lcionline Chapter 330 A pie falls from the sky and gets stuffed right into your mouth.
Chapter 330 A pie falls from the sky and gets stuffed right into your mouth.
Hearing the door open, Lin Xi assumed it was Du Hao returning.
He secretly envied the speed of the martial arts lightness skill, but little did he know that it was the village chief who entered.
Lin Xi quickly came over and took the village chief's arm: "Uncle Village Chief, what's the matter that made you run around so sweaty?"
The village chief, panting heavily, quickly waved his hand: "Oh dear, I was just in a hurry!"
Seeing this, Gao Mengli quickly stood up and poured tea: "Uncle Village Chief, please come and sit down."
The village chief nodded when he saw the table full of indentures.
It seems that what Du Hao said was true; the Lin family's main branch does indeed want to buy people.
He quickly sat down, took a sip of tea, and hesitated for a long time, unsure of how to begin.
Lin Xi and Gao Mengli sat to the side, blinking as they stared at the village chief, waiting for him to continue.
Little did anyone know that the village chief, holding a cup, seemed hesitant to speak, yet remained silent.
The three sat facing each other, momentarily speechless.
Gao Mengli felt that if she waited any longer, it would get dark, so she tentatively asked, "Uncle Village Chief, is something the matter?"
The village chief nodded excitedly, but then shook his head.
His mouth opened and closed, but not a single word came out.
For a moment, Lin Xi and Gao Mengli were completely confused.
"Boss! It's finished writing, please sign here!"
At this moment, Mengze quickly handed over the contract he had written, breaking the strange silence between the three.
Gao Mengli took it and glanced at it. After confirming there were no problems, she picked up the brush and signed her name: "Xixi, count out twelve taels of silver."
"Oh!"
Upon hearing this, Lin Xi quickly ran back to the inn and brought out the inn's earnings from the past few days.
Then he counted out twelve taels and handed them to Mengze.
Mengze was taken aback, somewhat confused: "Master, what's this?"
Lin Xi waved the silver in her hand in front of Meng Ze: "This is your money for selling yourself into servitude. I'm paying you the price for conscripting men!"
Gao Mengli nodded.
That's the market price; if you really calculate it, she actually made a profit.
After all, Mengze and his group were martial artists, and those in the brokerage business with some skill could fetch tens of taels of silver, which was quite expensive.
Since Mengze and his group lived in the village and were willing to sell themselves, they got a great deal.
Upon hearing Lin Xi's explanation, Meng Ze quickly declined, saying, "Master, we are willing to sell ourselves. We don't want money, and we get wages and food every month. We are content."
Lin Xi couldn't make up his mind, so he turned to look at his Meng Li.
Seeing Mengze decline, Gao Mengli became even more convinced of their character: "Just take it. There's no such thing as selling yourself for free and not getting paid, or working for you for nothing."
Money makes the world go round, and she wasn't a stingy miser; she wouldn't stole the money she received for selling herself into servitude.
Moreover, as the workshop grew larger and its operations became more remote, she felt more at ease entrusting the core technology and formulas to her own people.
Seeing that his sister had spoken, Mengze didn't stand on ceremony and readily accepted the silver from Lin Xi.
After the other scumbags finished writing their contracts, they quickly lined up and handed them over to Gao Mengli to sign one by one.
The village chief lent a hand, tidying up the writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones.
Lin Xi pulled Gao Mengli aside and secretly glanced at the village chief: "Mengli, do you think Uncle Village Chief has something on his mind, but he's too embarrassed to admit it, so he's been choking on it?"
Gao Mengli also glanced at the village chief, who was busy running around, and nodded: "Most likely."
Could it be that the village chief wants to sell himself into servitude?
But that doesn't make sense. The village chief said that village officials shouldn't sell themselves into her family.
If that's not the case, then it's a scheme!
Gao Mengli felt that she had guessed it perfectly.
So he walked up to the busy village chief and, without beating around the bush, asked directly, "Uncle Village Chief, are you looking for a job?"
The village chief stopped what he was doing, somewhat embarrassed: "Mengli, you have a really sharp eye, girl. To be honest, I really do want to find a job at your house, hehe!"
Seeing the village chief like this, Lin Xi couldn't help but smile: "Oh, I thought something had happened to you, making Mengli nervous for so long."
"But, Uncle Village Chief, if you work for my family, what will happen to the village?"
Uncle Zhao is the village chief, and he can't just shirk his responsibilities and not do anything about village affairs!
Upon hearing this, the village chief's smile remained unchanged: "I think it's time for my eldest son, Zhao Chen, to take over the village affairs. From now on, the village chief's duties will be handed over to him!"
So when Du Hao told me about your family's situation today, I came over to ask!
The village chief doesn't want to be a village official anymore. What's the point of being a village official if you're not as good as working for the Lin family?
Gao Mengli and Lin Xi were somewhat shocked. The butterfly effect—because of buying slaves, they even managed to poach the village chief to work for them. Wasn't that a bit unethical?
But I must say, the village chief and his men really find it easy to use.
Buying land, building workshops, arranging personnel—every time, it was always done by going to the village chief.
Gao Mengli immediately had an idea.
After thinking it over in her mind, Gao Mengli gestured for the village chief to sit down.
After the two sat down, Gao Mengli coughed twice before speaking: "Uncle Village Chief, I have a position here that would suit you. I wonder if you would be willing to take it?"
"Oh, tell me!"
The village chief was incredibly excited; there was hope, a real chance!
Lin Xi quickly pressed down on the village chief's trembling body, her hand trembling with excitement: "Uncle Village Chief, please don't get so excited!"
But the village chief wasn't the type to stop getting excited so easily; he really made Lin Xi laugh.
“Uncle Village Chief, my family has been having a lot of people coming in, and it’s not good if no one is managing them. In addition, we also have business dealings, and people often come to our house, so we need someone to receive them.”
Therefore, I'm assigning you the position of head butler. Are you willing?
The village chief jumped to his feet in surprise: "The head steward?!"
He was just looking for a job, never expecting to rise to the top and become a housekeeper!
The butler is great! He can eat and stay at the Lin family's house. Ugh, I mean, he can manage Mengze and Du Hao, those bunch of greenhorns, and also receive distinguished guests and arrange social interactions.
Dealing with people is his forte; it's practically tailor-made for him!
"Yes, I'm willing!"
After the village chief finished speaking, he immediately grabbed a brush and was about to write a contract of servitude on the spot.
Lin Xi quickly grabbed the village chief's hand: "Oh dear, Uncle Zhao, if you sell yourself to my family, I'm afraid my dad will break my legs!"
The managers didn't need to be involved in the workshop's recipes and techniques, so they never considered having the village chief sell himself.
Upon hearing this, the village chief agreed with Lin Xi's words and quickly nodded, putting down his pen.
Damn, he got too excited.
Gao Mengli quickly gestured for the village chief to sit down: "Uncle Village Chief, if you become the head steward, it's six taels a month."
Like Mengze and the others, you get two new outfits each for spring, summer, autumn, and winter. You also get two days off each month, which you can arrange as you please.
But you should go back and discuss this with your aunt. After all, since you've become the manager, you'll be eating and living at my house.
Six taels a month, plus clothes, food and lodging all included—how could his wife possibly refuse?
Moreover, being able to work in the village was like a windfall, a real stroke of luck.