The people in the village were very excited, their faces turned red, and they pulled their necks to recommend their family members.

Men are like this, and women are no less generous.

"Village chief, how many people will the bag factory hire?"

"Is there an age limit?"

"Should I recruit my married daughter?"

There were so many problems that the village chief felt dizzy.

He stretched out his hand and pressed down, laughing and scolding: "Why are you so anxious? The workshop hasn't been built yet."

"It's not a workshop, it's a factory." Shen Er corrected, "The factory is much bigger than the workshop."

"That's great!" Everyone said in unison.

After deciding to build a workshop, the people of Zhuxi Village got busy again.

Those who fled were left in a state of confusion.

They were settled, the land was divided, and their hearts were set.

But the matter of building a factory in Zhuxi Village was stirring in their hearts, and they couldn't calm down for a long time.

"Uncle Dehou, what do you think about the establishment of a factory in Zhuxi Village?" someone asked.

Uncle Dehou is the old village chief of the deserted village. After the refugees merged into Zhuxi Village, the two villages merged into one, leaving only one village chief.

The old village chief is simply a selfless person. As long as he is good to the people in the village, he doesn't care whether he is the village chief or not.

Uncle Dehou scolded him coldly with a straight face.

"What is Zhuxi Village? Zhuxi Village is also our village."

The person who spoke slapped his mouth and said, "Uncle Dehou, don't be angry, I can't speak."

Uncle Dehou said sincerely: "You guys, Da Zhuang has finally settled us down. If you are still unable to settle down, wouldn't you be betraying Da Zhuang's good intentions?

The people in Zhuxi Village are all good people. It is better for us to merge here than to merge into a village that excludes outsiders.

I hope everyone can adapt to it soon and stop saying such chilling words. "

Everyone knew that the old village chief was thinking of them and took these words into their hearts.

When Uncle Dehou saw this, his old eyes showed a smile.

"It is a good thing to set up a factory in the village. Only when the village is rich can our life be easier."

As for whether they, outsiders, can enter? must be able to.

At this moment, Shen Nian, who was about to go to the mountains to find his second brother, passed by.

Seeing these people gathering together, I didn’t think much and just said hello.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a woman with a gentle appearance and gentle temperament in the crowd. She stopped and reminded: "Aunt Su, when the bag factory recruits people, don't forget to sign up. Other aunts who are good at sewing are also here. go."

The woman she mentioned was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "Okay, thank you, Miss Shen."

Shen Nian waved his hands and walked up the mountain leisurely.

Although Uncle Dehou said that before, he was not so sure. At this time, Shen Nian's words were correct and he just said: "You heard it, don't think about it in the future, we are the people of Zhuxi Village."

I didn’t expect to encounter such good things while escaping from famine. It’s really a blessing from God!

The people in the deserted village felt guilty and happy.

"What Uncle Dehou said is that we are from Zhuxi Village."

"He's from Zhuxi Village!!"

"It's so cool to be a member of Zhuxi Village."

Shen Nian didn't know that her casual words reassured the newcomers in Zhuxi Village.

-

A few days later, Xiao Zhi received a letter from Longyang County.

Subconsciously thinking it was another letter from the government, he didn't pay much attention to it. After finishing his official business and cleaning his hands, he slowly picked up the letter.

Touching it like this, I noticed something was wrong.

Inexplicably, his heart suddenly moved.

Fingertips turned, tearing open the letter, and then saw the round writing on the envelope.

A little smile overflowed from the young man's deep eyes, breaking the coldness on his face, as clear as the abyss and as clean as jade.

[Xiao Jinzhi, I want to criticize you severely.

The words you gave me had no ending at all. This is really annoying. I want to tell you, I am angry! ! !

I know about the establishment of a bag factory, and I will go to the village chief to build the factory later. I estimate that when the willow trees sprout buds, the first batch of marching bags will be sent there.

I’m still angry, so I don’t want to talk to you for the time being, so that’s it, hum~]

Xiao Zhi smiled after reading the letter, with a warm smile on his face and eyes, completely different from the murderous evil god on the battlefield these days.

"What a little girl." He smiled softly.

When he knew his feelings in his previous life, it was more than a year later. It seemed that he had experienced some things at that time, and Nian Nian was not as free as he is now.

This has also become his regret all along.

Xiao Zhi is very happy to be able to protect his wife in this life.

If you annoy someone, you have to coax them while there is still room, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous.

Xiao Zhi was very experienced, so he immediately started writing the follow-up.

There were a lot of things going on in the military camp. By the time he finished writing, it was already half a month later, and the bag factory in Zhuxi Village had been built.

Shen Nian originally looked forward to the follow-up every day, but when things started to pile up, he put the story behind him.

After the factory was built, recruitment began.

Just like the tung oil workshop, recruitment conditions are set.

One, good at needlework.

Second, be diligent and honest.

Third, Zhuxi Village is given priority.

Fourth, don’t let those who like to talk right and wrong, don’t let those whose hands and feet are unclean, in principle, one person per household.

During this wave of recruitment, more than a hundred people joined the bag factory.

The reputation of the Shen family reached its peak, and the village chief took advantage of the surname. With the rising tide, the boat was lifted, and he felt windy when he walked.

The little girls who had not said they were going to be married entered the bag factory and instantly became the big golden eggs in the market for marriage in eight villages across ten miles.

Even the married girl raised her head.

...This is the power of the clan.

-

Zhongdu, Liu Guogong Mansion.

Liu Guogong ordered his housekeeper to pack his luggage. After being bored for a few months, he saw that the weather was getting warmer and he planned to leave Zhongdu for Suizhou.

"I don't know what Zhizhi likes now. Forget it, just pack up the rouge, gouache, and beautiful clothes that the little girl likes..." The imposing Liu Guogong frowned with a tangled expression.

The housekeeper calmly warned the servant and tried to comfort him, "Don't worry, Lord Duke. When you find the eldest lady and bring her back to your house, we will prepare whatever she wants."

Liu Guogong relaxed his frown and said, "That's what you said."

The housekeeper was helpless, "..."

Whenever something happened to Miss Zhizhi, the Duke of Guo didn't act so smart, and he didn't know what to say.

"What if Zhizhi doesn't want to come back with me?" Liu Guogong was worried about other problems.

The housekeeper was speechless and before he could speak, several voices came from outside the courtyard.

"Meet Madam."

Liu Guogong straightened his lips in displeasure.

What is this woman doing here? Isn't she busy getting married to her niece?

After a while, the weak Li was helped into the courtyard by the maid.

She first glanced at the large boxes and small bags in the yard, and the smile on her face faded.

When her daughter first disappeared, Ms. Li had trouble sleeping at night.

As time passed, there was a sweet and sensible girl like Yuzhu by her side. Gradually, she didn't care much about her daughter anymore.

Later, because of Liu Guogong's long-term neglect, she felt resentful and couldn't help but blame the child...

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