Upon hearing the old rules, many villagers became excited and couldn't help but rub their hands.
Hongye asked curiously: "What's the old rule?"
"Pay wages and bonuses!"
After dropping two words, Dahu stepped forward to help!
Hongye Rising’s mouth: “It turns out it’s a division of the spoils, no wonder you’re so excited!”
Every time there was a big fight in the village and the spoils were divided among the brothers, everyone was very excited.
Since Li Shihan was taken away by Li Sansi, the recent accounts were done by the patriarch Wang Bizhong.
Wang Yuan opened the accounts and asked people to bring out the money and prepare to pay wages and bonuses.
Wang Bizhong was one step behind, standing behind Wang Yuan with his hands behind his back, looking proud and proud!
Since taking charge of the night school and keeping accounts, he has regained his patriarchal dignity.
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I have found the sense of superiority I had before, being the leader in the village!
But in front of Wang Yuan, he did not dare to be presumptuous.
After all, there are too many lessons learned from the past, and today the horse owner Bo was in trouble again, so he was always reminded to correct his position.
"Brother Yuan, the weather is cold and there is less fishing, and the soap has not been sold. We don't want the bonus. The salary is enough for everyone to eat!"
"Yes, don't post so much, as long as everyone is not hungry!"
"You still want to be a salt merchant, which also requires a lot of money. We can't hold you back!"
The villagers spoke in unison.
Everyone knows how much medicine is used every day and how much fish is sold for!
The food in the cafeteria is so good, so it seems that Wang Yuan will lose money.
People's hearts are made of flesh. Wang Yuan is so kind to them, how can they be greedy!
Therefore, we all agreed to reduce wages.
Wang Yuan smiled warmly and said: "Don't worry, everyone, the soap hasn't been sold, but it's not that it can't be sold. This time I went to Jiushan County, I also made some money. Let's start as promised!"
"Yes, Brother Yuan has made money in the county, so don't worry!"
Some of the returning escort boys echoed!
In the days before Jun Cheng came back, people were delivering money to other courtyards all day long!
Although they didn't know the specific amount, they all knew that Brother Yuan had made a lot of money.
Those who followed came back with one hundred taels of silver each, and their wages were also increased to thirty taels.
The villagers were relieved!
The young guard carried the money box, which contained 90% copper coins and 10% silver.
"Wang Xiaotian, a member of the fishing team, one tael of salary and one tael of bonus!"
"Wang Dayou, a member of the fishing team, one tael of salary and one tael of bonus!"
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"Bad Dou, Mr. School, salary is thirty taels, bonus is thirty taels!"
"Wang Bizhong, a night school teacher who also works in the accounting department, the salary is 40 taels and the bonus is 40 taels!"
"Wang Qingshan, captain of the soap team, salary is 40 taels, bonus is 40 taels!"
"Changsheng, security captain, salary is fifty taels, bonus is fifty taels!"
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"Li Cheng, a retired veteran, gets a salary of thirty taels and a bonus of thirty taels!"
After half an hour's pay, more than 1,200 taels of silver including wages and bonuses were paid.
For example, Uncle Shanshan, Erhu, and Sihai, who are in the county, all have their own money and money led by their families!
After receiving eight taels of silver at a time, the clan leader Wang Bi was hit with a smile that reached his back teeth, and the literary spirit was completely lost.
The most pitiable thing is Bastard Badou. He worked hard to earn six taels of silver in a month. Before he could hold it in his hands, his father Wang Bizhong took it away. He said that he would save it for him and use it to marry his daughter-in-law in the future!
Black armor, veterans are the most excited!
I have long heard that military advisors receive money at the beginning of the month. It is a unique feeling to receive the money in person.
Uncle, although Zhao Qinghe still feels distressed, he can understand and accept it: when people gather together, if you don’t give money, who will do the work for you? Work hard!
Red leaves were stunned from beginning to end.
They were bandits, they were doing robbing business without any capital, and they never made money like this.