Chapter 242 I can, choose me!
Fan Erzhu said this after repeated thinking.
He saw that the wall was not for his family, but for the whole village. What could the old village chief do if he really didn't want it?
He couldn't expel them from the village. They didn't do anything wrong.
Building a wall is different from building a dam. If you don't build a dam, the first thing to suffer is your house. It is an emergency that can be seen with your eyes and the effect can be seen immediately.
But if the wall is built and no bandits come, it will be a waste of energy.
Besides, there are not many people building walls in other villages. If they don't build it, what can the old village chief say?
Fan Sanzhu muttered in a low voice: "Grandma said, let's make a fuss. The old village chief will have no choice but to let other families or their families take over our work."
Grandma said that making a fuss regardless of the consequences is the most effective. She has never suffered any loss using this trick.
Fan Qian looked at the wall with the slowest progress and nodded resolutely.
As the old saying goes, if you don't listen to the old people, you will suffer in the end. He was always right to listen to his mother.
He didn't want to do this hard and tiring work at all. Whoever wants to build it can build it. Anyway, he will be safe inside the wall after it is built.
The people in the village saw that Fan Da's family was unyielding and acted like they could do nothing to me. They were so angry that they kept humming.
"The wall is for the whole village. If one family doesn't build it, it will definitely not work if there is a gap."
"Isn't it bigger than the gate? Who can stop it?"
"It must be built."
"This Fan Da family is not just holding us to build it, so they dare to do this! We have a large family, and the elderly and children in our arms are also counted. The road section is much longer. His family is full of capable people, but they don't want to do it!"
"It's so infuriating!"
The old village chief's chest rose and fell violently, looking at Fan Da's family with a frown.
Now it is the Fan family who is making a fuss. If they succeed, Zhang Tuzi's family will certainly follow suit. Ding's family will not, but the more this happens, the more the honest people will suffer, right?
And the vacant land of the two families still needs to be filled. In that case, whichever family builds faster and better will take over. In other words, those who build better will not be rewarded but will live longer, while those who build poorly will enjoy leisure and happiness. What is the reason for this?
Li Wu saw the trick and squeezed forward to his father, and whispered in his ear about Shui Qing's gift of fifty swords.
"My sister-in-law said that you, Dad, will be the one to make the full decision on the distribution. She trusts you!"
The old village chief's eyes slowly brightened, and his frown gradually relaxed.
He asked Fan Qian: "Are you sure you don't want to build all the sections of the road allocated to your family?"
Sun Jinhua on the ground was delighted and nodded continuously.
"Okay, then you draw a line and don't build the rest." The old village chief agreed very readily.
The onlookers were immediately dissatisfied!
Worriedly advised: "Old village chief, you can't be too easy to talk to, they will push their limits!"
"Others will follow suit, and it will be difficult to manage them later."
Zhang Chunhua was afraid that her family would be missed in the noise, so she jumped up and shouted: "There's also my family! We have to reduce it too."
As soon as she finished speaking, others immediately said: "Look, the imitators are coming!"
"Okay." The old village chief agreed.
Zhang Chunhua still felt a little unreal, she agreed just now?
Why is the old village chief so easy to talk to today?
But it's none of her business, as long as she can work less!
And Hu Wenhua is back, and she can spend more time with him if she works less...
The old village chief swept his eyes around and asked in a deep voice: "Whose family is there? Tell us all, so we can divide it again later."
Everyone was murmuring in their hearts, and many families were excited and eager to try and put forward their ideas.
After thinking about the whole family, the newly built tiled house, the food in the warehouse, the rabbits that were about to be raised... In the end, they still suppressed it.
After all, they still had to build a wall. It was not easy for the old village chief to succeed. If they couldn't build it this time, they would never have the chance to do so in the future!
They looked at the road section divided by Fan Qian and Zhang Tuzi's family and sighed.
The old village chief would definitely redivide these later. Whoever built the first would take over a part. There seemed to be no other way.
The old village chief asked again, and seeing that the crowd was silent and no one responded, he continued: "Okay, let's talk about rewards."
Hearing about rewards, Sun Jinhua on the ground opened her mouth. Why is there a reward? What reward?
Fan Qian lowered his head and curled his lips indifferently. The old village chief was really pretending to be rich. His family was good in the village, and the family was united and hardworking, but didn't they support Changlin's studies? There was not much left even if there was any family property.
What reward could he give? Not to mention a decent one.
If it was a few kilograms of black flour, it would be really funny. Anyway, even if his family was hungry, he would not earn those kilograms of black flour - the energy he ate was not enough.
Zhang Chunhua looked at the old village chief and twisted her hands nervously. She didn't want to work but wanted rewards.
The same was true for Fan Erzhu, Sanzhu and Sizhu.
The old village chief's voice was particularly clear in the silence: "Mr. Bai gave Jinzi's family dozens of big knives. All the men who went out of our village have used them. They know whether they are good or not.
Now Hu Shuiqing took the initiative to propose that fifty big knives belong to our village and let me distribute them."
The onlookers opened their mouths wide and were stunned for a long time, forgetting to speak.
Among them, Fan Erzhu opened his mouth especially wide. Of course he knew those knives!
He had also taken it before. The blade was sharp, more than one meter long but very light, not too heavy.
When walking on the road with a knife, the disaster victims and refugees who were originally staring at them all turned their eyes away timidly, and many passers-by cast envious eyes at them, which was extremely impressive.
Sun Jinhua didn't know knives, but she knew that knives were expensive. The previous kitchen knife in her family was divided and given to Hu Shuiqing. The new kitchen knife cost about two hundred coins, which almost made her heart sad.
A kitchen knife costs more than two hundred coins. A big knife consumes more iron and has more processes, so it must be more expensive.
Hu Shuiqing is really stupid. It would be great if he could take so many big knives to the capital to sell! He actually gave them to the villagers.
Fan Qian's teeth were about to break.
His own younger brother got so many good knives, but the first thing he thought of was not his brother and four nephews, but he actually gave them to the old village chief, an outsider, to distribute!
He was really stupid because of reading, and his brain was kicked by a donkey.
If he gave them to him, he would sell them for hundreds of coins, and he would make a lot of money.
"The fence is the business of the whole village. Once it is built, every family will benefit. This is not the business of one family, but the common business of all people.
Now there is no need to make things difficult. Aren't Fan Qian and Zhang Tuzi unwilling?
If there are people who are willing to build it, a portion of the big knife will be distributed to those who build it first."
As soon as the old village chief finished speaking, a loud shout broke out from the crowd: "Me!"
"I can do it!"
"Choose me!"