The Life Through Books of the Salted Fish Family

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Yan Lao Er raised his head to see that the craftsman who laid the tiles did not pay attention and stepped on a piece of tile.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The other party apologized and turned around to see if anyone below was hurt.

"Tamp your feet firmly, be careful." Second Yan urged.

The people above responded hurriedly, and when they turned around, they only saw a figure walking away.

Yan's second son walked to the official yamen court familiarly.

Today it is the turn of the poor room to be remodeled, and all documents are transferred to this office.

There are a lot of people in the hall, and today is a day that ends every three days, and the common people come here early to receive wages and coupons.

The wages paid by the government office are not high, ranging from five to twenty.

The salary of 20 Wen is not available to ordinary people, it must be a scholar who can write and count.

The wages are less than those paid by part-time workers on weekdays, but the work assigned by the government office is a long-term job. They have calculated in their minds that they can work until the twelfth lunar month. There is no income in Japan in winter, and this job in the government office has become the common people. Hope, except for the old and the young who really can't do it, I wish the whole family could join the battle.

The arrow towers in each village were completed ahead of schedule, not five like in Xiao'an Village, but one or two for each village depending on the population.

After a period of running-in, the people of Huju have adapted to the life of going to work every day, giving wooden sticks, and coming to the government office of Huju city to settle accounts every three days.

Gradually, the people found that it was time-consuming to line up at the government office on the settlement day, and the strong laborers at home did not come. All the old people, women and half-old children came.

They have a wooden sign in their hands with the village and town where the head of the household is located. Show this sign to the official, and the other party will point them to the documents for handling the accounts of the corresponding village and town, and line up in turn.

The team is in order.

Check the wooden sign, register, find the name from the work form in the newspaper, and compare the money, and the two are correct.

Another person next to him took back the wooden sign and asked if he wanted wages or food vouchers.

After confirming, write down the name, the amount of money and the amount of the voucher, cut the paper with a bamboo knife, and hand it to the other party.

The latter took the note and walked further back.

Today it is Yan Hushu's turn to be here. Behind him are two baskets full of strings of copper plates.

To pay the copper plate and the voucher, Yan Huaiwen put the note in the box at hand, and took notes on the book on the table. After writing a page, he would take out his private seal and print it at the corner of the page.

Yan Laoer approached quietly, seeing that there was a slight gap between him, he gently put down the honey water he brought.

Yan Huaiwen got used to the hot drinks and food brought by his younger brother from time to time, and nodded to him.

Yan Laoer grinned and left quietly.

The sweet taste escaped in his mouth, and Yan Huaiwen slowly narrowed his eyes.

Yan Laoer left from the lobby and went to the police room.

The dilapidated houses in the city have been repaired in sevens and eighties, and finally it is the turn of the government office. Just as unbearable as the leaky roof is the heating of the entire government office.

The backyard where the teacher lived, and the room where the guards rested, Yan's second son made the decision to set up the kang.

Then there is the transformation of the office space.

In places like the poor room and the warehouse, it is not easy to have an open flame. The stove is good, but if it is accidentally kicked over, it is also a hidden danger. Yan Lao Er proposed to add bricks and a fire wall between the two adjacent poor rooms.

The reduction in office space is nothing compared to the warming up of a cold room.

They have been tinkering in the city, and these people are getting more and more efficient at their work, and the second Yan is satisfied.

I figured in my heart that the work would be finished here in the afternoon, but I didn't rush to move it back, just light it up and let it dry for another day, and it would be almost done.

He left the Yamen through the side door and went to the city gate.

From a long distance away, I saw several children in the village beside the city gate collecting firewood.

Luo San set up a stall nearby to sell meat, and the sound of sharpening knives sounded very friendly.

"Second Brother Yan!" Luo San's sharp eyes greeted him happily.

Several children also looked over, Erbo Yan and Uncle Yan kept screaming.

"Alas, good, put on your gloves and hats, don't blow the wind." Yan Er said to the children.

The adults want to train, go hunting in the mountains, and go to various places to do business, so they show this group of children again, and take turns to collect firewood every day.

"What kind of meat is it today?" Yan Laoer asked while looking at the stall.

Luo San didn't come every day, maybe five or six days before it was his turn.

It's just that the village is worried about the children going back and forth, so an adult follows them every day.

When it's Luo San's turn, he will bring the meat over.

Luo San smiled and said: "Hey, I collected a few sheep at the Daji a few days ago, and sold them while raising them. I just killed them early in the morning. They are very fresh. I brought both the blood and haggis. It’s for you, Brother Yan, if you don’t come, I’ll drag you to Fucheng in the afternoon.”

"Then weigh it all for me quickly, your second brother Yan will open a ticket for you, haha!" Yan Laoer's eyes lit up as soon as he heard that there was mutton, and said again: "Do you have ribs? Give it to me too."

"Let Mrs. Rong stay, she said she would keep it for your second child." Luo San smiled.

Yan Laoer thought that his daughter should be home soon, and Mammy Rong would probably make roast lamb chops for her...

suck!

"Then cut another two catties of meat for me." Second Yan said.

"Okay!" Luo San looked at the place, and weighed everything in one size fits all.

Yan Laoer gave him a piece of broken silver, and Luo San found him a copper coin.

Put two catties of mutton into the basket he brought and handed it to him together, which contained the packed sheep blood and haggis.

"How is the firewood business these days?" Yan Laoer asked casually.

Luo San: "It's very easy to sell. Basically, if we pull it away, it will be gone. I want to wait for Xiao Er to come back and talk to her about whether it should be increased by one penny and two pennies."

"Didn't it just increase by one penny at the beginning of the month?" Yan Laoer asked.

After the family's charcoal business was handed over to the daughter, it was booming. Simply collecting firewood from Huju and selling it to Yongning was no longer enough for her. The four gates of Fucheng squatted around the children of Xiao'an Village every day, collecting nine coins and selling ten coins. Ten texts in and out do not make money.

At first the children didn't understand, they just listened to what the leader Xiaoer said, but gradually, fewer and fewer people were squatting at the gate of the city to sell firewood, and they almost carried them back to them and left.

After the monopoly, the first thing Yan Yu did was to raise prices.

A bundle of firewood costs eleven cents, which is the price at the gate of the city.

With the help of the three railways, Ximen's relationship was opened up, and a toll was paid every month, and the firewood sales team in Xiao'an Village could enter and exit unlimited times a day.

It takes fourteen cash to deliver it home through the streets and carry it to the woodshed.

At the same time, charcoal is also sold together.

The retail price is higher, which can cover three cents and seven cents per hundred catties of silver. When he returned to the village last time, the charcoal-burning mounds in the woods could not be seen at a glance...

"It's seventeen today, and it's getting colder and colder. There are more people using firewood, and charcoal is easy to sell. I'm thinking about the price increase."

Yan Lao Er suddenly felt his face turn cold, and looked up.

The sky was gloomy, the sun was covered by thick dark clouds, and the little snowflakes fell down, soon filling the sky and overturning the earth.

"It's snowing again." Luo San muttered, finding a clean cloth to cover the meat stand.

Check whether the donkey's cloak is tight.

Going to where the children were, he dug out with an iron hook and added two pieces of charcoal to the furnace.

Sorry everyone, I wanted to snooze for a while yesterday, but I didn't expect to sleep until noon~

Hey, he slept soundly~

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