"Young master wants to recruit workers?"
There was a burst of astonishment from the elderly around.
"I want to go! I want to go!"
A woman jumped up from her small stool upon hearing "money distribution."
Then, four or five women stood up as if they were soldiers being called out.
There's money involved, and since they don't have much farming work normally, why not earn the money?
The farming here isn't like some great civilizations with intensive cultivation; they just throw the seeds, water them, and leave it to fate.
"Hey, hey, hey! Do you even know what 'worker' means before you decide to go?"
A man beside her scolded directly, looking like a family member.
The young man who initially came to pass the message explained: "The young master said, workers are like the laborers of old times, but they do less work and still get paid!"
In an instant, the previously stiff-legged old man stood up, supporting himself with a cane: "How many copper coins for a day's work?"
