Everyone Wants to Pamper the Peasant Girl

Widow Xu didn't really want to rest at first, she thought about cutting it all at once in the evening before moving down.

However, Fu's second shipment was urgent and had to stop.

She cut nearly a hundred of them, ran several times, and slipped very fast.

Others carry ten and ten, but she directly carries twenty.

One of the most in the audience.

Xu Widow, it's better not to chop too fast and pay more attention to the quality, or you will be working in vain later.

The old horse, the mule driver who has a crush on you, is trying to compete with you in speed, and Fu Lao Er checks out that he failed seven.

Then, without counting, he quit in a fit of anger, and asked Fu Laoer to count his wages for him. Someone reminded her not to focus on quantity and not quality.

Of course, there is still some sourness in the words.

This widow really wants money but not life!

There is no need to go home for dinner at noon.

Some people are jealous when they see Widow Xu's quick work.

Widow Xu is not worried at all, Don't worry, one of mine is fine.

It's better not to say it too early. The old horse also swore like this before, and he failed seven times.

She scanned to see the quality before chopping, so she wouldn't let herself do it for nothing.

So the old horse kept competing with her, and even said that he wanted to earn money to support her.

Isn't it good for her to chop bamboo to make money?

It's a joke that a big man can't work as well as him and wants to support her!

That's his own problem, none of my business.

Putting such a good job on the job, playing with your temper and quitting, you are so stupid.

This kind of person still wants to be nice to her, and it's better to count on himself than to count on him.

These smelly men, many widows have long recognized their grimaces.

Just say I support you at every turn.

In the end, I don't know who will support whom and who will serve whom!

Xu widows have a particularly high level of female self-awareness.

Xu Widow, ninety-eight, none of which are bad. It is the best one so far.

Fu's second child was also quite surprised. Unexpectedly, Widow Xu's speed was fast and the quality was also up to standard.

Most people have more or less one or two problems, but she has no problems at all.

It seems quite unreliable on weekdays, but I didn't expect my work to be so reliable.

real or fake?

Widow Xu, you are serious.

I thought she chopped so fast, she must have not looked carefully, her eyes are quite poisonous.

Nonsense, of course I want to play for real to earn money. Widow Xu clapped her hands, counted the number and she hurried up the mountain, I won't talk nonsense with you, I have to get another hundred in the evening, today I must have two hundred.

She is going to decide on a hundred cash today.

She now earns at least 100 Wen a day.

No, it feels too little, she will get up early tomorrow.

Strive to break records every day.

If you spend ten cents a day, you can save a lot in a month.

Thinking about this day is more and more hopeful.

The first batch of goods was cleared to the end, and there were a thousand of them, an astonishing record.

Come over again in the evening to transport it, and the 2,000 will definitely be able to make up today.

As soon as Fu's second son came down the mountain, he happened to meet Fu's boss who was taking Fang Dading up the mountain. Obviously, he also wanted to go up the mountain to work.

Brother.

Second brother.

Second Uncle, I don't want to chop bamboo, so give me an easy job. As soon as Fang Dading saw Fu's second son, he cheekily asked for light work.

Fang Dading, who do you think you are? Shameless! Boss Fu didn't like his natural tone, no one owed him. Second brother, leave him alone.

People like him should go up the mountain to train.

Second uncle, how can I say that I am also your own nephew, do you have the heart to let me suffer? How can you say that the reason why you can facilitate this business this time is mainly because of his father's relationship.

Anyway, you have to arrange an easy job for me for his sake. I don't ask much, just twenty taels of silver a month will do.

Fang Dading opened his mouth loudly, thinking that Fu's second child has a lot of credit for his father today, plus various moral kidnappings.

Fu's second smacked his lips, this nephew really doesn't give birth at all.

That's all there is to say.

He only earns as much as he can survive a month.

Boss Fu snapped it straight, Second boy, don't listen to this bastard's nonsense. Leave him alone, I'll send him to work in the mountains right away.

Fu's second son also felt that this nephew should really be educated.

It has been so long and has been doing nothing. It's not good to have high eyes and low hands.

Brother, come down after you go up the mountain, and deliver the goods with me. Then help me refer to whether it is better to buy an ox cart or a horse cart. I plan to buy two carts, so that it will be more convenient for us to transport goods in the future.

Okay, no problem. Fu Dacai felt that it was necessary to buy a few cars to transport the goods, which was much more convenient. of

Father, why don't you let me deliver the goods?

When he heard about the delivery, Fang Dading felt that it was much easier than going up the mountain to cut bamboo, and he could go to the town to enjoy himself, but he hadn't started to change his ways to be lazy.

Don't say that Fu's second son is worried, and Fu's boss is even more worried. He knows exactly what kind of ghost this son is now.

That's what someone else told me, and there must be no mistakes.

You'd better go up to the mountain to chop bamboo honestly, and just deliver it to me and your second uncle.

Sending Fang Dading to the door, the mountain is surrounded by weeds, flying mosquitoes and pests, and he feels uncomfortable anywhere as soon as he goes up.

Father, my whole body is itchy, I don't want to stay here any longer.

What kind of broken place is this? Something bit him.

Aren't you a man? You complained before you even started working. Fu Dacai said angrily. It's still time to work.

Walking on the muddy mountain road, Fang Dading slipped and fell to the ground, his body was covered in mud.

Father, I quit, I quit.

To earn a little money and have to walk this path every day, it's terrible.

This is life. You are used to opening your mouth and stretching out your hands when you come to dinner. You don't know how hard it is for others to earn money.

Fu Dacai pointed to the people working there, Go and have a look over there, women, old people, and children are all more capable than you, you should be ashamed!

Fang Dading glanced over, most of them were women.

I have a terrible headache!

No, Dad, you tell me to go there, and I won't be laughed at by then.

They are all three-eight, and these three-eight mouths are the most broken.

I can't keep my mouth open all day.

You think that everyone doesn't need to support their families to earn money like you, and it's too late for everyone to earn money, so there's no time to care who you are. Don't put your face on yourself.

Fu Dacai was not angry.

When Fang Dading was brought to the scene, the villagers who chopped bamboo just glanced at it, and then went back to work.

With Xu Widow taking the lead in sprinting, everyone will be as excited as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, and they will not say a word, afraid of wasting time.

I don't know if I cut it like this, but I have to choose good quality.

Fu Dacai demonstrated to him that the bamboo would lie down with one knife.

Fang Dading nodded perfunctorily.

Fu Dacai asked him to chop off two to show him whether they were qualified.

Fang Dading slashed a few times feebly, not even moving the bamboo.

You didn't eat, did you!

Father, I only have sweet potato porridge for lunch, and I don't have any meat. How can I have any strength?