Everyone dislikes my farming

Chapter 108 Salary
There are not many strong laborers in Phoenix Mountain, only Xiao Shuanglin is the youngest and strong.

Fat and bald is used to being treacherous and slippery. When Xiao Shuanglin was not willing to do the job when he was first assigned to it, finally Brother Da Lin came to him in person.

He didn't speak, just looked at him like this, fat and bald for a second.

In other words, Xiao Shuanglin has also been an old employee of Phoenix Mountain since the end of the year. Compared with the reluctance at the beginning and the state of being ready to run away at any time.

Now I almost have a biological clock, get up at the o'clock every day, and work happily in Phoenix Mountain.

When I came back from get off work, I saw that there was something in the house that needed to be cleaned up, so I did it without saying a word.

The relationship with his parents used to be the same, but now it has eased up a lot. Xiao Zhenxing, who usually sees him with a straight face, will also ask him if he is tired from work.

Fat and bald are still so fat. A year ago they looked like big white steamed buns, and a year later they were smaller chocolate buns. Only the Mediterranean hairstyle remains the same all the year round.

Xiao Shuanglin ran and worked on the mountain all day long, his puffiness evaporated, and he became much more energetic.

If there is anything bad about it, as long as Dalin is not watching, Xiao Shuanglin wants to be lazy like a lazy cancer.

Xiao Luoli counted the time, Xiao Shuanglin had been working on the mountain for half a year, and when she said it was a free job, she wouldn't really refuse to pay him.

Today, it is the date of salary payment once a month again. Whether it is a short-term worker or a long-term worker, there is endless energy to work.

He talked excitedly about how much money he could get after working for a few days.

Only Xiao Shuanglin was working on the sidelines, and when the off-duty time came, everyone swarmed towards the courtyard.

"Shuanglin, why are you going? I'm getting paid today." Someone close to him shouted when they saw him walking in the opposite direction.

Xiao Shuanglin looked back sullenly, "Go, I'll go home."

"Hey, don't you get paid?" The man was interrupted by the people beside him, "What are you calling him for? Shuanglin is a free worker, and he doesn't want money."

"Huh?" Those who didn't know the situation were stunned.

Xiao Shuanglin held his breath in annoyance, and just wanted to say something about you, when he looked up, he saw his own old man walking out of the courtyard.

"Dad, what are you doing here?" Xiao Shuanglin asked.

Xiao Zhenxing put his hands behind his back, and the corner of his mouth was full of joy, "What can I do, Luo Li called me to come and collect the money."

Xiao Shuanglin took two quick steps and leaned over, grinning and asked, "What kind of money do you get, is it my salary?".

The people around heard it and looked over with interest. Xiao Zhenxing coughed lightly and nodded, "Well, your boss said that you will directly hand over your wages to me in the future, and tell me when you spend the money."

"No, why?" Xiao Shuanglin became impatient, "Why does she give you my salary?"

"It's just because you haven't paid a penny to your family since you grew up." Xiao Zhenxing said in a deep voice, "Okay, I will save the money for you first, and I will give it to you when you get married."

When Xiao Shuanglin saw the person leaving, he hurriedly followed, and asked in repeated voices, "Dad, how much money did you receive, counting from what month."

"It counts from the first day you work, and work harder in the future, and they will pay you no less."

The voices of the father and son became farther and farther away, and the spectators sighed and walked towards the courtyard.

No matter who it is, Xiao Luoli admires this little girl in her heart, and she behaves openly.

At the same time, Xiao Luoli was sitting in the square of the courtyard, carrying a money bag to settle wages for others.

At this time, she is happy, and there is nothing more fulfilling than giving money to people.

One thousand free samples were sent out, and around the time the logistics information was signed for, there were repeat customers adding orders one after another.

Xiao Ping stays in front of the computer every day, just to read the comments that people have written for Diguagan.

{The taste is strong, the more you eat, the more fragrant it becomes, the sweetness is just right, and there is no taste of essence and cyclamate at all. }
{For the first time in my life, eating dried sweet potatoes tasted like my mother. }
Xiao Ping read it to the people behind him one by one, with a proud and smug look, as if he had half the military medals of dried sweet potatoes.

"Then have you made any money?" Xiao Guofu stretched his neck and looked at it for a long time, but he didn't understand it. He only cared about the most practical issues.

Xiao Ping's voice froze, and Xiao Hao, who was checking the order, said, "Still losing money."

"It's not considered a loss, anyway, it's true that he didn't make money." Xiao Ping scratched the back of his head to make up for it.

Xiao Hao glanced at him, "Isn't the labor cost not counted?"

When Xiao Guofu heard that he didn't make money, he went back and posted, his heart became weak, and he tried to persuade him again and again, "If you want me to say that you still continue to learn haircuts, doing this is a waste of time."

Xiao Ping was not convinced, "We will be fine in the future, just now there are repeat customers buying dried sweet potatoes, there are two points of commission."

"How much?" Xiao Guofu asked.

"Liu Mao." Xiao Ping lightly touched the tip of his nose with his finger, feeling inexplicably ashamed.

Xiao Guofu was speechless, unable to complain, "How are the corn kernels, have they been sold?".

Xiao Ping let out a hey, and immediately regained his spirits, "I sold two copies, and I bought them for your father's sake."

"That's right, I just said our corn is better." Xiao Guofu brushed his hair, suddenly feeling superior.

"That's not true. People say that the second uncle's photo looks like a businessman, but you are too many. At first glance, you look like an old farmer." Xiao Ping.

Xiao Guofu froze in place, Xiao Hao couldn't help laughing, only Xiao Ping grinned loudly unconsciously.

"Stinky boy, who is old? Your uncle is two years younger than me." Xiao Guofu stretched out his hand and pointed at his head, Xiao Ping ran away in a panic.

So much so that later, Xiao Guofu paid special attention to his appearance, and asked Xiao Ping to take a new beauty photo before uploading it.

Let’s not mention these later things for now, let’s talk about Xiao Luoli’s side, Professor Xu from Haicheng called suddenly, and went straight to the point, saying that he would come to Phoenix Mountain for a few days.

The professor is coming, Xiao Luoli must entertain him well.

The room reserved in advance was cleaned and ventilated, replaced with new bedding, and furnished in the style that the professor likes.

Xiao Luoli pushed open the window and looked at the persimmon forest facing outside, the lush leaves were blown by the wind, leaving a rustling sound.

She nodded secretly in her heart, yes, the professor will definitely be satisfied with her thoughtfulness when he sees the familiar persimmon tree.

Xiao's father and Xiao's mother learned that her professor was coming, so they moved to Phoenix Mountain ahead of time. Xiao's father and Professor Xu were old acquaintances, and they were very happy that their old friend could come.

Xiao Luoli's mood is more delicate, Professor Xu's arrival is like a home visit to her.

After graduating from graduate school, she didn't know why she was still dominated by the fear of home visits.

Whether it was intentional or not, Professor Xu was accompanied by Wang Weiyi.

According to him, Professor Xu is old, and he can only feel relieved if he personally escorts him. He is relieved, but He Yidong's heart is raised.

(End of this chapter)