Editor: Henyee Translations
However, He Shanchuanâs request was not too much.
Chen Liang had already settled the only difficult matter. Next, he could start building the road.
The next day, Chen Liang banged on the gong and drum, gathering everyone in the village to the grain-sunning field.
He stood on the steps and faced the curious and confused gazes of the villagers. He coughed lightly and said, âIâve gathered everyone here today to announce something.â
âWhatâs the matter? Itâs so early in the morning. Iâm freezing to death.â
Chen Liang glared at that person and said, âOf course itâs a good thing. If youâre unwilling, go back and warm yourself up.â
âI was just joking. Uncle, donât mind me.â That person quickly changed his face. When he heard that it was a good thing, he immediately became excited and did not feel cold anymore. He urged him, âWhat good thing? Uncle, quickly tell me.â
Everyone quickly let him speak. Moreover, they realized that not only was Chen Liang, the village chief, present, but even the Sixth Grandfather and the other elders were present.
This was strange. What kind of good thing was it that even they, who usually did not like to go out, were here?
Chen Liang looked around and said loudly, âOur village is going to build a road.â
âWhat, build a road?â
The audience instantly buzzed and started whispering to each other.
Someone could not help but ask, âVillage Chief, whatâs going on with this road construction? Is the government doing it for our village? Whoâs paying?â
âThatâs right. Do we have to send one person to work from each family? Is there any salary?â
âI wonât go without a salary. We have a lot of work to do.â
Everyone had different thoughts. In this day and age, when it came to building bridges, roads, and dams, the first thing they thought of was forced labor.
The late emperor was muddle-headed and tyrannical. The people who suffered were the commoners.
The current county magistrate was not bad, but the previous county magistrate was not a good person. Many people in their village died from exhaustion during forced labor.
Therefore, everyone was very resistant to building roads.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Chen Liang saw that the villagersâ thoughts were all crooked and hurriedly said, âEveryone, calm down first. This road is not ordered by the government. Itâs the Gu familyâs benevolence. They paid to build a road for our village.â
The grain-sunning field was indeed silent. Everyone looked at Gu Yundong, who was standing not far from the village chief, in disbelief.
The Gu family⦠was going to pay for it?
Everyoneâs eyes lit up. Since the Gu family was paying, it was definitely not forced labor.
Aiyo, wasnât that a good thing?
Someone asked anxiously, âGu girl, how do we build this road? Can we build it at our door? Let me tell you, the road outside our house is full of potholes. When it rains, if we step on it, half of our shoes will sink in.â
Gu Yundong glanced at that person. Oh, wasnât she the auntie who said that Gu Yundongâs carriages passed by their house to poop and pee? You really have the cheek to say that.
However, before she could say anything, someone immediately replied, âWhatâs there to build at your door? Didnât you hear what the village chief said? Weâre going to build a wide road. The path in front of your place is so narrow. How can it be considered a road? Unless your house is torn down.â
âWhy not? Our familyâs path can still allow the carriage to pass. The Gu familyâs girlâs carriage often passes by our door. Our familyâs road is the main road of the village. It has to be done.â
As she spoke, she became a little smug.
âGu girl, since youâre so generous and benevolent, why donât you tidy up the outer wall of our house while youâre building the road?â
Chen Liang frowned and regretted what he said just now.