"Are you looking for a living?" After getting off the carriage, Xu Mu took a few steps forward and wiped the mud off a child's face.
When more than twenty poor people saw this scene, they couldn't help but feel good about it.
"This boss, of course. We were tenants of a small farm twenty miles away. The farm was broken up by bandits. My old boss was furious. We really have no way out."
"I knocked on seven or eight Zhuangzi's doors, but none of them were willing to take me in."
Among the more than 20 people, an older farmer slowly walked out carrying a stick.
"I also have a village." Xu Mu said in a solemn voice, "If you have no way out, how about becoming your boss?"
"First family...how many miles away is your farm?"
"Eighty miles away, there is a wine shop in Wangzhou City."
"Wangzhou, Yongguan in front has been destroyed. I heard there will be a war there soon."
"There are also refugees who eat people."
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Xu Mu's expression did not change. Now these poor people were in such a state of desolation. If they still wanted to be picky, it would be fine if they didn't want them.
"Shut up, shut up, all of you!"
Fortunately, the old farmer was sensible and immediately suppressed the discussion behind him.
"Head of the family, how many meals will be distributed every day?"
"Two meals, and another ten catties of grain every month."
As soon as Xu Mu finished speaking, the faces of more than 20 poor people were already excited.
In this world, being able to live well without starving to death is a great skill.
"In addition, there is a monthly salary of two yuan."
"Here... there's also a monthly salary!" The old farmer's sallow face flushed with excitement.
"Quick! Come on! Everyone pays homage to me!"
"We are waiting for more than twenty-three people at Lushan Xiaohu Village to pay their respects to the host."
The voices were uniform, even though they were still hungry, they were extremely loud.
"Good! Very good!" Xu Mu was overjoyed. Now, there was a large number of new people in the wine shop.
And they are all honest and responsible poor people who are trustworthy enough.
"I have spoken first. You all will become my boss, eat my food, and take my monthly salary. In the future, you must put me first."
"Of course, don't worry, boss." The old farmer breathed a sigh of relief. If they hadn't met Xu Mu, they would have continued to wander around Hezhou, and it would have been worse and worse.
"Si Hu, go to the farm and buy a few more carriages and some food."
An old-looking carriage cost at least six or seven taels of silver, but there was no other way. Without a carriage, it would be unrealistic for these people to walk to the four roads.
Furthermore, Xu Mu actually had a big plan to buy a carriage.
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By the time the more than 20 poor people had their stomachs full and four carriages were fetched, it was almost dusk.
When he returned to Hezhou, Xu Mu simply hired a greenhouse to let these poor people live in. They would rush back to Sitong together in the early morning of tomorrow.
"Si Hu, come with me to take a walk in the city."
After settling down the poor people, Xu Mu raised his head and looked at the sky. He didn't have the habit of going to bed early, so he simply went to promote sales while the restaurant was still open.
"Xu Lang, the slave family is also going." Jiang Caiwei trotted out and followed behind.
"Brother Mu, she must be afraid of those poor people causing harm."
"Don't talk nonsense. Those poor people will be our own family from now on." Xu Mu glared, then turned his head and looked at the little maid in front of him with some confusion.
Thousands of miles south, the refugees are much scarier than the poor people. The little maid wife can protect the whole family, so why should she be afraid of these poor people.
Xu Mu's expression became more and more silent.
She was worried that something would happen to her.
Jiang Caiwei lowered her face silently and followed behind without explaining.
The streets in Hezhou are much more prosperous than those in Wangzhou. Even at night, all kinds of restaurants, gambling houses and food shops are still open.
I asked seven or eight companies in succession and sent out several small jars of Zui Tianxian, but only two were willing to order some in small batches.
Xu Mu is not in a hurry. As long as Zui Tianxian can break into Hezhou City, with the distillation technology, it will be a matter of time before the whole city becomes popular.
At that time, instead of door-to-door sales, the restaurants and food shops would come to the winery and chateau to ask for wine.
"Let's go back."
What should be done has been done, there is no need to stay in Hezhou City anymore, just wait for a night's rest, and then rush back to Sitong Road immediately.
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"My boss! My boss is back!" Chen Sheng, shirtless, stood on the arrow tower and shouted happily.
In an instant, the gate of the winery opened wide, and seven carriages slowly drove into the winery and manor.
After getting out of the car, Xu Mu also looked excited. Although he encountered a tiger lying on the grass on the way and Zhou Zun was also injured, fortunately, he was safe.
We only have to wait a day or two for the grain truck from Hezhou City to arrive, and then we can start work immediately.
"Chen Sheng!"
Chen Sheng put on his clothes with a smile, "Master, according to your instructions in the past two days, the guys have surrounded Zhuangzi even more tightly."
"The bandits are making trouble again?"
"I haven't seen him in the past two days, but people from Wangzhou came over and said that the refugees are getting more and more violent."
Xu Mu frowned.
Hundreds of thousands of refugees are starved of food. If things go on like this, problems will inevitably arise.
"Chen Sheng, let everyone take a rest first."
"Xiniang, you pick two people to be responsible for cooking for everyone from now on."
Xi Niang, who was carrying the wood, heard Xu Mu's voice and nodded hurriedly.
"Master, here, there is a large group of people entering the village again."
Xu Mu smiled and looked up at the village gate. There were more than twenty poor people standing by the door with some fear.
"Come in, Mr. Hu, let everyone come in."
Mr. Hu, the old farmer who talked well, after listening to Xu Mu's words, hurriedly urged more than 20 poor people to walk into Zhuangzi one after another.
"Mr. Hu, I told you before that this is a winery and a village. It is more leisurely than a farm. In the past two days, I will let Chen Sheng teach you how to do the work."
"Thank you, boss!" Old Hutou's voice was choked. He was originally worried that Xu Mu was lying to them. After all, the treatment was so good, not only food but also monthly salary. In the past, how could he have dared to think so.
"There are still vacant wooden houses at the back. Everyone, please squeeze in for the next two days. There are many trees on the left and right. They will be built soon."
The more than 20 poor people looked excited and almost kowtowed to Xu Mu.
Xu Mu took a few steps forward and stepped on a wooden stake.
"I have said before that we are all people who want to live. Since you worship me as your boss, I, Xu Mu, promise you that this Xujiazhuang will be your home in the future, with clothing and food. , with spare money, I can also buy some candy, cakes, clothes and robes for my wife and children."
In front of Xu Mu, every face showed a look of longing.
If not forced by life and displaced, who would want to live like a dog.
"I would like to ask you all, what should you do if someone plays banker?"
Xu Mu was not joking. This kind of thing really happens. Even in Hezhou, many Zhuangzi were beaten by bandits, let alone in a chaotic place like Wangzhou. It is useless to rely on officialdom. The only one you can rely on is yourself.
"Hit his mother!" Si Hu pulled out his sword and cursed.
"Yes! Beat him!" Chen Sheng also shouted angrily. The previous carriage drivers, including the injured Zhou Zun, all showed no fear on their faces.
Lao Hutou's mouth twitched as he recalled the previous scene of the farm being burned down.
"Thump, thump the motherfucker!"
In an instant, more than 20 poor people were also mobilized, with a faint look of perseverance on their sallow faces.
"Okay!" Xu Mu walked down the wooden pile with satisfaction. What he wanted to do was to make these people become one force.
Jiang Caiwei stood a little far away, but even so, when she raised her head and looked at the high-spirited figure, her face turned slightly red without realizing it.
This is no big deal. He is clearly a great God-given husband.
On a wooden shed, an old scholar holding a wine gourd showed a rare peaceful smile, raised his hand, and took a few more sips.
