sjar Chapter 376 No Money
Chapter 376 No Money
Ma Ergun watched the two men gradually walk away, and then he felt relieved.
He slowly took out a wine jug from his arms, a satisfied smile on his face. The wine jug was filled with sweet potato wine brewed by his wife Wang Fuping.
When Ma Ergun thought of his wife, he felt so happy that he couldn't help grinning.
In other families, men work hard in the fields all day long, but in my family, it is my wife who takes care of all the work in the fields, the farmland, and the house.
Even when he was on duty at the lookout, his wife was afraid that he would be tired, so she specially brewed this fragrant sweet potato wine for him to relieve his fatigue.
Thinking of this, Ma Ergun's eyes were filled with happiness and pride, as if having the most virtuous and capable wife in the world was his greatest achievement in his life.
He shook the wine jug gently and intoxicatedly smelled the aroma of wine wafting from the mouth of the jug.
His life was considered complete, with no worries about food and clothing, and a harmonious relationship with his wife. However, his only regret was his daughter Ma Caifeng.
Not only is that girl lazy, she wouldn't even bother to pick up a fallen oil bottle, and Tian Guilan's vicious mouth has ruined her reputation. How is she going to get married in the future?
Fortunately, the village has become rich now, and my family also follows Xiuying in planting rice and sweet potatoes. The harvest is getting better every year, and our lives are getting better and better.
He didn't expect his daughter to marry into a wealthy family, as long as she could find someone to live with steadily. If that wasn't possible, he would find a live-in son-in-law, who had to be extremely poor. That way, he would stay in the Ma family honestly, not dare to have any second thoughts, and live a good life with his daughter. He would be satisfied.
"Hey, someone up there!" A shout came. Ma Ergun heard the voice and hurriedly looked down at the observation deck.
There were only two young men wearing tattered clothes with patches on top of patches. Their faces were pitch black, their hair was disheveled, and they were dirty all over, as if they were fleeing from famine.
Ma Ergun quickly put away the wine jug in his hand and shouted to the two people below with a serious look: "What are you two doing? Listen carefully, we don't let people from outside the village in without a letter of introduction. Leave quickly and don't dawdle here!"
His voice was loud and commanding, as if he was afraid that the two strange teenagers might not understand his warning.
Zhuiying said hurriedly, "Uncle, we are fleeing from famine. We have experienced many hardships along the way and are really at our wit's end. I would like to ask if there is any family in the village who needs long-term laborers? Please be kind and show us a way to make a living."
Zhuiying's voice was filled with a hint of urgency and pleading, and he looked at Ma Ergun eagerly.
"No, no! This is the countryside. There are plenty of men working here. We don't need you two. Go away!" Ma Ergun waved his hands impatiently with a firm attitude.
"It's cheaper for the two of us, uncle, please consider it." Zhuiying continued to plead.
"I don't want it even if it's cheap. There are plenty of people in our village!" Ma Ergun was not moved at all.
"We don't want any wages!" Zhuiying shouted.
"What? No wages?" Ma Ergun was surprised when he heard this. "Yes, just give me food." Zhuiying emphasized again, with a look of sincerity and expectation.
Ma Ergun narrowed his eyes and pondered secretly. He thought, the family is harvesting sweet potatoes now, and his wife has to take care of all the trivial chores at home, such as washing clothes, cooking, cleaning, and tidying up. She also has to work hard in the fields, harvesting sweet potatoes and planting crops. She is really busy and exhausted.
These two men don't want any wages, just food. It would be enough for them to help share a lot of the burden for their wife. Thinking of this, a hint of hesitation and wavering flashed in Ma Ergun's eyes.
"You really don't want wages?" Ma Ergun asked again doubtfully, staring at the two disheveled teenagers in front of him, as if trying to tell the truth from their expressions.
"Seriously, uncle. This year's famine has killed everyone in our family, leaving us two brothers to depend on each other. We really have nowhere else to go, and we just want to find a place where we can have something to eat and live in peace and stability."
As Zhuiying spoke, his voice was a little choked, and Fusu next to him also showed a sad and miserable look.
Ma Ergun's heart softened when he heard this. He sighed and said, "Well, then, you can go to my house." Then, he shouted to the people guarding the gate, "Come on, open the door and let them in."
As he finished speaking, the heavy village gate slowly opened with a creaking sound.
Fusu and Zhuiying cautiously entered the village. The first thing that caught their eyes was the neatly arranged rows of adobe houses. These houses, with tiled roofs, were neatly arranged and rationally laid out, giving off a rustic and orderly feel.
They looked around and saw that there was not a single thatched house in the entire village, which was in stark contrast to the poverty they had imagined.
If you look further into the distance, you can vaguely see a majestic brick house on the hillside. The brick house stands out from the surrounding scenery, with its tall walls and reflective iron gate, as if to highlight the uniqueness of this family.
Fusu was secretly surprised that this seemingly ordinary village had such a unique scene, which made him more curious about Futian Village.
Zhuiying was also amazed and couldn't help but whisper to Fusu, "Sir, this village doesn't look simple."
"Yes, it seems we have come to the right place this time." Fusu nodded slightly, his eyes showing a hint of excitement and anticipation, "Maybe we can find some unexpected surprises here."
Ma Ergun, with a smile on his face, turned around and asked Butcher Li to help him watch from the lookout for a while, then turned to Fusu and Zhuiying and said, "Come on, follow me."
As he spoke, he led the way with big strides. His steps seemed particularly powerful. He had never thought that his family would be able to hire a long-term worker. He was glad that he had put aside his face and followed Xiuying to work.
Fusu and Zhuiying looked at each other, and hurriedly followed Ma Ergun's footsteps. They finally came in.
In Ma Ergun's yard, Wang Fuping was bent over a large wooden basin, carefully washing sweet potatoes freshly dug from the fields, preparing to make sweet potato flour. Then, Ma Ergun returned with two ragged, dirty boys.
Wang Fuping stood up straight, wiped the sweat from her forehead with her arm, and asked in confusion: "Boss, what are you doing? Who are these two little brothers?" As she spoke, she looked up and down at Fusu and Zhuiying, her eyes full of curiosity.
Ma Ergun strode into the yard and said with a smile, "Madam, these are the farmhands your husband hired for you. You have to take care of the family and the farm work all by yourself, which is too hard. From now on, they will help you with the farm work, so you can relax a little."