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"Everyone, don't worry. Since I have met the requirements, I will definitely take them. Our Construction Team won't mind having more. If there aren't enough people from our village, we'll go to other villages to find more."
"What? How is that possible?" A wave of doubt rose among the people.
This girl is really confident, but they forgot that at first, they didn't believe Liu Qingxi's Construction Team would have business, didn't believe they could take in so many people.
However, all of this gradually became a reality as Liu Qingxi accomplished one task after another.
In the following days, Zhang Wuliang conducted a selection of villagers according to the requirements set by Liu Qingxi. Anyone willing to join would be counted.
To facilitate this, Zhang Wuliang set up a long table in front of his house with several thick Class Lists on it.
In front of the table was a long line of villagers, and Zhang Wuliang sat behind the table, holding a brush pen with an air of a scholar, complete with two wisps of mustache.
"Village chief, you're quite impressive now; keeping accounts and everything is no problem," said a man of the same age as Zhang Wuliang, his eyes filled with envy.
"Hahaha, that's right! If it weren't for Qingxi insisting that I learn, I wouldn't have bothered. You have no idea how painful it was for me to learn to read and write at my age. But now that I've learned it, I didn't expect it to be so useful."
It's true; when you first encounter something new, it always seems very difficult and requires a lot of effort.
But once you learn it and look back, you realize that all those efforts were worth it.
So effort will always yield rewards; even if what you learn isn't useful now, it will certainly come in handy in the future.
"Um, village chief, please write down my name first."
"Sure thing! Everyone, don't rush; we'll do it one by one. I'll get everyone recorded."
As the morning passed, the line showed no signs of shortening. For every person recorded, another would step up to take their place. The queue stretched from Zhang Wuliang's doorstep all the way across the street and even turned a corner for several dozen meters.
At noon, Zhang Wuliang couldn't help but rub his sore shoulders. "I've never done this kind of work before; it feels more exhausting than working in the fields."
His wrist ached from writing name after name, and he could barely lift it.
Liu felt a pang of sympathy, but with the scorching sun overhead, Kid had already waited all morning. They couldn't just send him away, so she brought out the Ten Thousand Dumpling Soup, which had cooled to just the right temperature.
"Drink this quickly; you can get back to work afterward."
Zhang Wuliang gulped down the soup, finishing it in just a few bites, and by the time he wanted more, there was none left.
For an entire hour, Zhang Wuliang only managed to tally the number of people who signed up. As for who would stay or go, that would be decided in further discussions.
"Kid, you can head back and wait. Tomorrow afternoon, I'll post the Class List at the entrance. Everyone can come check if their names are on it."
After sending off the last person who registered, Zhang Wuliang felt completely numb and sore. "Damn it, come give me a massage; I'm exhausted."
"Oh dear, I walk in and hear you complaining about being tired. Can't you pace yourself? Why push so hard?"
Zhang Wuliang waved his hand impatiently. "What do you know, woman? If I don't finish today, it'll take even longer tomorrow. It's not worth it; the key is not to delay the Construction Progress."
"Alright, alright, you're always right. Hurry back inside and lie down. You have more work tomorrow morning anyway. If you can't handle so many tasks, just drop some."
"What kind of talk is that? It's hard to get business like this; are you saying we shouldn't take it? All the effort we've put in would be wasted."
Meanwhile, Liu saw that her husband wasn't listening to her advice and decided to let it go, returning to her own tasks.
The flowers bloomed separately.
Elder Ying had been waiting for several days and finally received a reply. Eagerly, he opened it to read.
In the letter, the young woman spoke with a tone that was neither humble nor arrogant, expressing her deep gratitude for his recognition. However, she feared causing him trouble, which is why she did not visit immediately.
If given the opportunity, she would certainly come to see him. As for becoming his disciple, she was genuinely excited and felt incredibly honored. When the day came for her to visit Lingjiang, she would make sure to pay her respects and learn from him.
"Hahaha, not bad! The young lady has good judgment; I didn't misjudge her," the Old Man said.
Elder Ying was equally excited. The joy of finally having a successor made him walk back and forth in the room. He felt relieved that his skills would not be taken to the grave with him.
Suddenly, he slapped his forehead: "What am I thinking? How could I forget something so important? No, I need to prepare a gift for this future disciple right away."
At that moment, he was unaware that this highly valued disciple was busy expanding her team and concocting her first major move.
The next afternoon, at the entrance of Ten-Mile Extravagance and the Wuliang Family, several yellowed sheets of paper were neatly lined up with a long list of names—these were all individuals who had passed the review.
This meant that those on the Class List could become members of the Construction Team.
"Ahhh! I made it! I made it!" A fifteen-year-old fellow dressed in black shorts, revealing his muscular arms, exclaimed joyfully.
The excitement of being selected made him jump three feet high, and his laughter echoed far and wide.
"And me! And me! Hehehe, life is looking up!"
Those chosen were overjoyed, shouting loudly to share their happiness with others.
While some celebrated, others were disheartened. For every person selected, there were those who were not.
Those who were not chosen or who weren't even on the Class List stared gloomily in the direction of Zhang Wuliang's house.
"Pah!" A man with a sharp face and hunched back spat contemptuously towards Zhang Wuliang's home. "What's so great about them? Look at you all in your pitiful state; you might as well be begging like Liu!"
The person with the droopy triangular eyes looked particularly lewd due to the whites of his eyes showing so much.
This individual was none other than Zhang Erdan, a well-known good-for-nothing in the Village.
He had also signed up when everyone else did, quietly blending into the crowd and adding his name to the list.
Three hundred Wen a month—just thinking about it made his mouth water.
When the time came, he could just mix in with the crowd, do nothing, and still get paid. The thought of such an easy life made him feel delighted.
But what happened? Today, his name was not on the list, which caused him to plummet from hope to despair. The huge gap between expectation and reality left him feeling utterly defeated.
As a result, he couldn't help but mutter some sour words: "What's so great about it? I don't even care."
"Ugh, look at them all fawning over others like dogs wagging their tails for pity," a woman said, twisting her waist and glaring fiercely at those who were chosen.
The reason for her disdain was simple: they had all signed up wanting to join but were directly kicked out by Zhang Wuliang. Why should they get special treatment? When everyone was working together to repair the houses, these individuals complained about being tired and refused to cooperate with the Kid.
Now that there were benefits to be gained, they wanted to join in? There was no way it would be that easy! Zhang Wuliang decisively expelled these troublemakers.
A few voices murmured softly, just loud enough for someone to overhear, causing those who were kicked out to become agitated: "What did you say? What are you calling us?"
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