[Proficiency: 60 (rough), 251 (proficient)]

He Zhao checked his proficiency and nodded with satisfaction. He made up his mind to continue working hard tomorrow and try his best to get 500 points.

"Check the numbers!"

Right in front of the medicine field, the stewards of the medicine gang gathered together, and a member of the gang next to them shouted in agreement.

The surrounding subordinates immediately stepped forward after hearing the words and inspected the harvests of the old medicine people one by one.

"Changfu, eight baskets."

"Come forward and get the money."

A middle-aged man in his forties trotted out from the crowd and came to the stewards.

The bald man from before counted out two hundred coins from the basket containing money and handed it over. He took out another hundred coins and threw them into another basket.

"Thank you, Third Master."

Chang Fu nodded and bowed, holding two hundred coins in his arms, and left happily.

"?"

No, we agreed on three hundred coins, why only two hundred coins?

A man in his thirties next to him seemed to have seen the doubts in the famous ruthless man's eyes, and said with a wry smile.

"The stewards are allowed to take a commission, and each person will take a hundred cents."

"Who is Manager Xu?"

The bald man does not look like an arrogant and domineering man who beats people frequently.

"He didn't come. He showed up a few days ago and left someone to collect money for him. It is said that his sister is the concubine of the deputy leader of the Medicine Gang and is used to being domineering.

Having said that, only taking one-third of the money is a bit unexpected. We are a bunch of mountain people who are very satisfied without taking more money."

Look, if you are oppressed and exploited severely, if the people above you suck a little less blood, the people below you will be grateful, as if I am grateful to the eighteen generations of your family's ancestors.

As for whether Manager Xu’s conscience found out?

Just kidding, how can such a person have a conscience?

It is estimated that the medicine gang is eager to harvest Hu Shancao, and the person named Xu obviously knows which is more important. If the commission is too harsh, the medicine people will be dissatisfied and will not come to work the next day, fearing that the other party will feel better.

Even if you are the leader of a gang, you cannot delay the entire gang from making money because of your own selfishness!

What's more, what about the brother-in-law who is just a gang leader?

"Master Zeng, seven baskets."

"No money!"

An old man in his fifties among the crowd left silently with his hunched body.

The bald man counted out three hundred coins and threw it into the basket for Steward Xu to draw his commission.

"I am old and my strength is weak. If I can pick 700 Hushan grasses in five hours, I can only say that my sword is not old." Previously, the confused medicine people looked at the old man's retreating back and sighed with emotion.

With shouts and shouts, hundreds of people came forward to collect money.

"Congratulations, twelve baskets."

"Come forward and wait a moment, how much?"

The gangsters who stood behind the bald man and called for money had expressions of astonishment on their faces.

This work lasted for five days, and all the herbalists picked exactly eight baskets every day, no more and no less.

After all, who is willing to work more for just three hundred coins?

For the first time, I met an honest person.

"Twelve baskets."

The gang members who inspected the harvest of the medicine farmers returned and looked at someone with a strange look, as if they were looking at a fool.

In this regard, the expression of He did not change.

Others may think he is stupid, but they don't understand his true purpose at all.

Does Tangtang Lang Mie look like a master who would work for three hundred coins?

Shit, gaining proficiency is the fundamental thing.

Maybe your drug gang made a profit, but I didn’t lose at all.

If he hadn't been a medicine man, he would have wanted to pay someone for food and live in the fields. All he had to do was say hello when picking medicine.

"What an honest boy!" The bald man laughed loudly, took out half a tael of silver from his arms, threw it to He Zhao, and said, "The extra money is a reward for your hard work. A bunch of old medicine

The people don’t have any sensible children yet. They work so hard, could it be possible that our medicine gang can still be stingy with money?”

"" Everyone around was silent. Why didn't the medicine people work hard? Manager Xu worked hard. Of course, I could only think about these words in my heart, and I didn't dare to say them.

Everyone in the gang doesn't know how small-minded Xu is. He would suffer a lot if he was caught gossiping behind others' backs.

"Let's go have a meal. Although there aren't many dishes, you'll be satisfied!"

A certain person was naturally delighted, but he never expected that he had planned to gain more proficiency. As a result, Baldhead not only failed to draw water, but was given an extra two hundred Wen and half a tael of silver.

"Thank you, steward."

He clasped his hands into fists, saluted, and then walked towards the open-air dining hall where the aroma of rice filled the air.

Under the astonished eyes of countless people, he made one hundred and fifty bowls of rice in one go.

The members of the medicine gang, the medicine people who had been tired for a long day, looked at him, revealing their doubts about whether you were the reincarnation of a loser.

One hundred and fifty bowls!

The open-air dining hall that serves food uses small porcelain bowls, one bowl can hold about two taels of rice.

After all, one meal produced thirty kilograms of corn.

God!

"belch"

After enjoying the meal and drinking a large ladle of cold water, He Zhao walked towards Qingshan Village with satisfaction.

“Not only can I do it, I can also eat it!”

Among the crowd of onlookers, someone said something, which was unanimously recognized by everyone.

Thirty kilograms of corn, based on current grain prices, costs more than half a tael of silver.

Going back and forth is equivalent to earning a tael of silver.

Uncle, they only got 200 coins, which was a full one-fifth difference. They could do as much as they did for five days. But the work was only less than twice as much as everyone else.

'Should I do more tomorrow?'

The next second, they thought that they seemed to have no appetite for food.

Helpless, they could only sigh.

After returning home smoothly, I lit the lamp.

Although it has been a tiring day, you must not slack off.

Doesn't being proficient mean proficiency?

When he got home, it was almost seven o'clock in the evening and around early morning, he closed the "Book of Herbal Medicine".

[Proficiency: 85 (rough), 251 (proficient)]

"The proficiency level has increased by 25 points to the rough level."

After saying that, he picked up the copper basin and prepared the medicinal solution.

"call"

He blew out the lights and fell into a deep sleep.

In the early morning, a ray of light came in through the window.

He stood up in a hazy state and put his hands into the basin.

"hiss"

He took a deep breath and suddenly woke up.

[Stone Splitting Hand: 30%]

When the liquid turns white and remains the same, open the window and pour out the residue.

"Clang!"

"Papa pa pa"

"Bang!"

Get rice, heat the stove, and cook.
To be continued...