SFS Chapter 464 There are many things a gentleman cannot do.
Chapter 464 There are many things a gentleman cannot do.
In the evening, as soon as Shen Zhiqiu got home, the little kids who had just finished school ran straight to him.
Shen Luming shouted from a distance: "Dad!"
Shen Zhiqiu grinned and opened his arms to hug his son, but his son ran straight to the little red horse: "Lieyan, you're back. Are you tired from running all the way?"
Reaching out and hugging an empty old Shen: "Hey, do you know which one is your father?"
But this is not the end. Shen Yuanbao also stroked Lieyan's back and stroked his fur, mumbling to his brother:
"This is the horse that the young general brother gave you. It should be yours. Third uncle should pay you for each ride.
Our sister Yoyo asked someone to pick persimmons for her and even paid her for it.
Since Lieyan has put in the work, he should be paid.
But a horse can't spend money, so as Xiaohong's owner, you should naturally give her the money. Do you think my analysis is correct?"
Shen Luming paused while touching the horse's face: "Yes."
Shen Zhiqiu had originally planned to let his son go, so he quickly tied up the horse and returned to the house.
But when you hear this, hey, the big ones have more ideas for damage, and the small ones are still right!
He held his son's little shoulders and carefully calculated the expenses, from the time he was born to the time he grew up, including his food, clothing, and education, as well as the need for pens, ink, paper, and inkstone.
When Xiaohong comes to our house to eat, drink, defecate, urinate and live, all the daily expenses...
"Remember to give it back to me when you grow up!"
After saying these three or five sentences to the little kids, they opened their eyes wide and looked at each other in bewilderment: Are they so able to spend money?
Shen Zhiqiu left happily, but Shen Luming was very angry. He glared at Shen Yuanbao and thought, "Why haven't I been paid yet, but I've caused a lot of famine?"
He ran to the workshop site happily. Fellow villagers who were passing by and doing corvée labor would hide away when they saw him, fearing that they would be bumped into by him.
"Fourth uncle, fourth uncle?"
Shen Zhidong, who was busy directing others to build the oven, came out quickly: "What's the matter? What are you doing here? We are all working here, don't knock on me."
Having said this, he picked him up and sent him out.
Shen Luming put his little hands around his fourth uncle's neck: "Brother Yuanbao said... I don't know if it's right or not."
After a while, Shen Zhidong, who was carrying Shen Luming out of the construction site, put him down and found a stick on the ground: "Shen... Yuan... Bao..."
Wow, everyone who was working was amused by the sight, one chasing the other.
Shen Yuanbao ran and yelled: "Dad, calm down, a gentleman uses words, not fists...Ah! Shen Luming, a gentleman does not speak ill of others, why are you complaining again? I must tell the teacher..."
Shen Zhidong sneered from behind: "You teachers teach so many children, but you are the only one who talks about heresy all day long. I asked you to study to be wise and knowledgeable, but you used all your crooked ideas..."
The guys who were working said, "You still have to study. Otherwise, the Shen family's kids seem smarter than those from other families. Even the one who got beaten up has a lot of tricks in his words."
Another person also said: "Hey, did you hear that? It's not easy to be a gentleman. There are many things you can't do."
This caused a group of people to burst into laughter.
In fact, several old men and women in Jiuzu's family were also laughing. They had originally thought of contributing their own money to make some convenient dry food for the soldiers ahead.
Unexpectedly, they not only provided food but also paid wages for the work.
Shen Zhiqiu said to Li Jingshu: "Wife, you are in charge of making compressed dry food. A bag of compressed dry food costs 30 yuan, and the mold can compress 60 yuan at a time.
Each person can make at least 50 bags a day. If we recruit 100 workers, we can make 150,000 bags a month, which is enough to feed the 150,000 soldiers for a month."
Old Lady Hua also reminded: "Third daughter-in-law, don't be so stingy. You can't give me ten cents as wages. I don't need to give me even half of it. We have given you plastic bags.
"You just give them three coins for each bag, and they can earn 150 coins a day, or 4.5 taels of silver a month. Do you believe that this will make them happy?"
Afraid that Li Jingshu would not listen, the old lady told her: "It's just a little work, it's not a big deal for the women in the village. Who doesn't cook at home? Just do it as if it's for fun.
Besides, you see, it is now certain that there will be a war in the north. The court did not send out conscription this time, but it may not send out conscription next time. Our family has even exempted the entire village from military service and corvée labor, which is already very generous."
Shen Zhiqiu thought about what his mother said, and it made sense!
Let's do some calculations. The wages for each bag are three cents, and the plastic money is two cents. With 150,000 bags of compressed dry food a month, the daughter-in-law can earn 750 cents a month.
"Wife, just listen to our mother."
But Grandma Hua spoke again: "Then my dear grandson should also have a share of the compressed dry food, right?
Didn’t you say what it was called before? Right! It’s called patent money.”
Li Jingshu rolled her eyes: "Mom, you are really following the trend. Don't worry, I won't forget the patent money for your granddaughter."
"What is fashionable?"
Mrs. Hua, who had just asked a question in return, was afraid that her third daughter-in-law would misunderstand her:
"It's not that I, an old lady, had to encourage my little granddaughter to ask you for money. It was Yoyo who was planning to buy a mountain. She was secretly counting money the night before yesterday."
Of course Li Jingshu was not angry. Why should she be angry when her mother-in-law loved her daughter?
But why didn’t you tell them that your daughter wanted to buy the mountain?
It’s strange to think about this. How could my daughter still be thinking about the mountain when she’s so busy?
Two days later, one morning, after distributing vermicelli and braised pork dumplings to the working corvées and seeing them off, the heads of several workshops also started to greet them with plastic loudspeakers.
Shen Mazi: "Those who come to the plastic sole workshop, follow me, as soon as we enter the yard."
Shen Zhichun: "This side of the plastic sheeting workshop, this side, don't stand in the wrong line."
Shen Fugui was waving a stick with a piece of red cloth tied to it. "This side of the plastic cotton workshop, let's go into the yard three times."
The old ladies were also happy: "Let's go, Hairpin Group. We are lucky to work in a high-rise building. It is not only warm in winter and cool in summer, but also can see the beautiful scenery of the distant mountains."
It was so lively, just like everyone was celebrating the New Year together. Although not everyone could go out to work, some people in every household went to work.
After Li Jingshu and her sisters-in-law settled the more than 1,000 seamstresses, they hurried over to look for her daughter. Her daughter was in the new oven room, holding a loud speaker and shouting:
"Every cookie you make is worth money. The more you make, the more you earn. Don't think you'll only work for a month. Don't worry, after a month,
Even if we don't send it to the army, we can still sell it to people on the road, just do it, don't worry about the rest."
I turned around and saw her coming: "Mom, I'll give you the trumpet first. I still have to go to Grandpa Guangshen's house and Grandpa Meng's house."
Yes, there are several waves of people in the village. Now the vermicelli workshop, starch workshop, and meat stew workshop are almost all replaced by older grandmothers.
There is no other way. The young ones have to be selected by the sewing group first, and the heavy work like making vermicelli is also done by men.
Tang Guangshen, a big pig farmer, regretted that he should have built a workshop with the Meng family. But he didn't know that he could cooperate with Shen Youyou before.
As a result, the vermicelli and starch workshops have moved away, and the old yard was left to him to make stewed meat.
Looking at other people's new workshop, he was very envious.