Chapter 117 117 It Is Better to Rely on Yourself than on Others

Chapter 117 117. It is better to rely on yourself than on others

It was such a miserable experience, and they really didn't take any advantage, but now that the question has been asked, how should they answer?

Sun Yanyan had to squeeze out a miserable face: "It's all my fault. When Tan Tan said there were locust flowers in the back mountain, I couldn't help but be greedy..."

Then she looked at Song Tan with resentment, and said meaningfully: "Tan Tan, you have such a dangerous dog in the back mountain, why didn't you say it?"

Her eyeliner was smudged, and the mascara also left spots underneath. The foundation on her face was mottled by sweat and tears. Because of the heroic fight with Dabai, she walked with a limp.

Now it's so difficult, and she still has to be cunning. Song Tan really couldn't help laughing: "Puff-cough, sister-in-law, I have five big dogs watching the mountain at home. Everyone in the village knows it. I didn't expect that I told Qiao Qiao to pick locust flowers in the afternoon, but you couldn't even wait for a meal..."

She was too lazy to argue anymore, so many people were waiting for dinner.

"Sister-in-law, your eyeliner is smudged, let's go back and wash our faces."

What a fatal sentence!

I saw Sun Yanyan holding her face in fear, and then limping down the mountain and into the yard.

Song Tan watched from behind and asked Song Dafang, who was looking gloomy, "Uncle, I think sister-in-law should be fine, so energetic."

What could uncle say?

He just felt ashamed.

Because of this farce, both the mother-in-law and the daughter-in-law felt ashamed at lunch. Fortunately, the food tasted good enough, and although their farce left a mark in everyone's mind, it did not affect their mood and appetite.

So the big pot of food on the table was eaten up.

Sun Yanyan and Mao Li were so embarrassed that they only had a leek box in their hands.

Last time, the extremely delicious Chinese purple clover was not grabbed, but the lettuce was eaten, and the taste was indeed far worse than that of Chinese purple clover.

Try this chive dumpling again——

Wow!

Delicious!!!

The eyes of the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were bright.

After waiting for a group of people to finish their meal, Sun Yanyan wanted to ask where the chive field was, but she didn't expect that the unreserved aunt had already picked up the basket and said to Wang Lifen:

"Mom, I'll get more of your lettuce, and I'll take more garlic sprouts."

Good guy, is this a competitor?

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law didn't dare to delay, and quickly picked up the basket and followed behind silently.

Uncle Song couldn't bear to watch it——You go to pick up the vegetables, why do you have to carry such a big plastic basket, you are taking advantage of others, are you afraid that they will forget it?

Just go back to the city.

But when I think of the taste of the lunch, plus the embarrassment I have already lost——forget it, let's just break the pot.

He thought numbly.

Besides, because they came back on purpose, they had lunch early, and it was only twelve o'clock now.

If we rush back at this time, it would be too unreasonable to do it like clocking in to complete a task.

Just as I was thinking about it, I heard a burst of laughter coming from the door.

Everyone stopped and saw four women of similar age coming towards us. Each of them carried a bamboo basket.

Seeing so many people at Song Tan’s door, everyone was stunned for a moment, and then reacted:

"Oh, Wulan, are you afraid that we will eat the food at home? We just came back and you have finished eating."

Wang Lifen, who was washing basins in front of the sink, thought to herself:

Shouldn’t I eat early?

Eat early and leave early, so as not to delay her from working and making money. She was delayed for half a day today, and she can still go to the tea mountain to fight for 50 yuan in the afternoon.

Wulan also came out with a smile:

"That's right. If you are offering such a high price and also providing meals, then I will just be working for you this season."

"What high price? What high price?"

One of them was unhappy: "In previous years, we hired tea pickers to come and pay two or three hundred a day. They pay by kilograms, and the more they work, the more they get. You pay by the day, and we can pick four or five kilograms for you every day, so be content."

Wulan also laughed: "In previous years, tea was expensive, and the tea pickers were from other places, are you?"

"My tea is so good, you didn't pick so much tea for your family in previous years, right?"

"Besides, it's two or three hundred a day, so why should I be so upset to pay you wages? I can do it myself."

They used to chat and communicate together, and now they talk casually.

Wulan took out a scale with familiarity, poured the fresh buds into the plastic bag one by one, hung the hook, put the weight, and gave the weight very efficiently: "2 jin 7 liang."

The next one was hung up, and it was also 2 jin 7 liang.

Everyone laughed: "Wulan, I think we were farmhands for your family in our previous life, and we worked so hard to pick tea for you."

Wulan also laughed: "If you were my farmhand, I would drive you out to work as soon as the rooster crowed!"

Everyone laughed and laughed, and Uncle Song watched them leave after recording the accounts, and then asked: "Are you still picking tea this year?"

Wulan smiled: "Yes, it's Tantan. This kid came back and made us old guys suffer. We have to pick chestnuts, pick tea leaves, and grow rice."

"You must say that the outsiders are not good..."

Uncle Song wanted to ask: My family picked tea leaves, why did we drink last year's old tea at noon?

But because of the matter between Mao Li and Sun Yanyan, he just couldn't speak.

Mao Li was holding a basket at the door. Hearing this, she smiled and said, "Oh, young people are still energetic. Our local tea is not worth much. Is your income enough to hire workers?"

Wu Lan laughed and said, "It's okay. This tea tastes good and sells more expensive than in previous years. I can make some money."

Then he quickly turned the tables and said, "Sister-in-law, I think your tea mountain is growing well this year. Why don't you hire a few people to help pick tea for a day, and I will stir-fry it for you?"

It stands to reason that their family picked tea leaves, regardless of the quality, and it would not be a problem to give relatives and friends a pound or a half pound of tea.

But firstly, the tea this year is too expensive.

Secondly, Wu Lan didn't like the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law.

What's more, Uncle Song's family has almost 50 acres of land, including mountains and fields, which is twice as much as his own family. He just abandoned it and didn't care about it. Why should he give it to him?

Humph!

Otherwise, why do people say that money is courage?

In the past, Wulan felt that Qiao Qiao had to have a personal relationship with her brother and sister, so she had to swallow the bitter words that hurt her before.

Sometimes she knew it in her heart, but she still held a glimmer of hope.

Now...

She looked coldly at the attitudes of Mao Li and Sun Yanyan after her family made money, and then looked at Uncle Song who didn't care about anything and looked like a good person, but she knew in her heart:

It's better to rely on yourself than to rely on others.

Today, during the day, definitely!

It's the end of the month, and there are too many monthly votes! If the upper limit is reached, have the rich gentlemen considered upgrading the title and expanding the capacity to continue voting [hehehe]

Thank you everyone!

Today I will try to write the extra chapter of Lu Xiaowen who guessed the bumblebee!