The pork butcher is smoother than a pig butcher!

Chapter 339 Child Labor
Gan Minglan felt that her current rank was already quite impressive.

General Xiong wanted to recommend her for commendation, but she declined for a long time without success.

The news will eventually reach the border town.

Just bear with it.

But she has always been high-profile in her work, but low-profile in her personal life.

Don't assume that only women can be jealous.

Women tend to wear their emotions on their sleeves.

Men are different.

They say one thing to your face and another behind your back.

After that, she asked for a month's leave, citing the need to settle the newly appointed recruits and their families.

At the same time, she also demanded that the military farmland of one hundred military dependents be combined with her household property.

General Gan was at the forefront of the battle, and he also settled hundreds of thousands of immigrants and took on the related affairs of epidemic relief.

They never get involved in the personal rights affairs of the military camp.

Who wouldn't like a subordinate like that?

General Xiong readily agreed: "The matter of the military fields is a minor matter. Not to mention a month, I will grant General Gan a three-month long leave!"

Three months?

I'd love to!
Take a break whenever you want.

He turned around and went home happily.

Who has the patience to get involved in that little bit of military power?
Why not spend your free time training your personal guards and spending time with your children?
I wonder if my eldest son has been causing trouble lately, and whether my nine-month-old daughter can talk and walk yet.
"Oh my, you're finally back! The older the kids get, the harder they are to manage! Kang'er and my nephew-in-law have recently taken on even more responsibilities."

These days, because of the epidemic, Fatty is not allowed to leave the mansion, and he almost climbed onto the roof to remove the tiles.

Your daughter has such a fiery temper, I wonder where she got it from? If anything doesn't go her way, she slams her fist on the table and screams. Learning to speak? She should be able to call out "Dad" and "Mom" by now, but no matter how you try to teach her, she just won't open her mouth.

Those two short legs of hers are surprisingly strong! She's only been walking for a few days and she already wants to run alongside her brother! But then, in the blink of an eye, she tripped and fell flat on her face after only a few steps!

Then she refused to learn to walk anymore, and crawled everywhere, crawling very fast, getting her clothes dirty every day.”

I had barely sat down at home when Mrs. Luo started complaining.

She had always thought she was still quite young.

But now taking care of two children is exhausting.

Especially when his son and daughter-in-law are not at home.

Gan Minglan gently bounced her daughter, who was staring at her with wide eyes, in her arms, and comforted her mother-in-law with a smile:

“Mother, this time I just went out to arrange servants for our family. I originally wanted to buy people from those immigrants, but General Xiong urged me several times to fill the quota for personal guards.”

So, I selected a hundred half-grown boys from the border town who walked to Guazhouwei to serve me.

One hundred personal guards were followed by one hundred military households.

Young boys will not be taken to the battlefield until they have learned real skills.

The military farms are for next year, and most of the military households are really struggling. I was thinking of having them work for our household to support their families.

Because of our personal guard relationship, we don't need to sign a permanent contract with them. We can sign a one-year flexible contract first, and if it works well, we can renew it after a year.

How about this arrangement?
The outer courtyard was managed by Steward Zhu, who was in charge of the gatehouse, stables, and accounting office. There were a total of six servants and two coachmen.

In the inner courtyard, there are five old women. Some are good at cooking, some are good at needlework, and some are good at cleaning and tidying. You can take a look and choose one who suits your taste to be the head of the household. They will serve you in your daily life.

I only picked six little girls, all around ten years old. You can choose two to keep in your room, and the rest can play with Yuanyuan.”

What can Roche say?
Let her choose an old woman and two maids to serve her. What objection could she possibly have?
Not right either.

Her opinion was: "There are too many people!"

There are only five people in this general's mansion.

"A lot? Out of more than eight hundred people, only twenty got jobs. They'd love for all of them to come and serve us. Their sons' futures depend on me, so their loyalty goes without saying."

The thought of her daughter-in-law having to support so many people weighed heavily on Luo's mind.

Seeing her anxiety, Gan Minglan quickly reassured her:

"You don't know me well enough! I'm not afraid of having too many people, I'm afraid of not having enough! Next year, we'll combine the military farmland of these 100 households and set up a ranch in Hamiwei. By this time next year, we'll take the fat sheep and cattle back to the border city to sell. Ganweixian must eat several thousand sheep a year, right? The prince even wants my parents to open a branch in Huaiqing Prefecture."

That's great! It has a sweet and savory base.

Moreover, the ranch does need a lot of manpower to do the work.

Luo knew perfectly well what the price of Hu sheep was here, and what the price was in the border town and Huaiqing Prefecture.

Thinking about these things, she felt relieved again.

That's it.

When Steward Zhu brought a group of old women, maids, and servants to pay their respects to Madam Luo, she still acted like an old lady.

One person was rewarded with one hundred coins!

One hundred coins, and twenty people paid two taels of silver.

That's enough to make her feel heartbroken for a long time.

This is the first time Fatty has ever been a young master.

Two eight-year-old servants ran around him.

He felt uncomfortable everywhere.

In the afternoon, he went to his mother looking aggrieved.
"Mom, can I not use the servant? Shunzi actually followed me into the outhouse and even wanted to wipe my bottom! I, I don't want to!"

It's actually quite embarrassing.

Fatty considers himself a big kid now; he's not a baby like Yuanyuan.

Gan Minglan suppressed a laugh and said to her son in a serious tone:
“Look, apart from the little kids who are three or five years old, don’t all the older ones have chores to do? Your mother is a mighty general, and when there is war, your mother has to go to the battlefield to fight the enemy. Your father also has chores to do in the camp.”

What are Grandma's chores? Besides buying groceries, cooking, and washing clothes, she also has to look after you and Yuanyuan. But Grandma is getting older, and if she can take care of Yuanyuan, she won't be able to take care of you! Next year, our family still has fifty acres of land to cultivate! There's work to be done everywhere.

Steward Zhu and the others were all hired by Mother to help with chores at our mansion. Now, Shunzi and Lebao are your personal servants. Shunzi is strong, and Lebao is honest and loyal. Their job is to take care of your daily needs.

If you don't let them serve you, they'll lose their jobs and won't earn their monthly income to support their families. Of course, our chubby boy is a big kid now, so if you don't want them to help with private things like wiping your bottom, just say so.

But from now on, you must have them with you when you go out.

Fatty stared with his round eyes and his mouth slightly agape: "Shunzi and Lebao's families are so poor? They still have to rely on their monthly allowances to support their families?"

He used to say he wanted to learn how to slaughter pigs and sheep to support his family, but he hasn't taken any action yet.

And now.

There was a group of child laborers in the general's mansion who had to shoulder the responsibility of supporting their families when they were only eight or nine years old!

(End of this chapter)