Li Chongrun breathed a sigh of relief after hearing Lao Bai's explanation.
Gai Xue has been with him since he was a child, so he is naturally very close to him. Gai Xue hasn't eaten much in the past few days, not even his favorite grass, which makes him a little worried.
"Young Master, just wait for two days and you'll be fine."
Lao Bai carefully put a smile on his face and answered him respectfully.
"It seems that this gentleman is really a veterinarian." Li Chongrun handed Gai Xue over to Gongsun Lan, who had just arrived. The others were busy taking in the refugees. Only Gongsun Lan insisted on guarding Li Chongrun. What?
He refused to do anything. "Uncle is literate?"
"When I was young, I went to private school for several years." Lao Bai didn't particularly want to recall that bleak time, so he answered in a low voice.
"Then why didn't uncle come up and say hello to the sign we put up for the refugee recruitment office earlier?"
Li Chongrun was a little curious. The brand he set up was ridiculed by several people at first. However, when everyone found out that this thing could really screen out many readers who knew how to read in advance, everyone knew why his little prince would do such a thing.
A brainless idea.
"The younger one fainted from hunger in front of the recruiting office. When he woke up, he went to the tent."
"Sir, you are really lucky." Li Chongrun realized that Lao Bai didn't realize the purpose of setting up the tent. "The prince is calling on everyone to work for relief this time. As long as you work hard, the prince will take care of the food. I don't know this uncle."
Do you want to go to work at the Ksitigarbha Temple in Yangzi County, or stay and work in our workshop?"
Lao Bai didn't know what the difference was between the two places the young man mentioned. For him, being able to make a living and earn a living was already a great gift. How could he dare to pick and choose again?
"Uncle is literate and can refine oil. My original intention was to keep him working in the workshop. But there are many big animals at the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Temple, so I need his skills."
Li Chongrun took out two contracts from the bag behind him and threw them on the table in front of Lao Bai.
"There are some differences in the treatment between the two sides. It's just that there is more freedom over there, and there are more restrictions here in the workshop, but the treatment is better. The uncle makes his own decision. Even if he goes to the workshop and wants to come back, he just needs to take the signed
Just get the contract back."
Li Chongrun originally wanted to say something, but news came from outside that a new doctor had arrived and asked him to take a look.
"After uncle has signed, go to the student who brought you to sign up, and then you can go after attending the cram school." After making arrangements, Li Chongrun hurriedly confessed to Lao Bai and went outside to purify.
Went to the scene.
Lao Bai picked up a contract in front of him and looked at it in his hand. He found that the contract could be printed. He couldn't help but feel a little emotional that the prince who wanted to recruit refugees was really extravagant.
The two contracts did not use any weird old sayings, but were very straightforward. One was written on the letterhead as a labor service agreement for the infrastructure construction of the Dizang Temple Dojo in Yangzi County, and the other was a labor recruitment contract for RT-Mart Workshop in Yangzhou.
Go to the dojo to work, take care of the food, and receive centimeters based on the workload. The centimeters can be exchanged for more food. The more you work, the more you eat. But the centimeters cannot be exchanged for money. The advantage is that you can leave at any time.
If you go to work in a workshop, the conditions are relatively better. The workshop provides you with two meals a day, and you can even get some wages every month. But it will take five years.
It turns out that it is the difference between short-term workers and long-term workers. I guess short-term workers are the meaning of work-for-relief proposed by the young man earlier.
Lao Bai didn't waste any thought. He thought that his family still had many acres of land to take care of, and it would be more serious to go back as soon as possible if he could survive. So he picked up the labor agreement for the short-term workers without hesitation and prepared to go to the previous leader.
A young man who came here by himself.
Just two steps out, Lao Bai suddenly figured out a hint of the boy just now. It seemed that coming to the workshop to work was much more cost-effective than doing part-time work.
After hesitating for a moment, Lao Bai relied on years of caution and still took the long-term labor contract in his hand.
The young man who helped him lead the way earlier was waiting outside the small door. He took the labor agreement handed over by Lao Bai, magicked a stamp pad and asked him to press his fingerprints.
"Old man, the prince has said that he wants you to attend the training class before going to the construction site. Old man, please wait while we gather a few people to go together."
The sun in the evening was a little brighter, casting a long shadow for Lao Bai. From time to time, one or two people were brought over from the bamboo shed not far away. There were men and women, but they all looked the same.
Bald head, bare feet, and a linen covering.
There was a sense of dejection on everyone's faces. After all, they had been hungry for many days and had wandered through the gates of hell. They were used to seeing separation between life and death, so naturally they didn't care much about the warmth and warmth of human beings at this moment.
The few people who came later greeted the young student and put their fingerprints on the agreement. They each found a secluded place and stayed there quietly, not even saying hello.
I don't even want to use my strength.
A man dressed as a doctor in tattered protective clothing walked out of the small door. However, he did not hold the contract in his hand and did not greet the young man at the door. Instead, he walked over to the bamboo shed with his head sullenly.
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The words "Judge's Court" and "Fake Smile" vaguely reached Lao Bai's ears. The young man with a noble appearance also walked out at the end of the meeting, "Thirteen, you take them there, that guy just now
No, I don’t know who sent the spy.”
The young man named Thirteen led Lao Bai and the others into the depths of the wine shop. A very beautiful-looking palace daughter in yellow was talking about something. Dozens of people in front of her were listening attentively.
What more will she say?
"Sister Bing'er, the prince has sent a group of newcomers."
The boy named Thirteen smiled and greeted the daughter of the palace in yellow, and directed Lao Bai and the others to find an open space behind the crowd and sit down on the ground in a circle.
There were some people in the open space, and they all looked like this, with ten people sitting in a circle.
Lao Bai had never seen such a beautiful woman before, and he only felt that his little daughter-in-law, who he thought was as beautiful as a fairy, was even inferior to the wild flowers on the roadside in front of this spiritual palace maid in yellow.
Just thinking of his little wife, Lao Bai turned around and thought of the wife who took her last breath by the Huaihe River and took out a piece of chestnut cake that she had hidden for an unknown amount of time from her arms and gave it to him.
My daughter-in-law likes to eat chestnut cakes the most. Every time I go to Luoma Market, I will go to Xilaiwang in the east gate and bring her a bag. Although it is a bit expensive, it is worth it when I look at my daughter-in-law’s smiling eyebrows.
If it hadn't been for that piece of chestnut cake, I might have died on the road and been eaten by my brother-in-law.
Thinking of his wife, Lao Bai no longer coveted the beauty of the palace maid, and his tears began to flow again.
The young monk I had seen on the boat before also rushed over at this time and brought some food.
After eating some more food, Lao Bai felt that his energy seemed to have recovered a lot, but his newly calmed mood was easily aroused by the bald little monk.
He cried until the lanterns came on, and the little monk still looked as amiable as ever, but Lao Bai and the others sitting together had cried all their tears.
On the second and third days, the training lasted for three or four days. From time to time, new people came to participate, and from time to time, people who had completed their studies went to where they wanted to go. The palace maid in yellow taught some methods of delivering messages.
, there are also some things like incisions and gestures, and a new way of writing numbers, which is a bit crooked, but fortunately I got to know it quickly.
In the next few days, the young monk would come over to cry with him during meals, and tell each other some very miserable past events. Lao Bai never knew that he could still have something in his heart that he thought was already dead.
So many tears were shed. The more I cried, the more I felt that the world was indeed unfair.
Before leaving, the daughter of the palace in yellow gave herself a numbered bamboo sign. The workmanship was much finer than the small sign she had received before. She said that from now on she would be a member of a group of ten.
Now, if you encounter something unfair in the future, you can follow the method you taught before and report it to the team leader.
Who is the team? The little fairy girl named Bing'er didn't say.
Lao Bai remembered that the construction site he went to seemed to be called the Ksitigarbha Temple Dojo. With so many people helping to build it, it should be an extremely spectacular temple. It might have been built by the prince who was providing disaster relief to pray for himself or the emperor.
But when Lao Bai, led by a few soldiers, rushed to the so-called Ksitigarbha Temple, he was a little disappointed.