Chapter 753: Heaven's Favor

Planting apple trees really wasn't light work. The whole village, old and young, joined in, working from early morning until dark at night, and only then was it considered finished.

It was also heaven's favor that the sun didn't come out all day today, making it very comfortable to work. And although it rained last night, it didn't soak through the land; the soil was damp and easy to dig, but not sticky to the feet.

Just as Song Tan was lifting the water pump onto the truck, her face suddenly felt cool. A fine, dense drizzle began to fall, and judging by the trend, it was constantly getting heavier...

This was great; there was no need to even water them for the roots.

The people working on the mountain hurried back to avoid the rain, while Song Tan lagged two steps behind, spiritual energy constantly swirling between her fingers, taking advantage of the rain to spread rapidly throughout this piece of heaven and earth.

Soon, in this quiet, dark night, the bare apple forest was shrouded in a layer of hazy mist, which was suddenly washed away by bean-sized raindrops, leaving no trace.

The dormant root systems wrapped in mud balls were spreading continuously in the fresh soil, and the trunks and the few remaining branches were breathing with all their might. The rain falling on the ground made a rustling, pattering sound, which also successfully covered up this brief anomaly.

Only then did she withdraw her hand with satisfaction, and then quickly headed home.

Back home, Song Tan discussed with Wu Lan: "Mom, everyone hasn't rested all day today. Why don't we raise the wages we agreed upon?"

Wu Lan frowned: "That's not appropriate."

This was a villager who had just finished a glass of white liquor. His face was flushed red, as if he were drunk yet not drunk; it seemed he usually wasn't very embarrassed, but was now using the courage from the alcohol to ask.

By now, the canteen was brightly lit, the radish green and lean meat soup was fragrant, and large basins of braised pork were trembling and oily under the lights, squeezed in the middle of a table full of dishes, looking exceptionally eye-catching.

In this way, not only were the positions easy to arrange and management smoother, but everyone might also work harder!

Even Secretary Xiao Zhu sat over and sighed: "I finally understand why some township entrepreneurs clearly offer decent wages, but still don't have enough reputation and aren't enough to convince the fellow villagers."

Just then, Song Sancheng also seemed drunk, and his usually honest and sincere face was full of sighs:

The other party realized: "Isn't it just like Zhang Wang's family? I can do that too! I'm only forty-eight this year!"

The wages you set yourselves were already not low in the local area, and the food was solidly good. If you could raise them this time, you could raise them next time; it wouldn't be appropriate in the long run.

"Then you'd better think it through. The wage I offer is just like that: 3000 yuan a month, including meals but not lodging for villagers."

At this, more people's eyes lit up.

Song Sancheng also said happily: "There are no requirements for fixed workers, just that if there's work, it has to be done; basically, you can't be idle."

For a time, everyone had their own thoughts.

So she also started making phone calls to arrange things.

To use an old saying, that is—donkey dung balls, shiny on the outside!

So she also felt a sense of sympathy:

Speaking of which, this is also a rather subtle psychological relationship. Wu Lan might not be able to explain it, but having been deeply rooted in the countryside for a long time, she had already subconsciously made a different choice—

Secretary Xiao Zhu sighed: "I always thought Professor Song only knew how to engage in research and agriculture. Every time he opened his mouth, it was about fellow villagers, fellow villagers. I even thought he had some old-fashioned ideas..."

"Sancheng, what are the requirements for fixed workers in your family? Do you think I'm okay?"

Forty-eight in the countryside is indeed a strong laborer who can still work, but Song Sancheng didn't agree immediately, instead saying happily:

This kind of "integration" sounds very silly.

This kind of embarrassment is also understandable. In the past, who in the village didn't sigh twice when mentioning the old Song family?

For one thing, don't look at how busy it is now; in reality, after the busiest late autumn and early winter pass, nothing can be done afterwards, and everyone can only stay at home for the winter.

But that is in the indifferent cities, where everyone is drifting, and only money gives a sense of security.

Everyone sat there dragging their exhausted bodies, each drinking two bowls of soup first to boost their spirits, and afterwards, there wasn't a single person who was dissatisfied!

If they were recruiting workers at this time, at the very least, they would be idle for two or three months in the winter.

3000 to 3500, the feeling it gives people is different!

"Everything has to be registered now, and our family also has a company. Theoretically, we can't buy social insurance and housing provident fund, but everyone is old and exceeds the standard, so it can't be bought... so the family is thinking of raising the wage by another 500."

However, Song Sancheng sighed again afterwards:

But this kind of sighing only lasted for a short while, because very soon, everyone's focus shifted to the villager who was inquiring about the recruitment requirements.

This kind of philosophy cannot be spoken out, and even if it were, it would seem a bit pretentious, but only those who are personally involved can understand everyone's heart.

Song Tan couldn't quite grasp this point, but listening to her mother, it couldn't be said to be absolutely correct, but it was correct most of the time.

Furthermore, now that fellow villagers are drinking and eating together, they might agree in a moment of heat, but will they really work hard afterwards? Not necessarily.

But in the village, this is the place where we return to our roots; it is our home.

Sure enough, Zhang Yuling was right: don't go through prefectures and counties, don't simulate Taiwan provinces.

To tell the truth, this cost less than raising everyone's wages, but listening to everyone drinking and chatting lively, and even having people actively asking about recruitment, Song Tan seemed to understand something.

"That's right, expanding so big all at once, even building a villa, but the family foundation must have been exhausted. It just sounds good to say it out loud..."

Anyway, they weren't recruiting fixed workers this year.

In this way, when there are more people in the village during the New Year, everyone will get this pancake, and by drawing it for each other, they can compete with more young and strong people who might return...

Song Tan, that abacus expert, didn't understand the human relationships in the village as well as her parents. But when it came to how to arrange for people to work, she was very capable.

As long as the money is enough, who cares about those benefits? Maybe some people even feel it's troublesome; it's better to convert it into cash.

That is, not integrating into the villagers.

Didn't expect that even a small township would have so many human relationships.

Compared to us, working as a temporary worker like today, 3000 a month is naturally not cost-effective. But temporary work isn't available every day, and the food is so good...

What's more, villagers working for the family aren't just doing it for the money. They work to earn money, but sometimes just talking about money makes everyone feel looked down upon...

Don't raise wages, but give benefits!

This is sincere; thinking about the roads on the mountain and the trees in the fields, who among everyone could not believe it?

But it's not now.

Since that's the case, it's better to draw a pancake for everyone first.

"It's not possible now; there's no money to recruit workers now! The money has been spent until not a bit is left, and the external debts can't even be cleared this year..."

The whole cigarette was also opened; regardless of gender, everyone was stuffed with a box. And then there was beer, white liquor, and drinks...

One table playing mahjong, one table eating; now, turning around, they have to work under someone else's hand; there has to be a step, right? ===== CHAPTER 754 =====