Poor family mother and son

Chapter 1107 The young one can make the decision
Chu Qing stood in the woods at the bottom of the slope and heard these inciting words clearly. He also heard them use the Chu family's purchase of rocks as an example.

Chu Qing looked outside the woods and could see several small thatched houses that were close together. There were women or children at the door, standing in the courtyard, facing the mountain and listening.

From Chu Qing's perspective, he could see worries on their faces.

No family is not worried about their family members who are ready to fight for their lives. Men are the backbone of their families, but women and children have no say. They cannot change the things decided by men.

Moreover, men work hard to solve the problem of food and clothing, which is a serious matter.

Chu Qing waved his hand: "Let's go and have a look at the quarry."

The locations of several villages have been mastered along the way, and we still need to visit Yunwu Village and the quarry.

Keep walking along the mountain road. This is a winding mountain road. The road is very narrow, barely enough for a carriage to pass.

After walking about ten miles, we saw another village - Yunwu Village.

Unlike plain villages where houses are concentrated together and surrounded by cultivated land, in villages built on mountains, households can only be said to be relatively concentrated.

If you look closely at the houses here and there in the east and west, no one is next to anyone else; if you can look at them from a distance, they are like seeds on strawberries, and there are trees separating each house.

This is determined by the distribution of trees and topography on the mountain. The village that was forced up the mountain by the tide had no plan.

Yunwu Village was very quiet. Chu Qing only saw women and old people coming in and out of individual residents, drying clothes or watering the vegetable gardens.

Yunwu Village was closer to the quarry. Chu Qing and his party passed by and continued along the winding mountain road. After another five or six miles, they arrived at the quarry.

The quarry was already under construction, and Chu Qing saw a group of men in ragged clothes chipping away at some big rocks. The noisy sound was disturbing.

Obviously, when Yun'an Village held a mobilization meeting, which could also be said to be a brainwashing meeting, Yunwu Village had already quietly started grabbing stones.

They had very few tools. Chu Qing could not see a few iron chisels. Most of them removed the hoe blade and used it as a chisel by beating it with a wooden hammer.

Those big stones are huge and irregular in shape. The villagers have no ability to transport the big stones, so they can only process them on the spot, turn them into smaller stone slabs, and then tie them on their backs and carry them away. The situation is similar.

There are also some village women who look stronger. They don't have tools to cut stones, but they have backpacks.

The women were loading the gravel into their backpacks and murmuring: "We can't leave these gravels to Yun'an Village. Let's take them away and put them in mud to cover stoves and chicken coops. Why can't we do that?!"

The quarry was empty, and the appearance of Chu Qing and his party immediately aroused the attention and tension of the villagers.

The villagers knew at a glance that these people had backgrounds.

How do you know it at a glance?Judging people by their appearance.

Who can afford to wear a satin riding suit with a narrow waist and a long hem without any background?

Well, let alone silk and satin, it is hard for poor people like them to have clothes without patches. Who can tell the difference between riding clothes and riding clothes?
Anyone who dares to argue that they can tell the difference is someone who doesn’t know how to ride a horse and can only pretend!

"Noble, noble!" A wrinkled old man who looked to be in his sixties or seventies asked tentatively: "Are you here to buy stones?"

"Well...yes, who is in charge here?" Chu Qing asked.

Chu Qing still dresses in men's clothing. She usually only wears riding clothes because the sleeves are narrow and convenient. In addition, she has been running around all year long and has no time to gain weight. It is difficult to distinguish between male and female.

The same goes for Gan Lai. Like Chu Qing, he doesn't like women's clothing. He falls easily when walking. Whenever he goes out, the hem of his skirt will be torn by the ground.

"The little one is the one!" The old man immediately clapped his chest: "My lord, what kind of stone do you want? The little one can make the decision!" He is the head of Yunwu Village. His spit is like nails, and the whole village listens to him. , of course you can make the decision.

"You make the decision?" Chu Qing looked at him with obvious distrust: "Are you the manager of the quarry?"

The old man's eyes trembled, but he still held out his chest and agreed: "Yes! The little old man is in charge here!"

Such a good business opportunity must be accepted no matter what.

The old man shouted to the young men who were chipping away at the stone: "Be smart with your work! A noble man is here to buy stones!"

"okay!"

"Yes!"

The young adults responded loudly, with excitement in their voices, and surprise in their gazes.

"Look, noble man, the villain is in charge here," the old man said.

"Our master undertook the construction of Duke Yong'an's mansion. We need a lot of stone bricks, slabs, carvings, stone lions at the entrance, and..." Xiangzi asked, "How much material can you produce every day?"

"This..." The old man was speechless for a moment.

How much material can they produce just by using a hoe blade to plan and chisel?Not to mention stone lions and reliefs, they can't even make the stone bricks and slabs that the nobles want.

That would require big rocks, lots and lots of them.

"Humph!" Chu Qing made a sulky look and walked out with his hands behind his back: "Let's go and look elsewhere."

A group of people turned around and followed Chu Qing, the old man was so anxious that he stretched out his hand to stop him, but he immediately retracted his hand as soon as he stretched it out, and the phrase "Let's discuss it again, my lord" was also held back.

What to discuss!
When the young men saw Chu Qing and others turning around and leaving, they couldn't help but stop what they were doing and gathered around the old man. One of the leading young men asked, "Dad, is it settled? Why did they leave?"

father?
Chu Qing glanced over there with her peripheral vision. The old man must be sixty or seventy years old, and the young man was only in his early twenties. Could he be father and son?
Xiangzi whispered from the side: "That old man is probably the village chief of Yunwu Village, and he personally brings the villagers to quarry stones every day;
I heard that the village chief of Yunwu Village is only in his fifties, and his face looks a bit old. I didn't expect to look so old!Alas, it is so miserable here! "

Chu Qing planned to take a look at the mountains nearby and find the location of the boundary markers.

I don't know if I don't see it, it's amazing to see it.

"Fengtou Mountain" is not a mountain, but a mountain range. There are huge rocks standing on almost every peak. Standing on the ridge, it is quite spectacular.

Those boulders are like generals who have experienced hundreds of battles. They are tall and majestic. They look down on the soldiers on the battlefield and are full of domineering.

I really don’t know how this magnificent mountain got such an unpleasant name as “Fengtou Mountain”. Wouldn’t it be better to call it “Jiangjunling”?

"It's a pity that such a beautiful mountain doesn't have a good name!" Chu Xinghai said, obviously he also felt that the scenery here was unique.

Xiangzi said: "Come back and see if you still think the name is bad when you are about to starve to death."

Chu Qing and Chu Xinghai looked at each other, neither of them speechless.

Yes, only those who are full can be in the mood to enjoy the scenery. Those who are rushing to the bottom line of survival are precarious and all they see is the burial place.

(End of this chapter)