Farming at the beginning, I rely on business to counterattack and become a princess

So much so that even Wen Xiang, who arranged their tasks, felt extra cute and cute: "Wen Xiang, how much more spices do we need to grind?"

"No, it's this pile." Wen Xiang casually pointed.

Seeing the spices piled up like a "hill", Taoist Songxue's happiness came to an abrupt end, and he even wanted to cry.

Seeing this scene, Wen Xiang really wanted to laugh but tried his best to hold back, otherwise Taoist Songxue would not be able to guarantee that she would die on the spot.

The three of them worked in silence for a while, and Taoist Wuwei couldn't help it: "Where did Tusun go?"

"He's watching the store at the door."

"Is it appropriate for Tusun, an important labor force, to visit the store?"

"Do you want to go?" Wen Xiang wondered.

"I'll go, I'll go." Taoist Songxue hurriedly expressed his wish.

"Working at the counter is very demanding, have you done it yet?"

"Why can't I do it?" Taoist Songxue was dissatisfied.

"If you want to nod and bow to your guests, do a small bow, and you can't fight back when you hit or scold you, can you do it?"

This kind of request is really difficult for the Taoist brothers, and Taoist Songxue stopped cooking again.

"Then it's not an option to rely on us alone to work?" Daoist Wuwei was very manic.

"I want to invite someone. Isn't there no suitable candidate? Otherwise, do you recommend it?"

At this moment, Taoist Wuwei and Taoist Songxue both thought in unison: "It would be great if Ah Qi was here."

But at present, there is no trace of Ah Qi, Taoist Wuwei threw down the stone pestle irritably: "No matter what, at least one must be invited."

Wen Xiang also dropped the half-prepared Hua Jian Wan and sighed: "Why don't I want to, the key is to find someone you can trust."

The three of you look at me, I look at you, and look at the spices that seem to be grinding forever. They all want to cry.

In the end, Taoist Wuwei made a firm statement: "I will post a notice to recruit people tomorrow."

The recruitment notice for shop No. 77, Baihua Lane, was only posted, and within two days, a group of people came to apply for the job.

Wen Xiang looked at this group of people who were flattering, sad, numb, shrewd, or taciturn, and felt dizzy.

There was no one who could catch his eye. They were either lifeless or extremely shrewd. Wen Xiang guessed that there might be commercial spies or scoundrels hidden in it.

Taoist Wuwei had to recruit one no matter what, so he picked out a taciturn man with a casual finger: "That's him."

Wen Xiang looked at the man in front of him with the most critical eyes: a featureless face, a tall and strong figure, and a dark and healthy complexion.

It is commendable that he does not appear to be malnourished or unable to eat at all, on the contrary he looks very patient.

Wen Xiang asked people to try to do housework for a few days, and the result was very satisfactory: Lao Wu kept his head down and worked hard without talking too much. He was indeed a rare helper.

She generously offered him a high salary of seven taels of silver a year, planning to observe him for a period of time before letting him in touch with the work of making incense.

Since Lao Wu came, the Daomen brothers never stepped into the workshop again, so there are still three people working, which is far from enough.

Taoist Wuwei pointed out again: "Last time, didn't your relatives come to help? Can't you find one or two to come to work?"

"It's not that I haven't thought about it, but I'm afraid it's easier to ask God than to send God away."

"How difficult is it? I can make them all go away with just one finger." Taoist Wuwei was full of momentum.

"Really?"

"Really, senior brother is very cruel, so don't worry about getting someone to do it." Taoist Songxue hurriedly helped beat the side drum, he didn't want to mortar spice anymore.

"That's fine, but let's talk about it first. If you want to drive people away, you will be responsible for playing bad faces. Is there any problem?"

"no problem."

Wuwei and Taoist Songxue agreed in unison, and they both heaved a sigh of relief in their hearts: Great, as long as you don't have to work, it's not a problem to pretend to be a bad face.

In fact, Wen Xiang has been looking for someone for a long time, she doesn't want to find relatives at all, she only wants to find slaves who sell her life.

For this reason, she went to the toothmaid.

It may be because it is a time of peace and prosperity, and the prostitute has no one to sell her children to.

The candidates in her hands are all crooked melons sent out by her family, and she doesn't know if he (she) did something good to get kicked out, Wen Xiang is really not interested.

Then she can only choose candidates in Wenjia Village, at least she knows the basics. As for who to choose, she already has a favorite candidate.

One morning, Wen Xiang and Taoist Wu Wei returned to Wenjia Village.

Hearing that Taoist Wuwei is still looking for a helper, Wenxiang's third brother and third sister-in-law are the first to recommend themselves.

"It would be great if the third brother and the third sister-in-law could come to help, but the Taoist priest said that they may not necessarily find someone from our family."

"Then how can I do it?" Wen Zhang said as a matter of course: "Second sister, you are so close to the Taoist priest, you have to help third brother."

"Third brother, I will definitely help you, don't worry."

Seeing Wenxiang expressed his support for him, Wenzhang immediately beamed with joy.

Wen Zhong and Zhang, the head of the family, were also very satisfied. In their opinion, it would be great if the youngest who didn't like farming and had nothing to do could work in the city, and maybe they could even find a home in the city.

"However..." Wen Xiang changed the subject: "The Taoist priest still has to look at the candidates from other families. If our family only sends the third brother and the third sister-in-law to interview, it will be a bit of a disadvantage."

"Interview?" Everyone said in unison, "What do you mean?"

"The head of the Taoist said that the helper must choose him himself, and I am only responsible for bringing people to him."

"So, I suggest that everyone go to the interview to increase the chance of being selected."

"It makes sense." Mrs. Zhang announced immediately, "You all go."

After midnight, when Wen Zhong's family came to Wen's small courtyard, there were already seven or eight people gathered in the courtyard.

Including Wen Laosi and his wife, Wen Sanjin's family, Fuji Carpenter and his wife, and Aunt Ma's two sons.

In order to increase the fairness of the interview, Wen Xiang had to find a few more people to make up the number.

Everyone knows that going to work in the city is better than rolling in the mud. Wen Xiang just said a word, and everyone came here happily.

This time, neither the patriarch's family nor the Baozhang's family dared to show up.

Seeing so many people competing, Wen Zhong became a little uneasy: the third child will not be selected.

Wen Xiang asked everyone to line up, and sent everyone a small note with their names written on it.

"Everyone in this order, go in one by one to listen to the Taoist priest's question. After the questioning, the Taoist priest will cross or tick the back of each piece of paper and put it in this small clay pot."

"After everyone's questioning, I will announce the results uniformly. If you hit √, you can stay. If you hit X, you can go home."

"Also, as the Taoist priest said, you are not allowed to whisper or inquire about each other, and just wait aside when you come out after asking."

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