The Great Bed of the Primordial World: I Kidnapped Nuwa to Modern Times for Farming
Chapter 39

Farmers Also Get Five Insurances and One Fund, Seeing the Mountain God of Later Generations

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"What kind of thing is barking like a dog? I'm raising the price, that's my money, am I eating your rice?"

Chen Xuan sneered at Chen Wang. This new village chief thought he could control others, but he didn't realize he was just a clown, a suicidal fool who had no self-awareness.

"Chen Xuan... you are deliberately raising the price, disrupting the labor market, and increasing labor costs. You are a social bad element, and we resolutely resist you..."

The new village chief, Chen Wang, was truly enraged this time. He started labeling Chen Xuan, saying that if others paid fifty yuan a day, it was normal. If Chen Xuan paid sixty yuan, it was the boss's kindness. Seventy yuan was great mercy and compassion...

But when you raise it to one hundred yuan, you are disrupting labor resources, driving up wages, causing social imbalance, and generating hatred.

"Yes... we have already invited the county magistrate to give us an explanation. You are arbitrarily raising wages, causing unrest among the people, and we resolutely resist..."

"That's right... Originally, my family could only afford to pay sixty yuan, which was manageable. The monthly cost was benchmarked against cities and rural areas. You raised it to one hundred yuan, which is even higher than working in the city. You are deliberately disrupting the labor market..."

"Chen Xuan... you are a scoundrel with no sense of responsibility to society. How are we small bosses supposed to live..."

"Oh my... my old man is eighty years old and has a lot of minor illnesses. We rely on growing vegetables in the countryside. With you doing this, how can our family live?"

"I can't live either... Why are you arbitrarily raising wages and forcing us to increase ours too? My family doesn't even have money to see a doctor when a family member is sick. I've been having cash flow problems lately, just let me die..."

A group of people were making a scene...

An old woman and an elderly lady lay down directly in front of Chen Xuan's house, shouting and crying, threatening to die, intending to live at his doorstep until they got an explanation.

At this moment, a middle-aged man in his fifties stepped out, pushed up his glasses, and was about to speak when he suddenly saw a familiar figure...

"Town Chief Ye... you're here too? Weren't you supposed to be receiving leaders from the city? Since you're here... how will this matter be handled?" He was the county magistrate, named Dong Tianhua. He looked at Ye Shuiyan with a righteous air, after all, a higher rank could crush a lower one.

Town Chief Ye Shuiyan had a general understanding of the situation and couldn't help but sigh. It was true that Chen Xuan had significantly increased the labor costs for many people, making it unaffordable for numerous bosses, thus leading to a labor shortage...

Some people in the village had started to become idle. Why should others receive one hundred yuan while they only got sixty? Naturally, they were dissatisfied...

Chen Wang's mouth curved upwards. This was the consequence of his own propaganda...

He had a group of bosses come to cause trouble...

A group of villagers were complaining bitterly...

"Chen Xuan... do you have a solution? This matter must be handled properly. Although I can suppress it, the negative impact will continue..." Ye Shuiyan stated her position.

Chen Xuan shook his head. This was a minor issue, just the work of petty people...

"If one hundred yuan has disrupted the market, then how about I raise it to one hundred and fifty?" Chen Xuan further increased the cost.

"Chen Xuan... don't think you can have everyone revolve around you just because you have some dirty money. The consequences of arbitrarily raising wages will lead to everyone despising you, and the village won't tolerate you..."

The new village chief, Chen Wang, berated him. The smile on his face couldn't be suppressed. This guy was courting death.

"You..." Ye Shuiyan was also stunned (*⊙~⊙).

"Chen Xuan..." County Magistrate Dong Tianhua was also furious. The consumption levels in different places vary. Disrupting the market is the act of a bad element.

"Alas... Chen Xuan, let me know if you need any help..." Zhou Yanhong was also speechless. He was so stubborn. Doing business is about harmony and prosperity.

"This is interesting..." Fuxi smiled, like someone watching a play.

"A dispute among later generations? As expected, people's hearts are not as they used to be, and everything is about human relationships..." Lady Nuwa wasn't watching TV either.

"Is this how people in later generations are? It's inexplicable, I feel a sense of sadness, a faint touch of heartache, what is going on?" Houtu, in her compassion, was radiating at this moment.

Chen Xuan took a deep breath and said, "That's right... I want to raise wages. For anyone who joins, there will be five insurances and one fund in the future. The normal wage will be seventy yuan, and the rest will be for social security contributions..."

In an instant, Chen Xuan's glorious image transformed from being despised by everyone to a shining giant...

"Good... I will fully support you in promoting this beneficial policy for the country and the people." Town Chief Ye Shuiyan immediately declared her stance.

"Good... As the county magistrate, I can be your workhorse." Dong Tianhua was also very excited.

"I didn't expect your awareness to be so high..." Zhou Yanhong was extremely surprised.

"This is the charisma of a big boss." Jiang Xian'er looked at him with adoration.

"Alright... my mom is almost done. Everyone get ready to eat. Those who are not involved, don't linger at my doorstep." Chen Xuan issued the eviction notice, naturally feeling no shame in asking them to leave.

Soon, a group of people returned. Chen Xuan, as the chef, prepared meals for forty to fifty people. This was the work of more than ten cooks, fortunately, there weren't too many dishes...

Most people were overjoyed to hear that their wages had increased again, but when they found out most of it was for social security, they were unwilling. It was only after Town Chief Ye Shuiyan explained clearly that they all became ecstatic...

They were excited that they, as farmers working in the fields, would have pensions like city dwellers in the future...

After eating their fill...

Chen Xuan, Zhou Yanhong, and Jiang Xian'er discussed the supply of agricultural products. Town Chief Ye Shuiyan came to supervise, and soon a plan was developed: most of it would be supplied to Junyue Grand Hotel for distribution...

A small portion would be sold in the county town...

The price was ten times that of similar products...

Half a day passed quickly, and the three women bid farewell one after another. Chen Xuan naturally saw them off. Regardless of anything else, these were a few of his female friends in the modern world...

"Chen Xuan... Sister Feng Xi, Sister Ping Xin... who exactly are they to you?" Zhou Yanhong couldn't help but ask.

"Heh heh... they are existences you can never look up to, including myself..." Chen Xuan smiled mysteriously.

"Hmph... how high can they be?" Jiang Xian'er was noncommittal.

"Fine... if you don't say, then don't." Ye Shuiyan smiled faintly, noncommittal. How high could they be? The political background behind her was something Chen Xuan could not imagine. Meeting a mayor was the limit, and a villager's status was at most that of a village chief.

A prince from the Beijing circle, standing above tens of thousands of people, such a noble political magnate, was an existence that ordinary people could never reach in their lifetime.

"Sigh... I'm still the son of the richest man, yet I have no presence. Oh well... if my brother succeeds, then I succeed too..." Zhang Dayong comforted himself.

"Brother..." Chen Xuan patted his shoulder and smiled.

During the following period...

Chen Xuan continued to invest. The hundred acres of land were planted and, with the blessing of spiritual energy, would become a thriving large farm within about a month...

Nuwa and Houtu completely became homebodies. After finishing Journey to the West, they watched Investiture of the Gods, along with many ancient mythology movies, and were deeply moved...

"The general trend is irreversible, but minor trends can be changed. Even Saints are powerless to turn the tide of the Primordial World Calamity. Sigh..." Nuwa felt a pang of sadness, a feeling that came after reading the materials.

"How can our Witch Clan escape?" Ancestral Witch Houtu sighed.

"Why don't we check out the nearby Mountain God Temples and see if there are any old gods around?" Chen Xuan suggested.

"That's a great idea." Fuxi's eyes lit up. Lately, few people had come to him for fortune-telling at his street stall, and he was considering changing his profession to a Feng Shui master.

"Let's go, let's go..." Lady Nuwa was impatient.

"I hope we can find some information," Houtu sighed.

Chen Xuan, Fuxi, Nuwa, and Houtu headed into the mountains, to a desolate place. He remembered a Mountain God Temple from his childhood, which had been abandoned for many years...

After about half an hour of walking, they reached a dilapidated Mountain God Temple, overgrown with weeds. Nearby, a large stone had been cleared, and a few incense sticks were lit, with a few villagers coming to pay their respects...

The statue of the Mountain God in the temple was tattered and its true appearance could not be discerned...

"Lady Nuwa... this is the Mountain God Temple. It's been abandoned for almost thirty years," Chen Xuan said without much expectation.

"Eh..." Nuwa glanced over and showed a hint of surprise. She flicked a finger, and a shadowy figure emerged, appearing ancient. It was the Mountain God.

"Greetings, High God..." The Mountain God's phantom was surprised to see a true god, especially one radiating golden light that shone through the heavens.

"Why are you so weak? Is it due to spiritual energy depletion, or the Age of Dharma's End?" Houtu asked gravely.

"Yes... and no. May I ask who the High Gods are?" the Mountain God asked cautiously.

"I am Houtu..."

"This Palace is Nuwa..."

"I am Fuxi..."

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