Reborn Farmhouse: She counterattacks with a drag oil bottle

Chapter 39 Are we a family?

"Yo, what a coincidence."

Song Yuanqing was grinning, his tone of voice was not beating, and he still had that ruffian demeanor. On a cold day, he shook his broken fan to breathe freely, and he was not afraid of freezing.

Su Jinxiu politely nodded slightly at him, "Yes, what a coincidence." Then she went to sit with Mrs. Cheng, as if she wanted to draw a line with Song Yuanqing to avoid suspicion.

However, I have to admit that although Song Yuanqing looks like a foolish ruffian, he is indeed a good-looking person. If he is not out of tune and serious, he also has the style of a gentleman.

Li Cunzheng asked Song Yuanqing first, "Is there something wrong with you so early?"

Song Yuanqing was stunned, "Yes, Uncle Cunzheng, didn't you say yesterday that you want me to help find someone to clean up Miss Su's house? I'm just here to ask you, find someone How many people are suitable?"

When Li Cunzheng heard this, he secretly scolded this bastard in his heart. If he had nothing to do, he would find trouble for me. When there are many people, if you do this, I will take it.But there is no one else, who are you talking about?
However, Li Chunhe was not very willing, but he didn't show it on his face, and said with a smile, "You are so old, you can't even manage a thing well, and you will become a family in the future, what should you do? Ah? "

Song Yuanqing chuckled, "What Uncle Cunzheng taught me is that the boy is incompetent. However, the boy is incompetent. Don't you have to be at the helm? Don't you think so?"

In front of Su Jinxiu, when talking about her family, the two acted like no one else, as if they could be the masters of the family, which made her laugh secretly.

It's just that she was so kind, she couldn't help but say, "Uncle Cunzheng, Brother Yuanqing, I'll trouble you about the house.

However, I don't have any money on hand to entertain the folks who came to help, do you think this is okay?As for the food, I won't offer it.But... I will give three Wen per person per day to the villagers who come to help. Do you think it is suitable? "

Before Su Jinxiu finished speaking, Song Yuanqing let out a thud, and smiled unkindly, "I said Miss Su, what you said seems...a bit careless.

You said that you have no money to buy rice and sell vegetables to entertain the helpers, but you have to give each helper three Wen a day, which is the money for a bucket of rice. This...excuse me, where do you get your wages from?Um? "

He thought that what he said just now was because Su Jinxiu was confused and made a mistake, so he asked her in a teasing manner.

Su Jinxiu calmed down, with a steady expression, and said, "As for the meal, it is at your house, Mr. Song, so I will not entertain you if it is inconvenient for me as a guest.

However, when it comes to paying wages... I came to Uncle Cunzheng this time just to say that making money is not difficult, and I want to work with Uncle Cunzheng and his family. "

When Li Chunhe heard that the partner was making money, he immediately regained his energy, cleared his throat quickly, and asked pretending to be calm, "Oh? Is that what you mean?"

When it comes to making money, it seems that anyone can cheer up. Song Yuanqing stopped shaking his broken fan, and there were more smiles on his face, so he hurriedly asked her, "Miss Su, what... you said you have a way Can make money, right?
Then... If you really have a way to make money, you can't do without me, Song Yuanqing, ah?Anyway, we are now living in the same courtyard, we are considered a family. "

(End of this chapter)