Chapter 17 Pay Yourself a Salary
Those who are unwilling to leave are all potential customers.
Seeing this, Jiang Yipei said, "Since Xiaobai has said so, I have no objection. Let's not ask for twenty-five cents, just twenty cents per mu."
"Thank you, uncle!" Jiang Xiubai bowed and smiled.
"You're welcome." Jiang Yipei waved his hand and said to Jiang Yida, "Besides my Xiao Mian, only Xiao Bai can drive my harvester. I want to discuss with you whether I can ask Xiao Bai to drive my harvester. I'll pay him 100 coins a day."
"One hundred coins?" Jiang Yida glanced at Jiang Xiubai and asked, "Is such a high salary appropriate?"
"It's suitable, then it's settled." Jiang Yipei said.
This was the salary that Jiang Xiubai had insisted on.
The harvesters belong to others, so the money earned naturally belongs to them. They pay themselves wages, so any amount they pay is reasonable.
One hundred wen sounds like a lot, but in Jiang Xiubai's mind, it is equivalent to one hundred yuan. One hundred yuan a day barely meets the internship salary requirement of Jiang Xiubai, a prospective college student. Any less is not enough.
Even if Jiang Yipei said that all the money earned by the harvester would be given to him, would it make the same difference?
Moreover, Uncle Pei's tiger skin was used to rationalize the appearance of the harvester, and there will definitely be many such things that will be blamed on him in the future, so naturally he has to share the profits!
Furthermore, he did not save any private money in this ancient time, but money is something that one cannot do without, so naturally the more the better.
In modern times, he was a poor student. When he came to ancient times, he was lucky enough to get a golden finger. What's wrong with being a rich man?
The price is 20 wen per mu. Even if he works slowly, he can easily work 200 mu in an hour, which means 4 taels of silver. If he works eight hours a day, that's 32 taels!
He will give half to Uncle Pei, and the remaining half is his!
Although he has not received any orders except for his own family, Jiang Xiubai firmly believes that orders will come to him soon!
But when he thought of the natural disaster, he couldn't help but feel discouraged.
He climbed onto the harvester listlessly.
What else did Jiang Yida have to say? His silly son had already climbed into the car.
It wasn't a loss at all, as my son earned back the money that was about to be spent.
You don't have to do anything.
No, pass me a sack.
As for why Jiang Xiubai could drive a harvester, he attributed it to the fact that people with knowledge have better brains.
Watching Jiang Xiubai driving the harvester through Jiang Yipei's rice fields, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, with the five-meter-long cutting platform cutting a large area at a time, the tribesmen who were already interested immediately made an appointment with Jiang Yipei.
Old Master Jiang wore a straw hat and stood with his hands behind his back, "Ah Pei, after you finish harvesting yours and Ada's crops, it will be my turn, okay?"
"Of course I can." Jiang Yipei said with a smile, "I'll cut it for you tomorrow morning."
"Are you sure?" Old Master Jiang's cloudy eyes shone with a shrewd light. He didn't believe it. "Don't look at me as old, I'm not confused yet!"
"How could I deceive you?"
"Your family has more than 800 acres, Xiaoda's family has more than 80 acres, and we have less than 1,000 acres. You told me that we can harvest them all in half a day? Even if all of us in the village, young and old, go into battle, we may not be able to finish harvesting."
"You can take a look for yourself. My land is about two mu in size. Won't it be harvested in a short while?"
To be honest, if it weren't for the need to avoid disputes, the harvester would have driven all the way and gone much faster.
Old Master Jiang narrowed his eyes and looked at him, then suddenly stopped talking.
At this time, the interested relatives who were watching spoke up one after another:
"My house is next!"
"Then the next one is my home!"
"my home."
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