Mind reading, taking the rental house through the whole village crying

Chapter 145: Grandma

After a day of sweating.

I really can't sleep without taking a shower.

But fetching and boiling water is too much work.

In addition, it is a drought now, and no one dares to waste water for fear that the river will dry up and they will have to run to a distant river to fetch water.

It can take two hours to go back and forth.

If water spills again on the way, the whole day's work will be spent on transporting water.

Jiang Fubao, who had no choice but to take a bath, was simply wiped clean by his mother with a towel and then sent back to the house to sleep.

Armpits, inner thighs, including the neck.

Still sticky.

Jiang Fubao tossed and turned in bed, feeling very uncomfortable.

I can't sleep no matter what.

After thinking about it, she simply slipped into the space.

I took a bath in the bathroom for a full half hour.

After all, time does not pass in space.

She can wash it however she wants.

“Lulal ...

The temperature of the space is just right, even though the bath water flowing from the shower is a bit hotter.

Jiang Fubao didn't feel hot either.

As she sang, she took a bath ball, squeezed some fragrant gardenia-scented shower gel on it and applied it on her body.

Then she washed her hair twice with rose-scented shampoo and conditioner, and only left the space satisfied after blow-drying it with a hair dryer.

The body was originally slightly sore.

It becomes fragrant and slippery.

Jiang Fubao closed his eyes comfortably, but less than two minutes had passed.

There was a noise in the yard.

There was quite a bit of movement.

Jiang Fubao is a gossipy person.

Now, I can’t sleep again.

Like a curious baby, she crawled from the head of the bed to the foot of the bed, then stretched her neck and looked out through the gap in the wooden window.

The person making noise outside is Ma Qingmei.

She brought her two sons and carried a whole bamboo basket of mung beans.

It seems like he is bargaining with grandma, trying to get the wool of her own eyes by pretending to be pitiful.

Jiang Fubao shook his head, smacked his lips, and clicked his tongue twice.

Grandma's fighting ability is not to be underestimated.

If Ma Qingmei could take advantage of her family today.

Her name, Jiang Fubao, was written backwards!

"The price you offer is really too low. After all, we are from the same village and the same clan. We are no closer than outsiders. If you were to say it more closely, my son would have to call you aunt, right? You also know that there are so many people in my family. Every day when I open my eyes, there are so many mouths clamoring for food. How can I give them food?

My family is struggling to make ends meet. I know your family has opened a shop in town and must have made a lot of money. Why do you still care about these few coins? You are not short of money, but I am. Since we have known each other for so many years, please have pity on me and give me a few more coins."

Ma Qingmei clasped her hands together.

He bowed to Zhang Jinlan again and again.

"I can't give it to you. My shop doesn't make any money at all. Everyone is having a hard time. This is the price. If you want to sell it, you can keep the mung beans. If you don't want to sell it, you can leave."

Zhang Jinlan would not be taken advantage of for nothing.

Besides, if she gave Ma Qingmei more money, how would she collect mung beans from the villagers in the future?

Wouldn't everyone be asking for more money?

While talking.

Ma Chunxia also came with her son.

They were carrying two bamboo baskets.

It was filled with polished bamboo tubes.

When she ran into Ma Qingmei, Ma Chunxia was stunned.

"Hey, Qingmei is here too. Are you selling mung beans? Then you go ahead and sell them first. I'm not in a hurry."

She greeted Ma Qingmei.

He then sat in the Jiang family yard with his sons in a familiar manner.

It is obvious who has a closer relationship with Zhang Jinlan.

"Forget it, just for your sake, I'll sell you the mung beans at a low price. We have such a good relationship, even if you don't spend money, I can give it to you for free. It's just a matter of a word. After all, our relationship is like this. That is, I have something to ask of you."

Seeing Ma Chunxia coming, Ma Qingmei's attitude changed immediately.

He was just clamoring for Zhang Jinlan to pay more money.

Now let’s say it’s cheap.

Without waiting for Zhang Jinlan to answer.

She continued to talk to herself.

"My family doesn't have much land, and my sons don't have much to do on weekdays. My eldest grandson is now sixteen years old, but unfortunately our family has no money, otherwise he wouldn't have remained unmarried. So, your shop has just opened, and you must be short of manpower. Let me bring my youngest son and eldest grandson to your shop to help you.

As for wages, they don't need much, not as much as the waiters in town. You can just give them one or two taels of silver a month. After they work for a few months, I'll see if you can help my grandson marry a girl from town. Then I'll let my grandson recognize you as his godmother, which is also a way to repay your help."

Ma Qingmei's eyes looked left and right, causing her eyelids to sag and move up and down as her eyeballs moved.

I don't know what he's planning.

Zhang Jinlan who was standing by saw it all.

Her face suddenly darkened and her brows were tightly furrowed.

The smile on his lips was gone.

It seemed that the anger had reached its peak.

"Why, I don't have a son or grandson? Do you want me to be your grandson's godmother? Am I that cheap? And you're still asking for help? Who are you? Why should I help you? Are your son and grandson made of gold? One or two ounces of silver? How dare you say that? I think you look like one or two ounces of silver!"

Zhang Jinlan is on full fire.

She pointed her index finger and cursed Ma Qingmei, her saliva spurting out like a waterfall.

The ants foraging for food underground thought it was raining.

"The cheapest waiter in town only costs three hundred coins. Not to mention that my shop doesn't need any staff, even if I did, I wouldn't hire you! Ma Qingmei, Ma Qingmei, you know whether we have a good relationship or not, so don't try to put your ideas on me!

If you want to sell these mung beans, I will give you the same price as the villagers. If you don’t want to sell them, take them away as soon as possible and don’t waste my time.”

In front of Ma Chunxia, ​​Zhang Jinlan scolded her.

I have lost all my face.

Ma Qingmei glared at Zhang Jinlan with her face flushed. She was breathing rapidly and her chest heaved violently when she spoke.

"Bah! You run a shabby shop, do you really think you are a wealthy family? I am giving you face, so I come to your house to say all this. Your shabby shop won't let us go even if we beg you to! It will close sooner or later, and you will lose all your money. You still want to buy my mung beans? Bah! I won't sell them to you. Son, go, take the mung beans away, don't give them to her cheaply."

Ma Qingmei cursed and turned away.

Zhang Jinlan was too lazy to curse anymore.

It's a waste of time to say any more to such people.

"How funny! You come here to sell mung beans, but you still think the price is too low. If you have the ability, you can carry a basket of mung beans to the town to sell them. You won't be tired if you don't have a bullock cart to ride on! You want to ask for a favor, but you don't even bring a gift, but just ask for one or two taels of silver. Look at your sons and grandsons who are as thin as bamboo poles. Are they worth the price?

You work as a casual laborer in town, and no one else wants your goods. But you pay me one tael, one penny to help me dig out manure. No one wants it. I am afraid you will steal manure. Everyone knows that your husband is lazy and all the farm work is done by your daughter-in-law. Do you really think others are fools? I think you are just after their shop. You are jealous!"