Ying Qingci naturally thought about it. They had just arrived in Qingyang Village, not to mention that the villagers here were originally xenophobic and had a heartfelt rejection of outsiders.
Simply speaking, this place is unfamiliar to them. Even children know that they cannot trust strangers easily.
If she really needed to hire someone, she would have to find out the conduct of the people in Qingyang Village one by one before she could truly feel at ease.
After Ying Qingci's words fell, Ying Wangzhu and Ying Shuangsong fell into thinking. What she said was indeed the best way. With the strength of the two of them alone, the twenty acres of wasteland could not be destroyed in a short time. Can't clean it out.
Hiring someone is really the best way.
"Xiao Liu is right, this matter must be discussed with the village chief."
When they came to Qingyang Village on the first day, they didn't see too many villagers, but today, whether they were going out or opening up wasteland, they felt the alienation of the villagers in the village.
They reject their arrival.
This realization made Ying Wangzhu and Ying Shuangsong sound alarm bells in their hearts.
A family that cannot live in peace with the village cannot survive in the village for a long time.
"But, can we really convince the people in the village?" Ying Shuangsong said hesitantly. He was actually very unsure in his heart.
"Today, when Ajia and I went to collect firewood, we found that there were very few young and middle-aged men in the village. Most of them were elderly people and middle-aged and elderly women."
Speaking of this, Ying Qinghan also told what he discovered today.
"In this case, even if the villagers in the village are willing to help us build a house together, it may not be so smooth."
After all, the young and middle-aged labor force is the main force in building houses. Without enough labor force, the house construction plan will be delayed for a long time, or even impossible to realize.
If you want to build a house, you must take care of all potential factors.
"We are quite aware of these issues. Let's go find the village chief in the afternoon."
Ying Wangzhu picked up his pipe. There was no cigarette in it. He put the cigarette holder into his mouth as usual and wanted to take a puff.
However, what he sucked out was just air, and he knew in his heart that doing so would only provide psychological comfort and would not satisfy his craving at all.
"good."
Huang Xuecao nodded solemnly when he heard this. Building a house was a major issue for their family at the moment. No matter what, nothing could go wrong.
"This matter must not go wrong." Huang Xuecao knew something about the people in Qingyang Village. If she didn't have accurate confidence, she wouldn't be able to feel at ease.
"actually……"
Ying Qingci remembered what Qin Chunhua said before and didn't hide it.
After all, the family didn't know those things, and the villagers' attitude was also because of what happened before. They were indeed venting their anger, but all of this was understandable.
And family members should also have the right to know.
She briefly explained the ins and outs of the matter, which made several people present exclaim in surprise.
"What? There is such a thing!"
Huang Xuecao didn't expect that there was such a reason, and the depression this morning suddenly dissipated a lot.
"This is so outrageous, it's just a wolf's heart!"
Ying Qinghan also frowned, "If this is the case, the people in Qingyang Village are understandable for their alienation from us."
After a villager in the village was killed, it is impossible for anyone not to be wary when seeing a stranger entering the village again.
I was afraid that a fire would burn my house again.
A typical story about luring the wolf into the house, the farmer and the snake.
"What about the bad guys?"
Ying Qingjia suddenly said with anger on her face, the bad guy killed a life in Qingyang Village for the so-called treasure, shouldn't he be punished?
After hearing this, Ying Qingci's expression did not change and she just glanced at Ying Qingjia.
"Second brother, sometimes, in the face of real power, the law is overwhelmed."
Hearing this, Ying Qingjia's face turned pale. Not only him, but also several others also turned pale.
"Can't the government control them?"
Huang Xuecao was just a woman. When she heard this suddenly, she felt panicked.
In her eyes, the law and the county government are authority, and no one can escape authority.
"Nai, having a high official position is overwhelming. Besides, sometimes, money is a good thing."
Isn’t this how corrupt officials are born? Accepting bribes, taking money from others, and eliminating disasters for others, as long as they have money, some people can treat human life as nothing.
On the other hand, Ying Qinghan's expression did not change after hearing Ying Qingci's words, and he nodded in agreement.
"My parents, grandparents, and sister are right. In today's world, money and power are the two things that everyone is looking for."
Therefore, he also secretly made a decision in his heart. When he has the opportunity in the future, he must obtain fame and protect his family and his sister.
Huang Xuecao, Ying Wangzhu and others found it difficult to accept it for a while, and their expressions did not change for a long time.
Ying Qingci did not disturb them. Her grandpa was kind. However, at this time, kindness sometimes became their fatal weakness.
After lunch, Ying Qingci looked at Ying Qinghan to one side.
"Brother, can I use your pen and paper?"
When they fled the famine, Ying Qinghan also brought a set of pens and ink and a few books, which he regarded as treasures. Even if his clothes were lost along the way, he was reluctant to throw away those books and pens.
"Okay, wait a moment."
Ying Qinghan nodded without hesitation.
Pen and ink are indeed his treasure, but now that his sister is asking, how could he not give it to her? What's more, when has my sister ever been unreasonable? Therefore, it must be useful for her to use pen and paper.
It didn't take long for Ying Qinghan to get his pen and paper.
The paper Ying Qinghan took out was a relatively rough jute paper, which is also the paper commonly used by poor people in the countryside for reading. There is nothing more. This kind of paper is much cheaper than other papers, and it is very durable.
Touching these papers and seeing that these pens and papers were intact, Ying Qingci knew that Ying Qinghan definitely cherished these pens and papers very much.
Looking at the fire that has not yet been extinguished in the eldest brother's eyes, coupled with what he said before, it seems that the eldest brother is still very persistent in reading.
It seemed that she needed to find an opportunity to go to the county government.
Ying Qinghan put the pen and paper next to Ying Qingci without asking any questions. After putting it down, he walked out, leaving Ying Qingci sitting alone in front of the table.
She did not write directly, but thought about the scene she saw this morning and how it should be structured.
