ROTCGIS, Chapter One Hundred and Eighty Three

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Rebirth of the Charming Girl in Space

Chapter 183:

Choose Your Own People

The dishes from the Ministry of Rites Minister's Mansion and the Ninth Young Master, even if they didn't need to be delivered personally, still had several acres of vegetables in the field.

Relying solely on the four children of the Mourong family, it was impossible to sell all the vegetables before they rotted in the field.

Therefore, while Mourong Lingran and her siblings were busy, and since he couldn't be of much help, Mourong Zhe, following his daughter's instructions, spread the news that they needed hands to pick and sell vegetables.

Originally, it might have been better if recommended directly by Li Zhuang, but Mourong Zhe didn't want to trouble Li Zhuang again.

The last time they recruited people for clearing the land, some were not selected by Li Zhuang, and they held grudges, leading to his family receiving quite a few unpleasant words from outsiders.

So this time, they would choose people on their own. If it meant offending someone, they could handle the consequences themselves.

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Picking vegetables was considered manual labor and paid thirty wen a day. Selling vegetables required both physical and mental effort, and it also involved picking vegetables, so it paid forty wen a day.

They needed six people for selling vegetables and six for picking vegetables. Those interested could sign up at Mourong Lingran's house the next day; first come, first served, and the positions would be filled when enough people were recruited.

However, if there were other tasks from the employer, the workers had to obey.

Due to accounting concerns, Mourong's family had decided from the beginning that those applying for the job of selling vegetables must have basic arithmetic skills.

Regardless of whether they were applying for picking or selling vegetables, the workers must have good character, follow instructions, have no bad behavior in the village, and maintain a good reputation.

If someone concealed past wrongdoings and was wrongly selected, villagers could report it. Once verified, the Mourong family would never hire that person again and would cut ties with any relatives of theirs.

Upon hearing this, many villagers felt a bit tempted. After all, even if they went out to find odd jobs, they earned at most thirty wen a day.

Picking and selling vegetables in the village could earn them three to four times that amount in a day. Not only could they save on daily entry fees to the city, but they could also take care of their families. For them, it was like manna from heaven.

Some time ago, they had envied Xia's family for being chosen by the Mourong family. Despite the flood ruining everyone's crops, Xia's family was living better than most.

At that time, they had thought that when Mourong Lingran's vegetables ripened, they would need extra hands. Unexpectedly, a little over a month later, they had the opportunity as well.

If they were selected, they wouldn't go hungry this winter, and they could afford to eat meat regularly.

Therefore, early the next morning, Mourong Lingran's family, having just finished breakfast, set up a table at the door, and a crowd quickly gathered, making a lively scene.

A woman with a sharp and malicious tongue, who knows which foot she had stepped on, immediately shouted in displeasure, "Who dared to step on my foot? Show yourself!"

Mourong Zhe was about to go and mediate, but he was stopped by his daughter.

Seeing his daughter shaking her head, he could only watch for now.

Mrs. Cui, looking disdainfully at her, said, "You have the audacity to apply for this job?"

"Why wouldn't I? Just because your father-in-law is Li Zhuang doesn't mean you can insult people at will. Clarify your words!" she retorted.

Mrs. Cui, seeing that Mourong Lingran didn't stop them from talking, became spirited and sneered, "Don't act like you don't understand. Your sister is from the Gao family. When your sister drove people out before, where were you to help them?"

"And last time when your sister's family framed the third son of the Mourong family, you didn't hesitate to join in with the gossip. Now, you have the nerve to earn money from someone else's family. Your face is really thick."

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