Chapter 117: Better to Rely on Oneself than Others

The experience was such a miserable one, and they really didn't get any benefit, but now that the question was asked, how should they answer?

Sun Yanyan had to squeeze out a miserable, smudged face: "It's all my fault. As soon as Tan Tan said there were locust flowers on the back mountain, I couldn't resist the temptation..."

Then she looked at Song Tan resentfully, implying: "Tan Tan, you raise such a dangerous dog on the back mountain, why didn't you say so?"

Her eyeliner was smudged, and the mascara also left spotted traces below. The foundation on her face was washed away by sweat and tears, and because of her heroic battle with Da Bai, she was limping when she walked.

Now that she was in such difficulty, she still wanted to play tricks. Song Tan really couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Pfft—cough, Sister-in-law, my family has five big dogs watching the mountain, everyone in the village knows it. I didn't expect that even though I said Qiao Qiao would go hook locust flowers in the afternoon, you couldn't even wait for the time of a meal..."

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

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

What a fatal sentence!

Sun Yanyan instantly pressed her face in horror, and then limped and flew down the mountain into the courtyard.

Song Tan watched from behind and asked Song Dafang, whose face was dark: "Eldest Uncle, I think Sister-in-law should be fine, she's so spirited."

What could the Eldest Uncle say?

He just felt ashamed.

Because of this farce, both the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law felt ashamed during lunch. Fortunately, because the food tasted good enough, although this farce left a mark in everyone's heart, it didn't affect their mood and appetite.

So the large table full of dishes in large basins was eaten clean.

Sun Yanyan and Mao Li hesitated for a while, and only one chive box was left in their hands.

The extremely delicious purple vetch from last time wasn't snatched, but the lettuce tasted in their mouths was indeed a big gap from the taste of the purple vetch.

Then taste these chive boxes—

Mmm!

Delicious!!!

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law's eyes lit up.

After finally waiting for the group of people to finish eating, Sun Yanyan wanted to ask where the chive field was, but didn't expect the Aunt, who didn't see them as outsiders, to have already picked up the basket and said to Wang Lifen:

"Mom, I'll take a bit more of that lettuce, and I'll take some garlic sprouts too."

Good heavens, is this a competitor?

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law didn't dare to delay, and hurriedly carried the basket and followed behind without a word.

The Eldest Uncle couldn't bear to look—you go to tidy up vegetables, why do you have to carry such a large plastic crate, taking advantage without end, afraid that people will forget it?

Just go back to the city.

But thinking of the taste of the lunch, plus the embarrassment had already been lost—fine, let's just break the jar.

He thought numbly.

Besides, because they came back specifically, the meal was eaten early, and it was only just twelve o'clock now.

If they were in a hurry to go back now, like punching a card to do a task, it would be too inappropriate.

Just as he was pondering, a burst of laughter came from the entrance.

Everyone stopped, only to see four women of about the same age walking towards them. Each of them was carrying a bamboo basket.

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

"Oh my, Wu Lan, are you afraid we'll eat the food at home? You just came back, and you've already finished eating."

Wang Lifen, who was washing the basin in front of the water pool on the side, thought:

Can't we eat early?

Eat early and leave early, it doesn't delay her from starting work and earning money. She was delayed for half a day today, and she can go to the tea mountain to fight for fifty yuan in the afternoon.

Wu Lan also hurriedly welcomed them with a smile:

"That's right. If I have to provide meals after paying you such a high price, then I've been working for you for nothing this season."

"What high price? What high price?"

One of them was unhappy: "We used to hire tea pickers for two or three hundred a day in previous years. People calculate by weight, more work, more pay. You calculate by day, and we still pick four or five jin for you every day, be content."

Wu Lan also smiled: "Tea was expensive in previous years, and the tea pickers were from out of town. Are you?"

"My tea grows so well, did you pick so much when you picked tea for your own family in previous years?"

"Besides, asking for two or three hundred a day, then why would I be so stupid as to pay you wages? I'll just do it myself."

They were all people who chatted and communicated in the past, and they spoke very casually now.

Wu Lan familiarly took out a scale, poured the fresh buds into plastic bags one by one, hung the hook, put the scale weight, and gave the weight with high efficiency: "Two jin seven liang."

The next one was hung up, also two jin seven liang.

Everyone laughed: "Wu Lan, I think we might really have been long-term laborers for your family in our past lives, calculating by day, and still picking tea for you so hard."

Wu Lan also smiled: "If you were long-term laborers for my family, I would have driven you out to work when the rooster crowed!"

Everyone laughed and had fun. The Eldest Uncle looked at them coldly after recording the accounts and leaving, and then asked: "Is your family still picking tea this year?"

Wu Lan's smile remained unchanged: "Yes, it's all Tan Tan. This child came back and just tossed us old folks around. Have to tidy up chestnuts, pick tea, and plant rice."

"Insisting that the outside ones aren't good..."

The Eldest Uncle wanted to ask: You're picking tea yourself, why does it seem like you're still drinking last year's old tea at noon?

But because of Mao Li and Sun Yanyan's affairs, he couldn't bring himself to ask.

Mao Li, who was at the entrance with a basket, smiled upon hearing this: "Oh, young people are energetic. Local tea isn't worth much, is what you earn enough to hire workers?"

Wu Lan smiled: "It's okay, this tea tastes good, and it sells for more than previous years, so I can earn a little."

Then she quickly countered: "Sister-in-law, I see your tea mountain is growing quite well this year. Why don't you hire a few people to help pick tea for a day, and I'll stir-fry it for you while I'm at it?"

Logically, since their family is picking tea, it wouldn't be a problem to give relatives and friends a jin or half a jin, regardless of quality.

But first, this year's tea is really too expensive.

Second, Wu Lan doesn't like this mother-in-law and daughter-in-law.

Furthermore, Song Dafang's family has about fifty acres of mountains and fields, twice as much as their own. He abandoned it and didn't care, why should she give it to him?

Humph!

How else to say that money is a person's courage?

Wu Lan used to feel that with Qiao Qiao's condition, she had to maintain a relationship with her brother and sister, and she swallowed the heartbreaking words in the past.

Sometimes she understood, but she still held a glimmer of hope.

Now...

She looked coldly at Mao Li and Sun Yanyan's attitude after her family made money, and then looked at this Eldest Uncle who didn't care about anything and looked like a good person, but she understood in her heart:

Better to rely on oneself than others.

------------------ Author's Note ------------------

Today, daytime, definitely!

It's the end of the month, moon tickets, come on! If the upper limit is reached, have you rich gentlemen considered increasing your title capacity to continue voting 【hehehe】

Thank you everyone!

Today I'll try to write the update for Lu Xiaowen who guessed the bumblebee!

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