PS: The symptoms are getting worse a little more...... I'll try to update it tomorrow morning, forgive me

"I'm sorry you helped us fix the waterwheel, but we don't have anything decent to reward you. The son and daughter-in-law of the family went to work in the factory in the city. ”

Dusting off the ashes from her apron, the tavern hostess sighed with menopausal melancholy and the sorrow of life.

"There are still a few days left before the factory pays us to our families, and now we don't have much left to do it, whether it's V.E. Mark, Eju, or River. ”

There were only two guests in the empty tavern.

Cowering in the corner of the table by the window, the little guest of no gender, wrapped in a black cloak, was looking out the window. There was neither an order nor a call for water and wine. At the bar sat a young man in a reddish-brown cloak, known as Shapro, with a long, pointed hood that hung down to the back of his head. Clowns, traveling entertainers, and bards all love this style. It's just that nowadays, everyone likes to go to theaters run by big companies to see the ever-changing repertoire, and the old-fashioned traditional stories and artists are in a state of neglect, and gradually, the Chapro cloak has become rarer.

The proprietress is talking to the teenager in front of her, and while he nods his head, he struggles with the sticky dough porridge in front of him, and the way he focuses on struggling with the mushy object makes people mistakenly think that he is enjoying the pleasure on the tip of his tongue.

The proprietress looked at the young man happily and apologetically, and continued to say:

"Not only my family, but also the young people in the village have gone to work in the textile factories in the city. There are not even younger women left. There are only elderly people and children in custody in the village. There wasn't enough money to hire hired workers to take care of the crops and dredge the ditches, and there was really no way to figure out the old waterwheel with the few people left, but now that we could at least consider applying for the land to be placed in the name of V.E. ”

The so-called entrustment is not a tenant who surrenders the title deed in the traditional sense and then becomes a tenant of the lord of the manor or a noble lord, but an act that is close to a lease.

The land that cannot be cared for is leased to the V.E company, which will send professionals to manage and care for it with state-of-the-art equipment, and the resulting crop will be used as rent for the farmer, or the corresponding price will be paid directly in cash - that is, the V.E mark notes in red 100 and green 50 denominations.

For a remote village like Chagu Village, which lacks a young and strong labor force and whose land and villages are not far away, there is an irresistible temptation to consider cooperating with that well-known company.

In fact, the left-behind villagers are also well aware that this kind of agreement is not the best option. Another option in the village of Chagu is to participate in the collective farms of the V.E company, which provides seeds and steam tractors, seeders and harvesters powered by mana, and the division of crops can also be increased from 28 to 37 to 46.

The premise is that there are enough young and middle-aged workers in the village.

In villages with only the elderly and children, the villagers have no choice but to settle for the next best thing, but fortunately there is still a little traditional dyeing and lace weaving skills left in this village, and these handicrafts are exported to other villages, plus the income from renting out the fields, and the wages that the daughters and daughters-in-law send back from the city on time every month. Compared with other left-behind villages, Chagu Village has a better life.

"Dyeing cloth?"

The boy burped and looked out the window with an incredulous gaze. In front of the window, a group of children of different ages are passing by with large and small baskets.

After careful identification, you can see that the basket is full of plants, aspen, asbest, gorse, carvacillus and other ancient dye raw materials that have been passed down for thousands of years. Around the steaming cauldron, the old people are picking and cleaning the walnut bark. (To be continued.) )