The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 1475 The role of reading (11)

"We... let's find another way to make a living. We can definitely do something else." Zhang Jing'an said distressedly.

Fang Yun said: "The porters at the dock station only recruit people over the age of sixteen, so you can't do it. Each workshop only looks for skilled workers. You have no experience, so you can't do it either. If you do a small business by yourself, you can't do it." You can’t even make wontons. Even if you make them, will they taste better than others? How can you have the courage to say this if you don’t even have any skills?”

Fang Yun looked down at Zhang Jing'an, his eyes seemed colder than the cold wind in winter.

"I……"

Fang Yun said: "It doesn't matter, you can continue to be hungry, and I can continue to search with you. You are very lucky, you are not sick or in trouble, you don't need to feed anyone, and no one in your family needs your help."

Zhang Jing'an's stomach growled louder.

"I'll do it!" Zhang Jing'an said through gritted teeth.

"Very good, let's go now. If we go late, we might be overtaken by others." Fang Yun immediately found Yazi, handed over a hundred cents, took the note with the address of his feet, and walked out.

"Each of us will have half of this hundred cents. From now on, you will pay me two cents every day until it is paid off." Fang Yun said.

"Stingy!" Zhang Jing'an whispered.

The two of them braved the wind and snow and quickly came to Xinming Street. They saw the owner of this place in an old house and learned the reason for recruiting workers.

Winter is different from other seasons. It is cold and freezing, so people work slowly, and a lot of garbage will freeze, so it will be very difficult to dispose of it. There is a couple in charge of the Xinming Street area, but the woman is sick and recuperating at home, and now there is only one man left, so they will hire temporary workers. If they do well, they will consider turning to permanent workers.

"The wages are paid daily. No matter how many people there are, if you do the whole street, you will get twenty cents a day. It will increase in winter and you will get twenty-five cents. I will only give you twenty-five cents. You father and son will discuss with Lao Guo how to divide it. Money, I don’t get involved in anything else. Remember, if you don’t do it well, you’ll be deducted. If you get into trouble, we won’t care. We collect feces in the morning and garbage in the afternoon. We have no control over what you do the rest of the time... "

After Qingtou quickly explained some work requirements, he wrote a document, signed it by both parties, and asked Fang Yun and the others to find Lao Guo.

The two left the warm house and went out again. Soon they saw a larger ox cart at the back door of a house on Xinming Street. However, the cart was not pulled by oxen and horses, but by a man in his fifties, who was trudging forward with a rope around his body.

The two walked over quickly. Fang Yun took a look at Lao Guo. He was wrapped up tightly. His fur jacket, fur and boots were all patched and stained, and some places were even shiny with dirt.

When they got closer, Fang Yun put his hand on the left side of the car and pulled him forward. Zhang Jing'an also immediately ran to the right side of the car.

Lao Guo raised his head, his face covered with snow, and looked at Fang Yun with a blank look. After a while, his eyes became a little brighter.

The winter breath seemed to cover the light in his eyes.

Fang Yun said straight to the point: "We, father and son, are here to work as part-time workers, and we will be responsible for Xinming Street together with you." Fang Yun said, taking out the paperwork with his head tilted.

A flash of vigilance flashed in Lao Guo's eyes. He looked at Fang Yun carefully, nodded slightly, opened his chapped lips, and said with difficulty: "You two have never done this, have you?"

"This is my first time, but don't worry, we will do whatever you say. For the first three days, we only get ten cents, and you get fifteen cents. When we get familiar with it, we can discuss a new way to divide the money. No. What do you think about making you suffer?" Fang Yun smiled.

"Zhong! Please help me finish today's work. It will be even more difficult if it is delayed until night." Lao Guo said.

"Okay. Jing'an, work harder! If you don't use your strength, you won't be able to get the money!" Fang Yun grabbed a rope to pull the cart, but he only used the strength of an ordinary man.

"Yeah!" Zhang Jing'an agreed and pulled the car hard.

Both of their hands were exposed. Fang Yun's hands remained unchanged, but Zhang Jing'an's two small hands quickly turned red from the cold.

Zhang Jing'an felt a biting pain in his hands and felt numb at the same time, but he did not dare to let go.

If you let go, your wages will be deducted.

Zhang Jing'an secretly glanced at "Zhang Longxiang", with a trace of dissatisfaction flashing in his eyes.

Jingzhou City learns from the cities in Shengyuan Continent. It has a good sewer system. Sewage can flow into the Yangtze River outside the city along the pipes built by underground workers. However, many debris is left in the sewage tank, and some debris is left in the sewage tank. Everything piled up to the back door will be handled by Qing Tou Tou.

The three of them pulled the car to the back door of the next house, where there was a sewage tank for the use of several nearby families. Lao Guo picked up a shovel and said: "The sewage trough will be frozen in winter. The dirt on it must be cleaned every day and the broken ice must be shoveled away. Although it sounds easy, it is actually very troublesome and requires a lot of strength. , it can even cause the tiger’s mouth to bleed, and the hands will be sore the next day.”

Fang Yun reached out and grabbed the shovel and said with a smile: "Since this is the most troublesome job, let me do it. However, I will be given an extra three cents a day."

"No. I'll give you a penny at most." Lao Guo held on to the shovel and refused to let go.

"Everyone takes a step back, two cents." Fang Yun said.

"Deal!" Lao Guo smiled and let go of the shovel, secretly breathing a sigh of relief. As he got older, shoveling ice frequently became too much for him.

Fang Yun picked up the shovel and shoveled hard at the ice near the sewage tank.

Fang Yun glanced at it and knew where the ice was the most fragile and how much was best to shovel at one time. With a strength comparable to that of a demon lord, shoveling ice was not much different from shoveling sand to him.

"What a great strength!" Lao Guo was a connoisseur and could not help but admire.

Zhang Jing'an picked up another shovel and was about to push the broken ice away.

Lao Guo said, "There are some vegetable leaves and the like in it. They must be picked out and put in the first bucket. They will be made into feed and sold to pig farmers and chicken farmers. Can you do it? Here are gloves."

Zhang Jing'an looked at Lao Guo who was panting, nodded, reached out to take the gloves, and picked out the vegetable leaves from the broken ice.

"Put the edible ones for the livestock in the first bucket. Put the inedible ones in the second bucket. There are other garbage in other places, such as wood chips that can be burned, which are all put in the third bucket. The ones that can be burned are not valuable, so we can take them home, but they are rare, and most people burn them themselves. If there are good cloths, put them in the fourth bucket... Most of these must be handed in. Of course, if the owner feels sorry for us, the ones we give are ours." Lao Guo's eyes flashed with cunning, and then he patted his worn leather coat.

Fang Yun and Zhang Jing'an smiled slightly. This Lao Guo is a good person.

Fang Yun took a look at Lao Guo's clothes, hats and shoes. It seems that they were all "given" by others.

Winter nights come early. When it gets dark, they still have one-fifth of the streets to clean up. They can only continue to clean up at night.

Cleaning up all the garbage is not the end, because the three of them have to pull the cart to take the garbage to a far place. It takes two hours to go back and forth. Finally, the cart is parked where Qingjiaotou lives.

"Meet at six o'clock tomorrow morning on the street of Xinming Street. Don't forget!" Lao Guo waved his hand and disappeared in the wind and snow.

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