The house is ancient, and was taken home by a rough man and spoiled

Chapter 376 If you want to be rich, build roads first

"We have a saying here: if you want to get rich, you must first build roads. The official roads here are too narrow."

Su Wanwan expressed her thoughts. Shen Yuan frowned and then rubbed Su Wanwan's shoulder.

"My wife is right. The road should indeed be widened, but we can't do it ourselves. I will go to the county town to see the county magistrate tomorrow."

Shen Yuan felt that what his wife said made sense. No matter how famous the workshop was, there were still big potholes on the road on a rainy day like this, which would affect its reputation over time.

Some merchants may not want to come because they hear about the bad road conditions.

"Well, the government is collecting corvée labor. I think it's for repairing the dam, not for repairing the road. You can go and ask if the road can be repaired as well. We can donate some money as well."

Su Wanwan was familiar with this era. There were several months of slack farming time in winter, and the government would usually levy labor service at this time.

Every household would send one person, and the government would give some wages, but it was very low, and they were usually used to repair reservoir dams and the like.

There are also those who repair official roads.

The government's conscription for corvée labor was completed a while ago. I heard that they were going to repair the dam. The salary was ten cents a day, which was the highest wage in recent years.

Those who have money and do not want to perform corvee labor can pay the head tax and do not have to go. Those who cannot afford to pay are forced to send one person per household.

Both their family and their uncle's family paid the poll tax, and were too busy to spare anyone to serve.

As for the workers in the workshop, since they now had money and the wages were so high, no one would go into military service and they simply paid the head tax.

In addition to the corvée labor recruited from the public, some criminals or people who were convicted and fined were also sent to serve.

Shen Yuan just nodded in response and took advantage of his wife's inattention to secretly smell something when someone knocked on the door.

It was Shen Hua's voice.

"Brother Yuan, sister-in-law, open the door quickly!"

Shen Yuan frowned, and had no choice but to let go of his wife, then put on his hat and went to open the door.

"Brother Yuan, a caravan's carriages have fallen into a ditch. Hurry, find someone to help!"

When Shen Hua saw the door open, he didn't bother to say anything more and immediately shouted.

Su Wanwan also came to the door holding an umbrella, holding two raincoats in her hands. She quickly handed one to Shen Hua and the other to Shen Yuan.

This child has been away from home for almost two months, and he is almost unrecognizable.

"Thank you, sister-in-law."

Shen Hua didn't hesitate and took it and put it on.

"I'll go to the workshop and call for help."

When Shen Yuan heard that it was about the caravan, he immediately prepared to go to the workshop to call people.

"Brother Yuan, call more people. There are three caravans, and more than a dozen carriages have fallen into the pit... I'm afraid there are not enough people in the workshop..."

Shen Hua immediately shouted again.

Su Wanwan also frowned.

There are so many carriages.

There were many potholes on the road, some of which were very deep. Once a carriage got stuck in one, it was not easy to get out.

What's more, some cars actually fell into the ravine nearby, which was too tragic.

"Oh, there's another team. We know them. They're the wealthy businessman from Jiangnan who sold tea leaves that we rescued in the village. His surname is Song..."

Shen Hua was also surprised when he mentioned this.

He met Mr. Song on his way back, and Mr. Song recognized him at the first sight.

Mr. Song actually came to Daliushu Village to thank Brother Yuan. Along the way, he also heard that there was something called yuba in Daliushu Village, so he planned to come and take a look.

So we came together.

Who knew it would rain so heavily? Fortunately, there was not much cargo on the caravans.

"There were too many potholes on the official road, and the road was slippery. Mr. Song's horse was frightened by the thunder and galloped, then fell sideways into the ravine."

Shen Hua said this as he went to the workshop with Shen Yuan.

Su Wanwan also felt that this was too coincidental. Just as she was talking about the official road, something happened on the road.

I don’t know whether I should blame her for her bad mouth.

"You go to the workshop to call people, and I'll go to the village to call people as well."

There are many people still working in the workshop, and only a few can be transferred out. Su Wanwan plans to go to the village to call for help.

"You go to the workshop, and I'll go to the village to call people."

Shen Yuan didn't act pretentiously. He asked Su Wanwan to go to the workshop. He had to call every household in the village, so it would be more appropriate for him to go.

The three of them split up.

When the villagers heard that a merchant was in trouble, they immediately took action, calling one after another, and before long, the whole village knew about it.

Almost every household had one person coming out, and they ran towards the county town in a mighty procession.

The road was difficult to walk on. Even though everyone was wearing straw raincoats, their clothes were still wet and their feet were slippery and covered in mud.

It's strange that in this winter, it's not snowing but raining heavily.

But they didn't delay at all and ran very fast.

Su Wanwan did not follow them, but she was also moved when she saw their backs walking away in the rain.

When the villagers heard about this, they didn't say a word. Some of the strong men in the families even came out to help without anyone refusing.

This is Daliushu Village, the village she likes, a village where people are united and help each other.

Su Wanwan did not go home, but stayed in the workshop and went to the cafeteria.

Make ginger soup with my aunt and prepare some meals.

The weather is too cold, and they are most afraid of catching a cold after being caught in the rain.

Shen Yuan and his men ran for a long time before reaching the destination, and indeed, they saw many people trapped there.

Mr. Song was even more miserable. His arm was broken and he sat on a big rock, covering his arm with his hands. A servant was standing beside him, holding an umbrella for him.

Everyone else was pushing the cart desperately.

Mr. Song felt that he didn't know whether he was lucky or unlucky on this trip.

It was bad luck for him, as he encountered bandits, but he also met Shen Yuan who came to suppress the bandits and rescued him, so there was no loss of tea at all.

He said he was lucky and came to thank his benefactor, but the carriage overturned and the benefactor had to come to rescue him in the rain.

Fortunately, there is no cargo on this truck, otherwise it would all be parked here.

It was raining heavily and everyone was in despair when they suddenly saw a group of people rushing towards them from the front.

Mr. Song noticed Shen Yuan with his sharp eyes.

"Brother Shen......."

He stood up excitedly.

Seeing this, Shen Yuan immediately asked people to help. He just nodded to Mr. Song and joined the action.

Dozens of people worked together to push the cars out one by one.

They fell into the ravine. Shen Yuan brought a thick rope with him. Several people went down first and lifted and pulled the rope.

The villagers were exhausted and panting, but no one complained of being tired.

Each one of them was made into a little clay figure.

As Mr. Song watched this scene, he could tell that those were all villagers, dressed simply.

A caravan brought several carts of oranges from the south, and they fell all over the ground.

But the villagers just helped them pick up and load the things onto the trucks; no one was seen hiding anything secretly.

After traveling all over the country for so many years, Mr. Song felt that Tongxu County was the county with the most simple folk customs he had ever seen.

And these villagers were the best and kindest people he had ever met.