"Our boss made it clear that the planting season is starting immediately, and we will give priority to hiring from the local villagers," he said. "The compensation will definitely be better than before!"
"If you do a good job, you might even be hired as a long-term worker with a steady wage! We'll come over to recruit tomorrow, so those who are interested should prepare to sign up..."
Mary Powell's words ignited the villagers' enthusiasm, and they crowded around again, starting to ask about the details.
This time, they dropped the batons in their hands and put away their agricultural tools behind them, their faces eager and smiling, yet somewhat humble.
This reminded Mary of her childhood, when she would follow her father to negotiate the price of grain with the merchants.
Her heart couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness.
"Everyone, don't push," she said. "As long as you can work and aren't lazy, our boss has said he will hire everyone!"
