Song Ming's wife staggered forward two more steps before she stabilized her body.

"Go quickly!"

Seeing her procrastination, Song Ming kicked her. He didn't care whether he signed the contract or not, he could earn twenty copper coins a day.

For the first time, Song Ming’s wife avoided it. “This bundle of firewood is worth several cents. If it is thrown here, it will be picked up by someone else. It will be gone for a few cents.”

Song Ming loved money like his life, and a few cents were his heart's flesh, but twenty cents a day were more important, "You roll away first, I'll carry the firewood."

This was the first time that Song Ming said he was carrying firewood after they got married, and Song Ming's wife was stunned.

"You won't go!"

Song Ming's wife quickly walked towards the Song family.

Song Ming squatted down and wanted to carry Chai He. He couldn't get up after using two forces. He kicked Chai He so angry, "Smile, why aren't you exhausted after chopping so much firewood!"

...

"mother……"

As soon as Song Ming's wife walked into the door, Erya, who had been sitting at the door of the house, ran over and threw herself into her arms.

In just a few days, Erya's face turned rosy, her eyes became energetic, and she seemed to have grown taller.

Song Ming’s wife touched her head, “Is your sister Yue’er here?”

“In the house.”

Erya pulled her into the house. She and Song Wanyue lived in the same house. Gu Yi had already left. At this moment, there was only Song Wanyue in the house.

"Yue, Yue'er."

Song Ming's wife walked into the house calmly, subconsciously trying to pinch the corner of her clothes, and then held back, "Home, is it going to recruit people at home?"

"yes."

"Then I, I can..."

"Auntie."

Erya pulled Song Ming's wife over and sat down.

"Aunt, this time I will have to sign a five-year contract for the job."

"I can do it, let alone five years, ten years."

Song Ming’s wife said anxiously.

"I heard from me first that this time recruitment is the base for making hot pot and a secret recipe. The reason why the worker signs a contract to sell the body is to prevent someone from leaking the secret recipe. Can I do it?"

"I can, I, I have a very strict mouth, I, I will not say anything."

"What if he hits you? What if he threatens you with two children? Can you not say it?"

The one he mentioned in Song Wanyue was self-evidently Song Ming. As early as when she wanted to recruit people, she thought that Song Ming’s wife might ask her to come over to work.

"I, I, I..."

Song Ming’s wife didn’t know how to say it. Her two daughters were her lifeblood. If Song Ming really threatened her with two children, she really didn’t know whether she would say it or not.

"Aunt, think about it carefully."

"I, I, I..."

Song Ming's wife nervously lowered her head and rubbed the corner of her clothes. Looking at Song Ming's attitude, if she didn't ask Yue'er to let her go to the workshop to work today, Song Ming would beat her when she went back. She was not afraid of the pain, but she didn't want Erya to see her injured.

Song Wanyue sighed, got up and went to Grandma Song's house to ask for sixty copper coins, took her hand and put it in her palm, "This is the firewood money for the past few days, you can take it back first. If you insist on entering the workshop, it is not impossible, but you have to sign two contracts for sale, one for yours and the other for Erya. I will also tell him that if one day you leak the secret recipe, even if you have no choice, I will send you and Daya and Erya to the government."

...

Song Ming's wife walked out of the gate.

Song Ming happened to be dragging the bundle of firewood.

Seeing her, he immediately threw the firewood away and ran forward a few steps. He thought of Song Lin warning him not to approach the gate here, and stopped for a moment, "You are dead, why don't you get over quickly!"

Song Ming's wife walked over quickly and said without waiting for him to ask, "I'll tell you when I get home, I'll send the firewood in first."

Song Ming raised his feet and took them back hatred. He was so anxious that he would say what he would go home.

Song Ming's wife sent the firewood in, came out quickly, and walked home with her head down.

Song Ming followed up with great strides. As soon as he walked into the yard, he couldn't help asking, "What do you say that dead girl?"

"If Yue'er said that if I want to enter the workshop, she would have to sign the contract between Erya and me and Erya."

"What?"

Song Ming's voice suddenly rose.

When Song Gua, who was inside the house, heard it, she came out of the house with her little feet, took a broom bump in her hand, and stuffed it into Song Ming without saying a word, "I won't hit the house and peel the tiles for three days, I'll beat you hard!"

"Mom, don't make trouble with me."

Song Ming returned the broom bump to Song Gua. He was now thinking about why he had to sign two contracts for sale.

"Yue, Yue'er said, I'm afraid I'll tell you the secret recipe."

Song Ming was furious, "Is she guarding me?"

Song Ming's wife shrank uncontrollably and did not dare to respond.

Song Ming was so angry that he copied the broom bumps stuffed back to Song Gua's hand and threw them away, "This dead girl, I, I, I..."

Song Ming's wife shook her voice, "Yes, or I, I still won't go."

"Go! Why don't you go?! Isn't it just two contracts for selling your body? Sign!"

"Then, that, that..."

"Get out and cook."

...

The entire Songjia Village was in an uproar. Those who were called to the village chief's house had different opinions after returning home and were very quarreling.

Until dark, the village chief didn't wait for a person to come to sign up, and he threw his pipe in anger---

I don’t want to have such a good opportunity for short-sighted things, and there will be times when they regret it in the future.

Somehow the people in the surrounding villages heard the news that the village chiefs of several villages came together regardless of the darkness. This was a great thing that fell from the sky, even if two people came from one village.

Village Chief Song was upset. He was not angry when he saw a few people, so he waved his hand, "Go away, I don't have the heart to pay attention to you now."

"Old Song, this is what you are wrong."

One of the village chiefs lifted up their clothes and squatted in front of the village chief, and the other people also squatted down when they saw it.

"In theory, if you helped us with the matter of hanging up the fields, we shouldn't be more greedy. But who made us still poor? We have no other requirements. One, can we only have one in our village?"

"What are you here? Don't you know who wants to sign a contract for sale? One sign will take five years. If someone leaks the secret recipe during this period, he will be sent to the yamen."

Several village chiefs didn't care at all, "Don't worry, we will definitely choose the one who is quick-witted and strict. If she dares to leak the secret recipe, I will not be able to spare them."

“That’s it, that’s it.”

The village chief glared, "You old guys, are you watching me on purpose and making fun of me? I tell you, don't even think about it, there is no door."

Seeing that he was a little anxious, several village chiefs dared not say anything else.

"Okay, okay, okay, then let's take a step back, can the people who build houses use the ones in our village?"

"Everyone thinks beautifully, from one to another, the people in our village are still idle, why use your people?"
Chapter completed!