By the village well, there was an old tree, under which several stools were placed all year round. Qin Yao casually found an empty one to sit on, picked up her homemade wooden board work book and pen, and began interviewing one by one.
All three of Liu Bai's brothers came, and there were still dozens of acres of land at home that hadn't been harvested. Mrs. Zhang said that even if they had to pay to hire day laborers to help with the harvest, they couldn't miss this opportunity.
Stone quarrying paid twelve cents, grinding paid ten cents, and counting breakfast and lunch, it couldn't compare to Qin Yao's previous four hundred cents job for all three of them, but long-term stability and a ten-day, eight-day stint were totally different matters.
As for harvesting rice at home, hiring a day laborer, providing lunch, plus six or eight cents was enough, with some margin in between, it's a sure profit!
