally no more people came.
In the middle of the threshing floor, Liu Tiezheng was leading the tiger hunting team to set up a stage.
After dark, a bonfire was lit around the threshing floor.
People from Xihewan, Guanjiawan, and surrounding villages came together carrying small benches.
Soon, the threshing floor became crowded again.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Fireworks shot up into the sky, covering up the firelight.