"Let's … let's change to another business. We can definitely do something else," Zhang Jingan said in distress.
Fang Yundao said, "The post station at the docks only hires workers over the age of 16. You can't do it. The workshops only look for skilled workers. You have no experience, so you can't do it either. If you start a small business, you can't even make wontons. Even if you can, do you think you can make it better than others? You don't even have a skill. Where did you get the courage to say this? "
Fang Yun looked down at Zhang Jingan, his eyes colder than the winter wind.
"I …"
Fang Yundao said, "It's okay. You can continue to starve. I can continue to accompany you. You're very lucky. You don't have to feed anyone. No one at home needs you to save their lives. "
Zhang Jingan's stomach rumbled even louder.
"I'll do it!" Zhang Jingan said, gritting his teeth.
"Very good. Let's go now. If we're late, I'm afraid someone will beat us to it." Fang Yun immediately found the broker, paid a hundred copper coins, took the note with the location of the post, and walked out.
"We'll take half of the one hundred copper coins. Next, you'll pay me two copper coins every day until you pay me back," Fang Yundao said.
"Stingy!" Zhang Jingan said in a low voice.
The two braved the wind and snow and quickly walked to Xinming Street. In an old house, they saw the post of the post and learned the reason for the recruitment.
Winter was different from other seasons. It was cold and people worked slowly. A lot of garbage would be frozen, so it was very difficult to deal with it. A couple was in charge of Xinming Street, but the woman was sick and recuperating at home. Now there was only one man, so they were temporarily recruiting workers. If they did well, they would consider a permanent job.
"The salary will be paid daily. No matter how many people there are, you'll get twenty copper coins a day if you complete the work of the whole street. You'll get twenty-five copper coins. I'll only give you twenty-five copper coins. You and your father can discuss how to split the money with Lao Guo. I won't interfere with other things. Remember, if you don't do well, you'll be deducted. If you get into trouble, we won't help you. You collect feces in the morning and garbage in the afternoon. What do you do the rest of the time? It's none of our business … "
After quickly explaining some work requirements, he wrote a document and asked both parties to sign it. After that, he asked Fang Yun and the others to find Lao Guo.
The two of them left the warm house and went out again. Soon, they saw a large ox cart at the back door of a house on Xin Ming Street. However, the one pulling the carriage was not an ox or a horse. Instead, it was a man in his fifties who was struggling to move forward with a rope around his body.
The two of them quickly walked over. Fang Yun took a look at Lao Guo, who was tightly wrapped. His coat, fur, and boots were all patched and stained. Some parts of his clothes were so dirty that they were shining.
When they got closer, Fang Yun put his hand on the left shaft and pulled forward. Zhang Jingan immediately ran to the right shaft.
Lao Guo raised his head and stared at Fang Yun with a blank look on his face. After quite a while, Fang Yun said, Only then did his eyes brighten a little.
Winter's breath seemed to cover the light in his eyes.
Fang Yun came straight to the point. "My father and I are here as temporary workers. We'll be in charge of Xin Ming Street together with you." While speaking, Fang Yun took out the document.
A touch of vigilance flashed in Lao Guo's eyes. He looked at Fang Yun up and down. Nodding slightly, he opened his dry lips and said with difficulty, "You two haven't done this before, have you?"
"It's the first time. But don't worry. Whatever you say, we'll do it. For the first three days, we'll only get ten coins and you get fifteen. When we get familiar with each other, we'll discuss a new way to share the money. What do you think? "Fang Yun said with a smile.
"Yes! Help me finish today's work. It'll be more difficult if it's delayed until night. "Lao Guo said.
"Okay. Jing An, work harder! If you don't work harder, you won't get the money! "Fang Yun grabbed a rope to pull the cart, but only with the strength of an ordinary man.
"Okay!" Zhang Jingan answered and pulled the cart hard as well.
Both of their hands were exposed. Fang Yun's hands didn't change at all, but Zhang Jingan's hands soon turned red from the cold.
Zhang Jingan felt a piercing pain and numbness in his hands, but he didn't dare to loosen his grip.
If he did, his wages would be deducted.
Zhang Jingan stole a glance at "Zhang Longxiang", and a trace of dissatisfaction flashed in his eyes.
Jingzhou City had a good sewer system, just like the cities in Saint Origin World. The sewage could flow to the Yangtze River outside the city through the pipes built by the underground workers. But many sundries were left in the sewage trough, and some were piled up at the back door, where they had to be disposed of.
The three of them pulled the cart to the back door of the next house, where there was a sewage trough for several families nearby. Lao Guo picked up a shovel and said, "In winter, the sewage trough will be frozen, so we have to clean the dirt and ice every day. It's easy to say, but it's actually very troublesome. It requires a lot of strength, and even the skin between your thumb and forefinger might bleed, and your hands would be sore the next day. "
Fang Yun grabbed the shovel and said with a smile, "Since it's the most troublesome work, I'll do it. But you have to give me three extra coins every day."
"No way. One coin at most. "Lao Guo held the shovel and didn't let go.
"Let's both take a step back. Two coins." Fang Yun said.
"Deal!" Lao Guo let go of the shovel with a smile, and secretly felt relieved. As he grew older, he couldn't bear to shovel the ice so often.
Fang Yun picked up the shovel and shoveled hard at the ice near the sewage trough.
Fang Yun glanced over and knew where the ice was the most brittle, and how much to shovel at a time. With the strength comparable to a Monster Marquis, shoveling ice was no different from shoveling sand for him.
"Good strength!" Lao Guo could not help praising, as he was a knowledgeable man.
Zhang Jingan picked up another shovel and tried to shovel the ice away.
But Lao Guo said, "There are some vegetables and leaves inside. You have to pick them out and put them in the first bucket. They will be made into fodder and sold to the pigs and chickens. Can you do it? Here are some gloves. "
Zhang Jingan looked at Lao Guo, who was gasping for breath, and nodded. He took over the gloves and started to pick the vegetables and leaves from the ice.
"Put the edible ones in the first bucket. Put the inedible ones in the second bucket. There are other garbage in other places, such as wood chips that can be burned. Put them in the third bucket. Those that can be burned are worthless, and we can take them home. But they are rare, and usually people will burn them themselves. If there are good fabrics, put them in the fourth bucket … Most of them have to be handed in. Of course, if the owner feels sorry for us, we can keep them as gifts. "Lao Guo's eyes flashed cunningly, and then he patted his shabby leather coat.
Fang Yun and Zhang Jingan smiled. This Lao Guo was a nice guy.
Fang Yun glanced at Lao Guo's clothes, hat, and shoes, which seemed to be "gifts" from others.
Winter nights came early. When it was dark, they still had one-fifth of the street to clean, so they had to continue at night.
Even after cleaning all the garbage, the three of them still had to send the garbage to a faraway place. It took them two hours to go back and forth, and finally they had to park the car at the place where Xuan Shou lived.
"Let's meet at Xinming Street at six o 'clock sharp tomorrow morning. Don't forget!" Lao Guo waved his hand and disappeared in the wind and snow.
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