In years of famine and drought, their village even rejected fatty meat.

Chapter 641 Worth it

Before we knew it, a busy day had passed.

At the exact hour of You (5-7 PM), Zhao Xiaoliang, having received the message to stop work, wiped the sweat from his forehead. He hadn't felt anything while working, but now that he had stopped, he realized how tired he was.

Moreover, because the clothes were soaked with sweat, the body felt very cold when a cool breeze blew.

"Luckily, I ate a big lunch, otherwise I really wouldn't have been able to make it through the day!"

Zhao Xiaoliang murmured with relief, "The repetitive work of swinging an axe to chop wood is extremely physically demanding. If I hadn't had a hearty lunch and had some oil in my stomach, I really wouldn't have been able to keep going."

"Xiao Liang, it's time to go home after work."

At this moment, Zhao Shitou and Zhao Wan also came over. Chenjia Village would not provide accommodation for these 1000 workers, so they would need to go home after work.

"Let's go."

Zhao Xiaoliang nodded, and then the three of them set off on their way home, chatting and laughing as they walked.

"Xiao Liang, what do you think of this job?"

"It's great, mainly because I had a good lunch."

"I think it's great too! Although it's a bit tiring, it's worth it."

"Yes! It's rare to see such a generous host as Chenjiacun."

"I wish we could keep working in Chenjia Village!"

"..."

It's easy to tell from their conversation that they were very satisfied with their experience today. Although they were a bit tired, the lunch alone made it all worthwhile.

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Just before sunset, the three returned to Wooden Village.

They said goodbye to each other at the village entrance and agreed to set off together the next day before returning home separately.

At this time, Zhao Xiaoliang's family had already prepared dinner and were sitting at home eagerly waiting.

Why isn't Xiao Liang back yet?

Looking at the darkening sky outside, Zhao's mother's eyes were filled with worry.

A mother worries when her son travels far. Although Zhao Xiaoliang did not travel far, it was still a great concern for him that he went to Chenjia Village to work for the first time.

In addition, Zhao's mother was worried that something might happen to Zhao Xiaoliang on the way. After all, in her impression, the area outside the city was not safe, and there were many robbers who would kill for money.

"Don't worry, they should be back soon!"

Zhao's father offered a word of comfort, but just then, Zhao Xiaoliang appeared outside the door. The four people inside immediately brightened up and hurriedly got up to greet him.

"Big brother."

"Xiao Liang."

Looking at Zhao Xiaoliang, who was covered in sweat, Zhao Shu and Zhao Xiaoxin showed no disgust. They each grabbed one of Zhao Xiaoliang's arms and shook him wildly.

Zhao's mother said with concern, "Xiao Liang, you're all soaked. Go back and change your clothes so you don't catch a cold."

"Row."

The feeling of being covered in sweat was really unpleasant, so Zhao Xiaoliang quickly went inside, took off his half-wet clothes, and changed into dry ones. Only then did he feel much better.

Back in the living room, Zhao's mother quickly pulled Zhao Xiaoliang to sit down and said, "Xiaoliang, are you hungry? Let's eat first."

Zhao Xiaoliang, who had been working all afternoon, was indeed hungry, so he picked up his bowl and chopsticks and started eating.

That evening, the family ate wheat rice again. After eating the sweet steamed buns and fragrant stewed duck from Chenjia Village, the taste of wheat rice was somewhat hard for Zhao Xiaoliang to swallow. However, he knew very well that he had no right to complain about wheat rice, and since his stomach was already empty, he quickly finished the wheat rice in his bowl.

After seeing Zhao Xiaoliang finish his wheat porridge, Zhao's mother served him more rice while asking with concern, "Xiaoliang, how was work in Chenjia Village today? Did the people in Chenjia Village give you any trouble?"

Hearing this, Zhao Xiaoliang laughed and replied, "Mom, the people in Chenjia Village are so nice! You'd never guess what we had for lunch!"

"what?!"

The other four people in the room all turned to look at Zhao Xiaoliang.

"They're eating steamed buns with white flour and duck!"

Zhao Xiaoliang said with no small amount of pride, "Let me tell you, Chenjia Village is really generous! They gave us white flour steamed buns, and we could eat our fill. Besides the white flour steamed buns, each of us could also have a small bowl of meat. Let me tell you, that meat was incredibly delicious..."

As he spoke, Zhao Xiaoliang unconsciously licked the corner of his mouth, seemingly savoring the deliciousness of the duck meat.

The four people inside the house were... stunned!

"Big brother!"

Zhao Shu stared with his small eyes and asked, "Does Chenjia Village really give you meat to eat?"

"of course it's true."

Without hesitation, Zhao Xiaoliang said, "I don't know what seasonings were used to cook that meat, but it tasted so good that I almost swallowed my tongue. It's better than any meat I've ever eaten!"

"Gudong."

The four people in the room swallowed hard. Although they hadn't tasted the duck meat themselves, they could imagine how delicious it was just from Zhao Xiaoliang's description.

"This Chenjia Village is too generous! They're actually willing to feed the workers they recruit meat?"

Zhao's father looked incredulous. When he was young, he had also worked in the city and encountered all sorts of employers.

These business owners may look and have different personalities, but they all have one thing in common: they are all notoriously stingy.

Let alone feeding the workers meat, they would treat them as if it were their life if they were given even a penny more.

"I want to eat meat too."

Zhao Shu glanced at the wheat porridge in front of him. The wheat porridge that he used to be able to eat had now become tasteless.

He looked at his older brother expectantly and asked, "Brother, can I also go to Chenjia Village to work?"

"No!"

Zhao Xiaoliang shook his head without hesitation: "Chenjia Village requires workers to be at least 18 years old. Xiaoshu, you're only 15. Chenjia Village can't possibly hire you."

In an agrarian society like Xia, 15-year-old Zhao Shu was already considered a qualified laborer. If he were employed by another company, Zhao Shu, who had been helping with farm work since he was ten and had been doing so for five years, might meet the requirements for employment.

But Chenjia Village is different. I don't know what Chenjia Village was thinking, but they require people to be over 18 years old to be hired.

"That's it."

Zhao Shu lowered his head in disappointment, regretting that he was too young. Otherwise, he could have worked in Chenjia Village like his older brother and lived a carefree life eating white flour buns and meat every day.

"Don't be disappointed, little tree."

Seeing Zhao Shu's dejected expression, Zhao Xiaoliang comforted him, "You're fifteen years old this year. In three more years, you can go to work in Chenjia Village!"

"Three years is too long."

Zhao Shu said in a low voice that for the first time in his life, he had the idea of ​​growing up quickly.

Noticing their second son's low spirits, Mr. and Mrs. Fang exchanged a glance, unsure how to comfort him, and had no choice but to change the subject.

"Xiao Liang, are the people from Chenjia Village easy to get along with?"

Zhao's mother asked, having never been to Chenjia Village and having left the village very rarely, she combined the image of the people of Chenjia Village with that of a landlord.