Ultimate Village Doctor

Chapter 40: 40: Generous Long Xiaoshan

Chapter Forty

"Village Chief, something's wrong," Long Fakui received a call from Ergou.

He was rolling in the sheets with his mistress in the county when he heard Ergou's words and immediately got up from the bed.

"You're saying, that kid is recruiting laborers in the village, and he wants to set up a farm? Everyone's gone to work on the land he contracted?" Long Fakui said.

"Yes, the kid offers fifty yuan a day. I heard the Lily Hotel from the county is investing in him," Ergou replied.

"Damn it."

Long Fakui cursed, "This reformed criminal has hit the jackpot, why would the Lily Hotel invest in him, are they blind?"

This was the most infuriating. Originally, he thought the kid was just a destitute peasant who would be at his beck and call in the village; Long Fakui was the local tyrant of Longyang Village. But now, this little peasant had spoiled his plans and even connected with the big hotel in the county. This was like rebellion.

If he had known that the mountain land he contracted was to be invested in by the county's big hotel, he would never have leased it for just ninety thousand yuan.

He would have definitely extorted a hefty sum from him, but the contract was already signed,

He didn't dare to just tear up the contract.

After all, the kid had the Lily Hotel backing him.

Moreover, with this kid hiring people in the village and offering high wages, if the villagers had money, how could they still be at his command?

He had his way with the village's young ladies and married women because he held the purse strings.

Long Fakui was very gloomy, but for now, he genuinely had no way to deal with Long Xiaoshan; he could only wait for an opportunity.

Over there,

Long Xiaoshan didn't care about the fifty yuan a day, he hired everyone who signed up in the village. Some were elderly, in their sixties or seventies, and it didn't make sense to hire them from a business standpoint, as they were old and not good for physical labor.

But Long Xiaoshan's primary goal was to benefit the villagers while accumulating merit, not minding these small expenses.

He assigned the elderly to lighter tasks.

So he hadn't cared about whether or not it was a loss; he hired them all first and would deal with the rest later.

Still, he was not entirely charitable. He made it clear in advance that anyone who was lazy would have to leave, no excuses allowed.

No one opposed this condition.

The villagers were relatively simple folks. With such high wages, if someone still slacked off, the entire village would despise them.

"Little Xiaoshan, thank you," Chun Tao's voice was soft, like the meow of a cat.

As Long Xiaoshan walked away, he paused, turned back, and whispered, "Next time, don't wear such light-colored clothes to work in, they're see-through."

After he quickly moved on, Chun Tao looked down at her attire and her face turned a fiery red. Hurrying to squat down, she reminded herself that it was July; working on the mountain meant breaking into a sweat, and once light-colored clothes were wet, they clung to the body revealing everything beneath.

No wonder the working men in the village kept glancing her way.

Having had a full meal, the villagers worked with even more vigor in the afternoon.

In one day's time, Xishan had changed completely; all the weeds and such were cleared away.

Long Xiaoshan was quite generous. He let them off work at four o'clock in the afternoon, telling them that working eight hours a day was consistent with national labor standards.

At Shieyan Beach,

a table was set up with thick stacks of money on it. Long Xiaoshan personally handed out the money. The off-duty farmers each gathered around the table, eyes burning with desire for the money in Long Xiaoshan's hands.

"Uncles, aunts, line up one by one, no pushing, no chaos, you won't miss out," Long Xiaoshan called out.

He had his parents maintain order, and every person who had worked received a crisp fifty yuan note.

Looking at Long Xiaoshan, they were filled with gratitude.

After everyone was paid, a total of more than six thousand yuan was distributed.

Once the villagers had dispersed, happy and content,

He Xiangyue said with concern, "Little Xiaoshan, spending money like this, no matter how much you have, it won't last. The day's wages alone are so much, not to mention all the flour and pork."

"Yeah, Xiaoshan, this day alone must have cost nearly ten thousand yuan," Long Dashan said, drawing in a breath.

Having come from a farmer's background and fearful of poverty, seeing Long Xiaoshan spend money like pouring water made them very anxious.

"Mom, don't worry about it too much, it's not that expensive. Besides, the rice and flour were sponsored by the Lily Hotel. It's all hard labor; only when they're well-fed will they have the strength to work hard and not slack off. Ultimately, it benefits me," Long Xiaoshan said with a smile.

"Oh, I was just saying. You've been educated, I don't know about these things," He Xiangyue said.

Long Xiaoshan chuckled.

He wasn't afraid to spend money.

Though he might spend close to ten thousand yuan a day, the Lily Hotel had ten million yuan coming in, so money was not a concern for the moment.

Moreover, accumulating merit was the most important thing. He hadn't been wrong: today, indeed, some silver lights of merit had been absorbed. It seemed that not only treating the sick and saving lives could earn merit; helping villagers escape poverty and become prosperous was also a meritorious deed. Although it was very little now, just flecks here and there, time would accumulate them into a significant amount.