"I trust you!"
Mo Yan was startled for a moment, but then a brilliant smile bloomed on her face, her eyes shining as if they were filled with the sunlight reflecting off a lake.
Feeling trusted was simply too wonderful!
Lin Yong’s prestige within the Lin Clan was beyond doubt. Seeing him sign his name so readily, nobody else had any objections, and soon, people rushed forward to sign the contract.
Seeing that many villagers from outside the Lin Clan also came running to sign the contract, Mo Yan quickly asked them to queue up and reminded them to come one by one.
To prevent any unnecessary disputes from arising in the future, Mo Qingze and Lizhong read the contract carefully to each villager who wanted to sign it. After confirming with them repeatedly, they then let them press their fingerprints.
"Dayou, with so many people here, and us all the way at the back, we might not get our turn, right?"
Zhang Erniu, who was at the end of the line and also a refugee, was concerned as he looked at the long queue in front of him. His family of seven or eight only had cotton-padded clothes to wear, and he was counting on getting some cotton to make winter clothes.
"How could that be? All the cotton and grain are piled up there!"
Zhang Dayou and Zhang Erniu were close friends from childhood, with a solid relationship. Pointing at the piles inside the house, his eyes were filled with longing.
Zhang Erniu felt a bit relieved and leaned in to whisper, "I’ve figured it out. Working yourself to death in the city, you’d earn at most twenty wen a day, and that’s if you can even find work. But working for the Mo Family for a day, you get one pound of cotton and two pounds of grain. If you had to buy it, it would cost at least forty wen."
Zhang Dayou gave a simple, honest smile, looked at the busy members of the Mo Family with gratitude, and said, "This family must be good people who’ve accumulated virtues. I guess they want to help us out because they see how hard our lives are."
Zhang Erniu nodded in agreement, "Then we’ve got to work well for the Mo Family in the future, or it would weigh on our conscience to take advantage of their kindness."
Zhang You’s naive laughter, as usual, showed that he felt the same.
Mo Yan walked over just in time to hear their conversation and couldn’t help but take a second look at them.
It is said that the eyes are the windows to the soul, and these two had clear eyes without a trace of greed. Through their words, it was evident they were filled with gratitude. It seemed their character couldn’t be faulty. The Mo Family would have a lot of work in the future, so finding reliable people was naturally better.
While Mo Yan was observing others, she didn’t know that someone was observing her from not too far away. That person sized up Mo Yan carefully and, after confirming they were not mistaken, quietly slipped out of the crowd and ran towards the west of the village.
When those in the queue had finished signing, many others rushed over upon hearing the news, but all fifty contracts had been used up, and the thirty-some people who came late couldn’t sign one.
Seeing those villagers who couldn’t sign looking disappointed, Mo Yan could only take down their names, planning to come again tomorrow. Just now, an idea had formed in her mind, but she wanted to discuss it with her father before putting it into action.
After checking that there were no errors in the fifty contracts, Mo Yan and the others began to distribute the cotton fabric and grain according to the numbers the villagers had written on the contracts.
This time, the villagers didn’t need to be reminded specially and conscientiously formed a line. They were also aware that they were benefiting from the Mo Family’s generosity, so most of them, when their names were called out, would gratefully say "Thank you" to Mo Yan and others before joyfully taking their goods and running home under the envious gazes of others.
"Qingze, you wretched boy, you’ve squandered everything our Lao Mo’s House has, you ingrate! You’ve truly angered me to death!"
In the midst of a happy and joyful atmosphere, a highly discordant voice barged in.
It belonged to a short and plump lady with a round face, who pushed through the crowd, pointing her chubby finger accusingly at the bewildered Mo Qingze, and began to berate him loudly!
When Mo Yan saw her, a light flashed in her mind as she remembered who the visitor was. Her face, originally filled with smiles, suddenly darkened...