Five kilometers away from Qingyang Town, there is a market for famine refugees.
In this age where human life is as precious as grass.
A piece of wild vegetable cake can buy two refugee laborers.
What's more, half a pound of bran used to feed dogs and pigs can be used to buy a young lady.
now,
Early in the morning, you can see many wealthy families in Qingyang Town choosing and trading goods here like they are choosing livestock.
"Master, take me. I'm cheap. I only need to eat wild vegetable porridge every day, and I can work and farm for you..."
"Master, I'm cheaper... My family of three just needs to stay alive."
"Master, please have mercy on us and buy us..."
A famine trading market.
I saw a group of people kneeling in front of a fat and big-eared landlord and begging.
"Master, look at how cheap these untouchables are. We have some extra bran at home, so why not buy a few and take them back to serve as guards for us?"
A young woman said to the fat and big-eared landlord.
The fat landlord pondered for a moment and said, "I could buy a few, but at most I can only feed them once a day."
"Yes, yes! For these untouchables, having one meal a day is already their good fortune."
Just as they were talking, suddenly, a voice came from the other side.
"Fellow villagers, is there anyone willing to do hard labor?"
"My master said that anyone willing to work will be given millet porridge three times a day!"
As these words were spoken, the refugees present looked at this side in disbelief.
Just see.
The person who spoke was none other than the first hard laborer Lu Fan recruited: Wang Dayong!
"What? Millet porridge?"
"Oh my god...did I hear that right? There's millet porridge to drink?"
"Hey, Mr. Wang, are you serious? Does your master really give you millet porridge?"
soon.
Some refugees began to ask Wang Dayong questions.
"certainly!"
"This is what my young master said himself, but the prerequisite is that you have to be chosen by my young master!" Wang Dayong said again.
When these refugees heard that there was millet porridge to eat, they went crazy.
"Me, me, me! I do!"
"As long as I have food to eat, I'll do anything!"
"Us too!"
soon.
A large group of refugees suddenly ran towards Wang Dayong.
Looking at all the refugees running towards Wang Dayong, the fat and big-eared landlord who had just been clamoring to buy the refugees was also stunned.
"Damn it, these days, there are still people using millet porridge to attract these low-lifes? Are you crazy?"
"Bah! I don't believe it!"
"That's right. Even our master can only eat millet every day. I don't believe that there is anyone richer than our master."
Amid the cursing of the fat and big-eared landlord, Wang Dayong actually recruited a large number of male refugees.
Then take it back to the City God Temple.
…
City God Temple.
After Lu Fan asked Wang Dayong to recruit laborers, he took out the big iron pot from the cave and placed it on the fire.
Then start cooking millet porridge.
I saw him pinch a handful of rice, put it into the iron pot, and then start cooking.
"Brother, why did you cook so much rice porridge? Don't we have plenty of food at home?"
Lu Linger, who was wearing a red jacket, asked Lu Fan with curiosity on her face.
Lu Fan smiled and said, "Silly girl, this porridge is not for us to eat. It is for the laborers that I will recruit next time."
"Labor?"
"Yes, Ling'er, have you forgotten? Brother said that from now on I will not let you starve or suffer. I will build you a big house and get you the most comfortable bed. In that way, we will no longer have to sleep in a cave from now on," said Lu Fan.
"Really, brother? Are you going to build a big house?" Lu Linger became excited when she heard that.
"Of course, how could I possibly lie to you?"
"Doesn't that mean we finally have a home?"
"Yeah!"
"That's great, we finally have a home."
When the little guy heard that Lu Fan was going to build a big house, he happily hugged Lu Fan and shouted.
It was also when Lu Fan was cooking rice porridge.
At the foot of Chenghuang Temple, Wang Dayong arrived with dozens of ragged refugees.
"Brother Yong, please don't lie to us! Can the young master you mentioned really give us food?"
In the crowd.
A refugee questioned Wang Dayong.
Wang Dayong walked away and said, "The young master said it himself, how could I possibly lie to you?"
"But, these days, who would be so kind as to give us food? And even millet porridge?"
"Yes, yes! I haven't seen what millet porridge looks like for more than a year."
Wang Dayong laughed heartily: "I don't know about that! Perhaps that young master is the reincarnation of a bodhisattva, who specializes in saving poor people like us."
As he was talking, Wang Dayong brought a group of people to the City God Temple.
"Here we are! That's our young Bodhisattva."
As Wang Dayong spoke, he pointed at Lu Fan who was standing in the City God Temple.
Dozens of refugees were stunned when they saw Lu Fan.
Then he saw a big iron pot in front of Lu Fan.
The steaming and fragrant rice porridge was blown by the mountain breeze and fell into the noses of the refugees. Suddenly, all the refugees' eyes became hot.
"Oh my god! It smells like rice!"
"It's really rice porridge!"
Looking at the pot of thin rice porridge, the refugees' eyes turned red like wild beasts.
Lu Fan didn't expect that Wang Dayong would really bring so many refugees at once.
He stood up and walked over.
"Young Master, I've brought you the person you wanted!"
Seeing Lu Fan, Wang Dayong quickly spoke respectfully. After he finished speaking, he said to the group of refugees, "Why don't you quickly pay your respects to our young Bodhisattva?"
"Greetings to the young master Bodhisattva!"
Dozens of refugees knelt at Lu Fan's feet.
Looking at the number of people brought here, Lu Fan nodded with satisfaction.
Next,
Lu Fan began to choose.
There are dozens of refugees in front of me, of varying ages and ages!
Lu Fan is not a philanthropist, so of course he won't take it all.
so,
He selected fifteen strong men from among them, and as for the others, Lu Fan let them go.
The reason why fifteen people were chosen was also because of Lu Fan's selfishness. After all, according to his current strength, Lu Fan felt that even if these fifteen people had any bad intentions, he could deal with them all.
After selecting them, Lu Fan said loudly to the fifteen refugees, "Listen up, everyone! I'm kind enough to take you in today. I hope you'll repay my kindness and work hard for me!"
Upon hearing this, everyone knelt on the ground and said, "Please rest assured, Master Bodhisattva. We will definitely remember your great kindness and work hard for you."
After listening to everyone expressing their loyalty, Lu Fan nodded.
"Young master, are we going to work here?" At this time, a refugee in the crowd asked.
The other dozen or so people also looked at Lu Fan in confusion.
Lu Fan nodded: "Yes, it's right here!"
"See? I'm going to build an enormous wall around the City God Temple. At the same time, I'm going to build an incredibly grand mansion inside the wall."
After hearing what Lu Fan said, the dozen or so refugees became puzzled.
My heart was filled with unease: What kind of hobby does this young man have? Why would he build a mansion in this desolate wilderness?
Although they were grumbling in their hearts, they didn't care!
As long as people give me food, that's enough!