"When you go to the village, don't call me Sir anymore, call me Master!"
"Yes, sir!"
"When you meet your husband, you must be respectful and don't lose your etiquette!"
"Yes, sir!"
A carriage drove into Dawangzhuang, Xu Captou opened the curtain, and Zhao Weimin stepped out.
Four government servants were dressed as servants, with swords and bows and crossbows hidden in the carriage.
Taking advantage of Wang Ergou's complaint, he captured Xing San and Fang Tiexin, and undermined the horse owner's prestige. He took advantage of the situation and took control of most of the county government offices.
I also worked hard to write down the demolition of the market wall and create a night economic plan, and then I had some free time and came to Dawangzhuang, which I had been thinking about for a long time.
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On the day of the complaint, something happened in the fish market, and he also heard from Capt. Xu.
With just a few words, the teacher turned the cowardly people into almost riots. This technique of manipulating people's hearts can be said to turn one's hand into clouds and his hand into rain.
If such a great sage could serve the imperial court, it would be a great blessing.
As a group of people walked into the village, the villagers watched from a distance and talked about it from time to time!
"Xu Captou!"
Zhao Weimin was also looking at the villagers: "How do you feel the difference between the villagers in this village and other places!"
Xu Captou, who is good at observing, can see the difference in Dawang Village at a glance.
"good!"
Zhao Weimin nodded with satisfaction and walked towards a blind old man: "Brother, I see you are so happy. Is there something big happy at home?"
"There's nothing happy about it. My son has joined Brother Yuan's fishing team and he can get a monthly salary, plus no less than two yuan of bonus at the end of the month. In the past, people from all over the country thought I was poor and were unwilling to go as a matchmaker for my son.
Now that all the matchmakers have crossed the threshold, it’s my turn to pick them, and I picked a good one for my son. The matchmaker will grow up to be good-looking, have a big butt, and be able to have babies, hehe!”
No matter who asked the question, Blind Wang raised his head and looked beaming.
"One son became angry when he joined the fishing team. Two of my sons joined the fish selling team. Each of them earned at least two guan per month. Plus their bonuses, my family earned no less than 6 guan per month.
We don’t even care about this, but you Wang Xiazi’s family earns so much in a month, and you still have the nerve to show off!”
A hunchbacked old man said, "Don't show off." He shouted so loudly that the whole village could hear him.
"The fishing team earns two guans a month, and the fish-selling team earns three guans a month!"
Zhao Weimin was shocked.
There is a surplus of labor in the countryside, and there are many laborers working. As long as they have enough food to eat, they can do without wages.
Even if it's a very heavy job, three hundred cents a month is enough.
The gentleman was so generous that he gave the villagers two or three wages a month.
This is really a life for the people!
The group of people continued to step forward, and many little children looked at it curiously from a distance!
Nowadays, strangers often come to Dawang Village. The little baby has seen more people and is no longer afraid.
Zhao Weimin walked towards a little doll and said, "What's your name!"
The little guy with a tiger's head and a tiger's head was wearing crotchless pants, with a string of clear snot sucking up and down in his nasal cavity, and he spoke in a milky voice: "My name is Wang Sanhu."
Zhao Weimin took out a piece of maltose and handed it over: "I'll give you a piece of maltose to eat. Tell uncle why your little hands and face are so clean?"
I often visit the countryside and see many babies, all with black hands and black faces.
This Dawang Village is different. Some of the babies are all black, while others are white.
"No!"
Wang Sanhu put his little hands back, shook his head vigorously, and two pieces of clear mucus floated in the air: "Yuan Guo told us, those who give us sweets are all traffickers, and they want to kill us."
Swindle him away and sell him, so that he can never see my father and brother again through the secret door. I will not eat the sweets of you, a human trafficker!"
"Human traffickers!"
Zhao Weimin couldn't laugh or cry!
He was a dignified scholar, but this kid called him a human trafficker.