Farmer’s Little Girl

  Chapter 3393 Extra week silver 9

Zhou Yin said with an "Um", the voice did not fluctuate much, but raised the voice slightly so that everyone could hear: "This job is not easy. I and the chief steward of the firm patted our chests to assure you. Ability, clean hands and feet after going, even if you are hungry, you can't move things that shouldn't be moved, and you have to protect the things in the firm. Isn't this okay?"

   "No problem, no problem," the village chief responded on their behalf and asked, "How many people do they want?"

  As soon as the words came out, everyone in and outside the courtyard took a step forward, staring at Zhou Yin with piercing eyes.

   "Thirty-two."

  The village chief was stunned, "This..."

  This number basically brought all the young, strong and capable men in the village.

Zhou Yin sent flowers in front of his eyes, stepped back a few steps, leaned against the pillars in the cowshed of the village chief’s house, and said to them: “These are all hard work, so I’ll give you a meal in advance, and you’re done. Follow me to the county tomorrow."

  Zhou Yin motioned to Zhou Dalang to open the cloth bag he had brought, and inside was a squeezed flatbread.

  As soon as the tightly tied cloth bag was opened, the faint fragrance of the cake was released, and there was a commotion in the crowd.

  The village chief immediately yelled, "Don’t move, let Uncle Yin send it."

But he just took office as the head of the village, and he was not very prestigious. In the end, an old man slapped the table fiercely. Now, if something goes wrong, no one will want to go..."

  Everyone is quiet now.

The old man looked back at Zhou Yin and saw that he was in a daze. He knew he was hungry. So he reached out and took out a pie, grabbed a piece of it and stuffed it into his mouth. Then he turned his head and said to the village humanity: Zhuang stood up, and we counted, according to the human hair pie."

  Everyone stepped forward in a hustle and bustle line.

  Zhou Yin ate a small piece of cake and drank two bowls of water. He finally eased up. He stepped forward and said: "Thirty-two people, I know it in my heart. I will come up and get it when I click the name."

   Zhou Yin took the cake in the old man’s hand, first called Zhou Dalang’s name, and stuffed the cake with a corner missing in his hand, and then began to call other people’s names, "Da Yong..."

  He considers all the people in the village who are fifteen years old up and thirty-five years old down, no more, no less, exactly thirty-two people, and at least one person in each family.

Zhou Yin divided the pie, rolled up the empty bag and said, "I don’t care how you divide the pie, but at least you have to be strong, or you will go to the county town tomorrow. no way."

  Excitedly trying to tear the cake and share it with the family members, the excited villagers calmed down a bit, "Yes, you have to keep it, you have to have strength tomorrow."

  Zhou Yin no longer cares about them and takes Zhou Dalang home.

   Zhou Dalang followed him behind him with a missing corner of the cake, and asked anxiously: "Uncle, why don't you have it? Didn't you find this job? Ordinarily, you should have a cake too."

The villagers next to    were puzzled when they heard it, right, why didn’t Zhou Yin have any bread?

  In the old Zhou's house, Qian had gotten out of bed and was sitting in the hall with Zhou Jin looking at the grain bag in the middle. Several children were squatting on the side, all a little scared.

   Seeing Zhou Yin's return, Qian immediately stood up, because he stood in a hurry, and he staggered.

  Zhou Yin hurriedly stepped forward to support her, "Sister-in-law."

  Qian grabbed his hand, stared at him and asked, "Honestly, where did you get the food?"

   "This bag of grain is a treasure this year and month, where did you come from? I have found work for so many people in the village."

   Zhou Yin lowered his head and stared at his toes and said, "I sold myself."

   "What?" Qian murmured, his voice was so soft that he could hardly hear him, "What does it mean to sell yourself?"

Zhou Yin squeezed a smile and said, "Sister-in-law, that's a big business. It passes through Luojiang County every year. I have calculated it. Even if I leave with the business, I will come back every year. You treat me as if I were going out to work. Will always come back."

   Qian's mouth murmured, unable to speak for a long while.

  Zhou Jin also held his head and did not speak.

  None of them are fools, nor hypocritical. The family is already exhausted. They knew why Zhou Yin did this.

  Zhou Yin comforted them: "Brother, sister-in-law, don't worry, the chief steward of the firm is good to me. I will go with him, and I will eat and drink spicy food in the future.

  Qian and Zhou Jin were not comforted. Is it so good to be slaves? Life and death are only between the thoughts of others.

  Qian looked at the bag of grain on the ground and asked: "Have you signed a contract?"

   "I signed it, I'm back today to pack my things, and I will leave tomorrow."

  The last bit of luck in the bottom of my heart also disappeared, Qian did not say a word, and turned back to the house.

   Zhou Yin scratched his head, and said to Zhou Jin, who was sitting with his head down: "Brother, go and see my sister-in-law, I am not coming back."

   "This is not under your control," Zhou Jin said: "Can you still be the master?"

  He turned around and went back to the house. Qian was crying under the quilt and was sad.

Zhou Jin sat on the bed and sighed. For a while, he stretched out his hand and pulled the quilt away. Qian pulled the quilt open and hit him with his fist. Without surplus food, you will die if you encounter natural disasters, you just have to pass it, and you have to push someone to move..."

  Zhou Jin held his head and beat her, Qian cried and cried, "You pay back my silver and Erlang, you are useless..."

  Tuesday Lang ran to find Zhou Yin, "Uncle, my parents are fighting."

  Zhou Yin was packing his luggage. In fact, he only had a set of clothes and nothing to bring. He didn't move his brows.

  Tuesday Lang sat down by the bed, frowning, "Uncle, you really sold yourself?"

  Zhou Yin let out a "um".

   "How can I redeem you from now on?"

   "Is it necessary for you?" Zhou Yin said confidently: "I have monthly money, so I will save it when I learn it. I will redeem myself when I learn the skills."

  Tuesday Lang looked disbelief, "It's so good, didn't everyone vying to be a minion that day?"

"That's because they didn't find a good owner. My owner is good and treats me better," Zhou Yin said, "It's definitely better than being in the village. Don't bother me. Just think about it. I'll go. After Da Lang goes to work in the county, you will be the eldest in your family. You have to take good care of your home, save some food, and wait for the yamen to release the food."

  Lang should go down on Tuesday.

  Qian cried for a while, and finally packed out three pairs of shoes for Zhou Yin with red eyes, two of which were made before, for him and Zhou Dalang, and the other was made by staying up late last night.

Good night

  (End of this chapter)