Chapter 1198

The original Xiangjun camp outside the city, the original Xiangjun camp, was almost empty due to the abolition and migration of hundreds of thousands of Xiangjun troops in the Song Dynasty, and the soldiers in the Xiangjun camp outside the Bianliang City of Tokyo were almost empty.

But now, the place is full of people again, and more than 50,000 refugees are temporarily living here. The Ministry of Revenue transfers grain every day to Xiangfu County under Kaifeng Prefecture to cook porridge and food to supply these people.

Those who had just used the porridge that had been noon, but still felt hungry. The ragged refugees were staying together in groups, chatting from time to time, but more of them were complaining, complaining that the porridge in the government was not thick enough, and complaining that even in a big city like Tokyo Bianliang, it was not so easy to find a job or work hard work.

Especially because of the arrival of these refugees, the prices of short-term workers given by many vendors are much lower, and the little money they earn is not enough to even weigh two kilograms of meat.

If winter comes, even if the emperor is kind and does not drive everyone out of the military camp, the whole family will eventually buy some wood or mud carbon to keep warm, and they will also need to add thick and warm clothes. What's more, if the children who are growing up live by just two meals of porridge a day, it will be just a life-saving thing.

Everyone's faces were full of worries about the future and confusion about the miserable situation at the moment...

Just when everyone was feeling that life was the most miserable thing, the refugees who had become families and their families were destroyed, they suddenly heard a loud gong sounding not far away, which shocked the refugees who were full of food and were fed and were panicked.

"Does it mean that you want to build us into the Xiangjun?" A scholar who was over 40 years old and wrinkled in his long gown, and at first glance, he looked a little bit of culture and blinked, looking at dozens of fierce men, each of whom beat a drum while stepping into the Xiangjun camp.

"Yan Jun? Bah, a good iron doesn't make nails, a good man doesn't join the army, whoever is willing to go?" A rough man next to him couldn't help but spat, and said with resentment.

"Listen to all the fellow villagers, Wanhong Trading Company is recruiting workers, the famous Wanhong Trading Company is recruiting workers..."

"Wanhong Trading Company is recruiting workers here today. No matter whether you have any skills or not, you can apply for a job. The daily salary starts at 80 cents, and you will be paid every day..."

These tough men wandered in the camp of the Xiangjun, facing the refugees who stood up or came out of the room, and began to read the notice loudly.

"Wanhong Trading Club, is it actually Wanhong Trading Club?"

"The daily salary starts at 80 cents, and it is settled on a daily basis. Is this true?!"

The dark faces of the male Ding Qing and the strong men among the refugees all showed strange expressions.

Wanhong Trading Company is actually recruiting workers in Wanhong Trading Company. Wanhong Trading Company is not the same as Jingji Road, even in the entire Song Dynasty, it is truly known to everyone.

Even these refugees had heard of Wanhong Trading Company's products in the past. Many people even used iron stoves produced by Wanhong Trading Company or cotton products produced by Wanhong Trading Company in their homes.

Therefore, when people talk about Wanhong Trading Company, they will think that Wanhong Trading Company's products are not only of excellent quality but also durable.

This naturally brought a lot of favor to the Wanhong Trading Club in the hearts of the people. Now, this Wanhong Trading Club with high credibility is actually recruiting workers here.

This made the refugees who were originally trapped in this military camp, relying on porridge to eat to save their lives every day and worrying about their future livelihoods.

"Mr., are you saying true?" A brave refugee couldn't help but stand up and asked a big man beating over who was about to walk over.

"Nonsense, of course it's true. Didn't you see what this is?" The slanderous man pointed at the left chest in anger, with four eye-catching big words embroidered on it: Wanhong Trading Company.

"We are all from Wanhong Trading Company. I heard that there are refugees here and their livelihoods are not settled, so our Wanhong Trading Company's owner decided to contribute to the court, and in order to allow everyone to not only survive but also live well, we specially asked us to come and recruit workers..."

Speaking of this, the big man pointed at the distance behind him with a hammer beating the gong. "Did you see that there is a place where you are responsible for recruiting workers. If you are interested, go there. After passing this village, there will be no store."

"Let's go and have a look..." If the first refugee takes a step, there will be a second and a third one.

An old man with gray hair and beard, watching the young and strong men rushing away quickly, he hesitated, but when he looked at the room behind him, he saw his injured son, his two hungry grandchildren, as well as his wife and daughter-in-law, and he couldn't help but stomp his feet and followed the team.

"You old man, you are at your age, and you still want to work hard? Take a break..." An old man next to him couldn't help but scream.

"Isn't it better to watch the fun?" He had gray hair and his back was slightly hunched, and he couldn't help but glar at the familiar neighbor and strode away...

Soon, thousands of refugees began to rush towards the open space in the military academy. Seeing so many people flocking to them, hundreds of Xiangfu County personnel sent over felt very stressed.

"Don't squeeze, please line up quickly. You can arrange the way you usually receive porridge. No one is allowed to go to the line. Wanhong Trading Club has many people to recruit. Everyone has their share. Whoever goes to the line will be disqualified..."

With the shouts and threats of the officers, the refugees who were used to queuing on weekdays have finally regained their rationality and lined up honestly.

Fortunately, the school grounds of the military camp in this wing were large enough, with nearly a hundred teams lined up. At the front of each team was a table table. Behind the table table was a young clerk, with pens and tables placed on it.

The young and strong man in the front line squeezed a smile at the young clerk with some anxiety. "Young master, little..."

"Are you here to apply for a job?" The clerk smiled. His intimate smile made the refugee's nervousness dissipate a lot.

"Yes, the villain is here to apply for the job."

"name……"

"Wu Xiaoqi."

"Age...how old are you?"

"Oh, the youngest will be twenty-three next month."

"That's twenty-two... How many people in your family are you? Tell me more details."

"My mother is still here, my dad, my dad is gone. I just married a wife. By the way, I have two sisters below, one fifteen and one thirteen..."

"Your profession?"

"The profession, the small ones, the small ones don't know."

"Hmm? Yes, I just asked you how to farm? Well, besides being able to farm, be it carpenter, bricklayer, or ironworking?"
Chapter completed!