Chapter 173: The Hardship of the Stool Leg

Aunt Lianhua now, just wants to earn more money.

But with her mother-in-law's entanglement, she can't do anything else.

This spring, the old Song family frequently hired people, and she couldn't go, let alone how anxious she was.

Now Wu Lan came to her door and said, nothing else is needed, just wash pots and dishes and tidy up the stove three times a day—

Can this be called work?!

She is quick-handed, and can tidy it up well in half an hour. It doesn't delay her taking care of the elderly at home, and the food can be brought back. I don't know how much she can save in a year!

Besides, who in the village doesn't know that Wu Lan's family eats top-notch food now!

Aunt Lianhua agreed in one bite, and couldn't wait.

But her salary is not high.

For one, the work is not heavy, and for another, she has to be responsible for the two of them eating, so the two sides pushed back and forth, and the salary was set at one thousand yuan.

Don't look at this money, but for Aunt Lianhua, it is stable and always there.

In Aunt Lianhua's view, Wu Lan's family spent more than 100,000 to contract the mountain, can they give up halfway?

That must be going to keep doing it.

Therefore, she is one thousand and ten thousand willing in her heart. At this moment, she waved the spoon to stir the white rice porridge, and felt that her waist was full of strength!

However, from today on, there are twelve people who eat regularly at home.

Zhang Wang's family, who works on the back mountain, should actually come to eat at home, but because his wife passed away, he insisted on guarding the seven-seven forty-nine days at home, and during this period, he would not go to other people's doors.

Therefore, it was set that he would come to eat at home after a while.

Great-Uncle Seven pondered: if he continues to engage in this scale, he doesn't know how many people he will save in the second half of the year?

Maybe he has to ask for another side dish, and he only needs to be responsible for cooking.

Thinking about this, it seems that the future days are more beautiful and easier, so he is even more full of passion!

"Oh!"

He sighed and sat on the stool: "It's not busy suddenly now, I feel a bit embarrassed."

Song Sancheng also smiled: "Right, I don't know what to do when I'm free... Otherwise, I'll go fishing."

His eyes lingered on the fishing rod in the corner twice, but turned his head to see Wu Lan staring at himself.

"If you have time, why don't you go pick tea with me on the mountain."

Picking tea?

Song Sancheng instantly made a thoughtful look: "No, the grass in the field grows too fast, I'll go pull grass."

Song Tan couldn't laugh or cry: "Mom, really not to that extent, isn't there someone hired at home? Just rest at home for a while?"

Wu Lan was also very painful: "I think of the gold on the mountain, I don't go to dig it myself, and I have to hire someone to dig it, I feel uncomfortable in my heart, sitting there like a needle."

Grandma also nodded: "That is. How tiring can picking tea be? Grandma has strength, don't stop us from working, people are old, if they don't work, their bodies will collapse."

How tiring can picking tea be?

Standing all day in the wind and sun, sometimes half-bending over... It's very tiring, Grandma, wake up!

But Wang Lifen didn't seem to want to wake up.

She earns money with relish.

Song Tan:...

Just, actually the family is really not that busy, it's free now!

Really free!

Except for Qiao Qiao.

Who told him to have Big Wang, Dabai, Big Bear, and seven treasures to coax? That is to say, things like rain and dew are not easy!

Today is still buns, pancakes, pickles and porridge in the morning, Zhang Yanping ate a full stomach unhurriedly, then took a large stainless steel basin, put twenty buns in it, and walked to the pond with Song Tan while drinking porridge.

He was still worried on the way: "You say, can you really earn money?"

These buns are made so big, logically speaking, two can be full, if he knew, he should only send one per person.

Song Tan smiled slightly.

When they arrived at the pond, they found that several fishing people who should have been focused were all surrounding one side, their expressions strange.

Zhang Yanping became anxious: "What's wrong, what's wrong?"

Squeezing in, he saw the eldest brother who came earliest, sitting on the stool with a strange expression, looking at him, but refusing to get up.

What does this mean?

Zhang Yanping also returned a puzzled expression.

The next moment, the eldest brother said with a sad face:

"Brother, you should take this fish trap up first. I've been sitting for several hours and can't move, my waist can't hold it."

Zhang Yanping looked over in the direction of the movement and saw the rope tying the fish trap to the bench leg pulled taut, with splashing sounds erupting from beneath the water from time to time...

He remembered the full and heavy harvest of the fish trap these days, and suddenly understood at this moment.

—Isn't it understood?

Normal families put fish traps, sometimes for three or five days, and there are only a few fish and shrimp in the fish trap, which is pitiful.

It was precisely because of this that the other party hung the fish trap on his stool leg carelessly. Thinking that the young man was good at bragging, three o'clock to seven o'clock, how many hours?

Put such a big fish trap, don't even cover a loach by then.

Then it would be embarrassing, they would have to poke this lie in the post bar when they go back.

But unexpectedly, he just threw the hook out, and felt the stool leg being pulled hard by something!

If it weren't for the fact that the eldest brother was old and his stomach was fat, he would have been dragged to the ground.

He looked down: nothing wrong!

Did he trip over water grass just now?

However, the hook was just thrown out again, and the fish trap began to pull hard again—

"Oh!"

He screamed.

"What's wrong?" Someone nearby asked.

The eldest brother smiled: "I thought we didn't get fooled today, the things in this pond are quite active. Look at my fish trap, it's just put in and a bunch of things come to drill."

If there weren't too many fish, it wouldn't be possible to be so active.

The place just now wasn't chosen well, he thought while subconsciously leaning forward, intending to move his fishing rod to another place.

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But as soon as he moved, there was a great force under his butt, and he fell forward!

Good guy, the rope of the fish trap ran into the water in front of him. He grabbed the rope with one hand, and pulled it hard—

Half of the fish trap was pulled onto the bank, with a snakehead fish stuck at the entrance, its large tail slapping him across the face with a 'thwack'.

Fishing old man was ecstatic:

"So many fish, so many varieties, such a powerful black fish. This is a good sugar mouth!"

Then the question is, where should this fish trap, which was almost full in half an hour under their eyes, be trapped now?

Looking around, all the stones and trees were used to tie other fish traps, and only this one was a good fish mouth chosen by himself, there was nothing around.

So the fishing old man said confidently:

"Hang it on this stool leg, I see this fish trap is half full. There must be no fish behind, hang it here, I can hold it." ===== CHAPTER 174 =====