"How many workers are you looking for? How much are you offering?" Uncle Delin asked.
"About ten to start with. I'll offer 2,000 each for now." Chen Mo thought it over and decided on that amount. It was about the going rate around his hometown—at most 3,000, and as low as around 1,500.
Uncle Delin nodded, fairly approving of the wage.
"Uncle Delin, it's farming in the end. You've got to find me people who are steady and willing to work. If I can't keep them in line, that'll be trouble too!" Chen Mo said with a smile.
"You brat, do you think I need you to tell me that? I'll take it into account myself!" Who was Uncle Delin? He was an old hand in the Martial World, someone who had eaten more salt than Chen Mo had eaten rice. Naturally, he understood the meaning behind Chen Mo's words. But he also understood Chen Mo's concerns. Er Wa was trying to build something for himself; he couldn't exactly hire some old master and wait on him. Besides, if they were all relatives, it would be hard to say anything when problems arose, and no one would look good.
"How about this? I'll think it over carefully tonight. Come find me tomorrow morning, and we'll discuss it some more," Uncle Delin said. Since Chen Mo had put it that way, Delin had to give it proper thought. Otherwise, he would be the one losing face. Once he got home, he would need to consider who was suitable—excluding his own relatives, while also considering people from the village.
Chen Mo had not expected it to be settled today anyway, so tomorrow was fine. After chatting for a few more moments, he was about to leave when Uncle Delin stopped him.
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