After some words, Song Zhou was speechless, and in the end she could only use her usual tricks.
Playing tricks.
"I don't care, even if the family is separated, they are still members of our old Song family. My fourth son is gone, and I can't even protect his only bloodline!"
"Song Laosi's bloodline is here. Whether you can keep it or not, it will be like splitting up the family. Aunt Song, you still have to clear things up."
Lin Maofeng despises the Song Zhou family the most.
"Song and Li's mother and son have just moved here to live well. It's better not to say any unpleasant things to Mrs. Song in the future. Your sixth child will be promoted to a scholar in the future, but don't ruin everything because of the examination.
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Chaju is a system for selecting officials in Da Rong. Before being appointed, the court will send people to Maocai's hometown to investigate. Virtue, filial piety and honesty are the most important parts.
Lin Maofeng's words frightened Song Zhou's face and turned pale.
She remembered that Lao Liu seemed to have said something similar to her, but she would forget it when she got excited.
At that moment, Mrs. Song Zhou went back dejectedly without saying a word.
Lin Maofeng went to find Song Chen.
He had basically decided on the workers in the workshop, and he had to ask Song Chen to see if he had any opinions.
Song Chen had just finished breakfast and was going to go to the workshop to have a look. When he saw Lin Maofeng coming, he invited him to go to the workshop with him.
On the way, the two of them talked about the workers.
"I heard that some of the people Uncle Li Zheng mentioned are members of the same family, right?"
Song Chen didn't pay much attention to most of the people in Beiguan Village, but basically she remembered them after hearing about them.
Lin Maofeng nodded, "There are some like this. These families are all famous in the village for being honest and hard-working."
"I don't have any objections to the people Uncle Li Zheng is looking for. It's just that when our workshop starts to put into production, it won't need many workers. Three families have taken half of the twenty places, which means that my workshop has been in short time.
It can only help less than ten households create new income."
Since she didn't ask Cang Xiuxuan to send someone over, but was looking for someone in the village, she just wanted to create some employment opportunities for the people in the village, so that everyone wouldn't have to live so hard.
As she grew bigger, everyone in the village supported her.
Lin Maofeng thought about what she meant, "You mean to involve as many people as possible?"
"Yes, I hope that the first batch of 20 places will come from 20 households. Our village has 70 or 80 households. We should find 20 hard-working and willing people from the 80 households.
There is no problem. As for the others who have not been selected yet, part of them can be used as reserves for the next batch. Those who are not selected can go collect herbs and sell them."
"Girl Chen, you..."
Listening to Song Chen's words, Lin Maofeng felt unprecedentedly excited in his heart.
When Song Chen said it before, he didn't feel it so real, but when she told him this today, he seemed to have seen the bright future of Beiguan Village.
"Uncle Li Zheng, I'm from Beiguan Village. If we want to be happy together, we should all be happy together." Song Chen knew what he meant by what he didn't finish.
"Okay, okay, okay, everyone in Beiguan Village must thank you!" Lin Maofeng said several good words in a row.
"I immediately went to call the whole village together, and then selected the workers in the workshop in public. I also took this opportunity to tell everyone other things."
After Lin Maofeng finished speaking, he turned around and headed back to the village.
Song Chen didn't stop him. What he did was purely to earn her reputation in the village, and she was happy to see the results.
Lin Maofeng moved quickly. After beating gongs and drums, the whole village gathered in the center of the village.
Everyone gathered around and whispered, not knowing what was going on.
Lin Maofeng stood on the high platform, looked at the dense crowd of people below, and began to shout at the top of his lungs, "The Song family's pharmaceutical workshop is recruiting workers. The first batch of twenty honest and hard-working people will be hired. Anyone who wants to go can come."
I sign up here, get fifteen cents a day, and get one day off every month."
"In addition, we need to recruit thirty preliminary workers. These thirty workers will start working about a month after the workshop starts. Anyone who wants to join can come to me to sign up. The salary is also fifteen cents a day."
"Fifteen cents a day, do you have work to do every day?"
As soon as Lin Maofeng finished speaking, someone asked questions below, and there were many people who were eager to try. It seemed that they would rush forward as long as Lin Maofeng responded.
In fact, no matter whether they have work every day or whether there is a way to make money, they will go there. The person asking the question may not even know why he is asking this question.
I just feel in my heart that it would be great if I really had work to do every day, and I would be able to earn almost half a living in a month.
Lin Maofeng couldn't answer this question.
"As long as the supply of medicinal materials is sufficient, there will be work to do every day." Song Chen did not say too harshly, "Pharmaceuticals are a joint venture between Huichun Hall and me. As long as there are no problems with Huichun Hall, there will be no problems with our pharmaceutical workshop.
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As soon as the villagers heard the three words Huichun Hall, they immediately became excited.
According to this statement, if they can work in the workshop, can they be regarded as the clerks of Huichun Hall?
On weekdays, when I see the arrogant look of the shop assistants in the town, they can only lower their heads to their chests. If they can become assistants themselves, then they will be proud and proud of themselves!
"I do."
The first person in the crowd spoke up, and the people behind him also shouted.
Song Chen couldn't help but frowned when he heard these voices. They were all men.
"In addition to eldest brothers, uncles, and sisters-in-law and aunts, you can also sign up. Women do the work inside and men do the work outside. It doesn't matter."
Song Chen also knew in her heart that if men and women were really put to work in the same workshop, all kinds of rumors would appear in the village within three days. Then she was kind enough to do something bad.
Sure enough, after her words, a woman's voice soon appeared.
"Uncle Li Zheng, the rest will be left to you and my father." Song Chen couldn't handle the matter of selecting people.
But Song Dashan and Lin Maofeng knew what the people in the village were like. With the two of them on guard, no sneaky person would be able to get past them.
After some selection, the first batch of twenty people, Song Dashan and Lin Maofeng, have been selected. According to their previous private communication, a family can only choose one at most.
Choosing the second batch of people is not as easy as choosing the first batch of people. After all, the first batch of people will be able to work immediately, and everyone is vying to be the first batch of workers.
The second batch is still a mystery to them.
Song Chen wasn't in a hurry, since the opportunity was given anyway, don't say she wouldn't take care of him when the time came.
"The first batch of twenty workers will prepare today. They will come over tomorrow to learn about medicinal materials and process them. Work will start in five days, but wages will be calculated from tomorrow."
Unlike other things, medicinal materials still require intensive training.
The villagers who were selected had no objections, but they didn't expect that wages would be calculated starting tomorrow, which made them all happy again.
Compared with the first batch of selected workers, those who were not selected were still a little unhappy.
However, some of them are unhappy. They don't know if they can get paid for the work they have done. After all, Song Chen said it was Huichun Hall or Huichun Hall. If they can't get paid for the work, wouldn't it be in vain?
Most of the villagers thought that they had a relatively clear understanding of Song Dashan's family. After building such a big house, they probably had almost all the money they had on hand.
If you have no money, how can you get paid?
No matter how talented Song Chen is, he has never done business in the past. It is good if he is not eaten up by others.
Song Chen didn't know what they were thinking, nor did he care about them.
When the people here dispersed, she went back.
After returning home, she began to carefully sort out the contract to be signed. Workers in pharmaceutical workshops must keep their work confidential from the outside world, and the contract must be signed.
She was still not used to using the brush, and she couldn't take out the other pens, so she could only continue to write with the branches she burned.
After several days of acupuncture and traditional Chinese medicine, Wang Goucheng has clearly felt changes in his body. Now he is no longer drowsy all day long, and he will walk around the house when he is still in good spirits.
Song Chen wrote the agreement in the living room, and she had to ask Song Dashan some questions to figure it out.
When Wang Gouzheng came over, Song Chen was writing seriously and didn't notice him.
Wang Goucheng stood aside for a while, very interested in what Song Chen wrote.
"Xiaochen, what are you writing?"
Song Chen turned his head and saw that it was him, and asked Song He to move a chair over, "I'm writing the contract for the workers in the workshop."
"What about this?" Wang Goucheng pointed to the charcoal strip in Song Chen's hand.
"This is a pen I made myself. My calligraphy is ugly. This one is better." Song Chen was a little embarrassed, remembering the ridicule he got for writing calligraphy for the first time after coming here.
"Can I try?" Wang Goucheng asked.
Song Chen was a little surprised, "Uncle has read books?"
Wang Goucheng shook his head, "I haven't read it, I just think these words look interesting and I want to try them."
Song Chen thought about it. According to his previous physical condition and family situation, it was impossible for him to study. In this era, buying a book often costs a few taels, and most scholars in the town copy the books themselves.
The contract was almost finished, Song Chen simply stood up and gave his seat to Wang Goucheng, "Here is the scrap paper I wrote on before. Uncle, try writing on it."
Paper was also expensive, and Song Chen couldn't bear to part with it.
Wang Gouchen did not refuse, he took the scrap paper Song Chen had written on the side, picked a word in it and started to describe it.
Song Chen looked at the first character he wrote. It was indeed written by someone without any basic skills. It was crooked and the strokes were in disordered order.
She stopped going to see it later. Twenty copies of the contract were required, so she could only do this on her own.
As a result, she waited until she finished writing the second contract before going to see Wang Goucheng.