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Yang Fann was also very happy to see his fellow villagers so enthusiastic. His original intention was to help them get out of poverty. As long as he, Yang Fann, does a good job, he will make everyone's wish come true in the future. But if he wants to be a parasite and lie on his body to suck blood, then I'm sorry, no matter who it is, Yang Fann will not give him face.
There were a total of two to three hundred people in Poplar Gully, and among them, there were dozens of young people who had gone out to work. Those who had stayed in Poplar Gully were either old or young, or their health were poor.
Yang Sanmao brought 50 to 60 workers at one go. Almost everyone in the village had the ability to work, and they heard that most of the 100 wages paid by Yang Fann were here, and a few of them were still waiting. If Yang Fann could cash it in, then the next time would be more than today.
Almost all of the village's helpers brought their own farm tools, hoes, shovels, and sickles. It was quite a spectacular sight as they walked along, and there were even villagers sighing about how long it had been since they had seen such a large-scale scene. The last time a large-scale operation like this happened was ten years ago, when they were fighting with people from Chenjia Ridge.
When they passed through the Dispersive Flower Creek on their own, almost all of them were dumbstruck when they saw what had just happened.
It was about a meter tall and full of sharp thorns. Under the light of the morning sun, they reflected a sparkling and translucent cold light and almost everyone was wondering in their hearts, when did Yang Fann plant these thorny vines? Why did they appear in the blink of an eye, without even seeing them a few days ago?
Yang Fann did not explain and the more he told the lie, the harder it was to make it up. Let everyone guess, the human brain had no limit, the mass's power was limitless, maybe with everyone's intelligence, they could come up with a better reason than the lie they made up.
They entered in a line, Yang Sanmao dividing everyone into ten groups: weeding, shrubbery and shrubbery. Yang Fann also assigned two groups of people to change the flow of the spring water on the mountain top according to their own thoughts.
Don't think that people are all old, but when it comes to farming, they are all good at it. Almost every one of them is better than Yang Fann, the university student.
Yang Fann could not just stand there and not work, the ones who came to help were all from the rural areas of Poplar Gully, so he did not look good with his hands on his hips, so he might as well help a group of people to cut down the trees on the Pear Ridge. Yang Fann did not want to touch those trees, but those useless trees would not stay, and not only would they take up space, but they would also affect his overall plan.
According to the methods of the seniors, it was not easy to clear the wasteland. Once the fire was burned, the barren mountain would immediately become fertile land. Not only did it save a lot of effort in cutting down grass and trees, but it could also be used as fertilizer.
Furthermore, burning a few square kilometers of hill would not be a joke. A single mistake could cause a large area of fire in the mountain, and once the fire was triggered, no matter how much money Yang Fann had, he would definitely go to jail.
Besides, with Space of Jade Pendant, how much money would he not be able to earn? Instead of risking his life to burn the mountain, why not give the villagers a chance to earn their wages? This way, it would be safe, and at the same time, it would also help the neighbors.
He definitely couldn't be lazy if he wanted to take the 100 yuan a day. He would not go back even when it was time to eat at noon. Yang Fann originally wanted to take care of the food, but there were so many people that his mother Zhong Runjuan couldn't do it at all.
Everyone ate until their faces lit up and their heads were covered in sweat. All of them praised Zhong Runjuan's craftsmanship, and the stew that she made was the best in Poplar Gully!
Yang Fann thought to himself, how can it not taste good? After a meal of a pig's leg, he specifically went back and put two spoonfuls of the watermelon sauce in his bowl. If this still doesn't taste good, Yang Fann will turn his head around and kick it like a ball.
Yang Fann was worried that there wouldn't be any sunlight in the space and the watermelon sauce wouldn't be able to dry them all out. Who knew that the watermelon sauce was not only ruddy in color, but also rich in fragrance. Just a whiff of it would make his fingers flutter, and he wished he could grow a few stomachs as big as a cow and eat as much as he wanted!
After lunch, they did not even have a chance to rest before they started to work enthusiastically again. The stew with the Spatial Watermelon sauce on it was not wasted, and after a whole morning's worth of effort, they recovered completely in just a single meal. No matter how strong they were in the afternoon, they were still able to work, and even some of the older people were surprised.
It was late at night in the summer, and when Yang Fann got home, it was almost 8 o'clock. Zhong Runjuan nagged him the moment they entered the door, saying that he was too black-hearted and had made the villagers work until now before they stopped working.
He started to let the villagers go home before six o'clock, but no one listened to him. Everyone was worried that they would not do well today, so if Yang Fann was unhappy and didn't let him come again tomorrow, he might as well go all out. If it wasn't that he couldn't see by nightfall, who knew how long he would have to go on for.
This bunch of old farmers, Yang Fann really couldn't do anything about them, so he decided to put it in the limelight tomorrow. Not only would they have to rest for two hours at noon, but they would also have to stop at six in the afternoon. If they didn't agree, he wouldn't let them go, but he couldn't continue to work as hard as he did today.
The next morning, just when Yang Fann wanted to eat, he heard a big group of footsteps approaching. Yang Fann slapped his forehead, good heavens, he came earlier than yesterday, his employer almost couldn't take it anymore. How could a bunch of old farmers who were so much older than him stand it?
"Come, come, come. Everyone, don't be in such a hurry to get to work. Let's first settle the payment for yesterday's work. It's not too late to deal with today's matters after that." Saying that, Yang Fann went back to his room and took out a stack of 100 RMB bills. He was prepared to make a contract with the villagers when paying!