Dress up as a farm girl and make a lot of money with space

Who else could this abrupt and sinister voice be other than Old Lady Zheng?

Li Sanlang didn't even look over there, and a bitter smile appeared on his face.

Li Mingxia felt a little sympathy for him. He had no choice about his birth and it was really unlucky for him to have a mother like this.

"Mom, the most I can do is to have enough food to eat, how can I become a rich man?" Li Sanlang's words were fair and honest, but to Mrs. Zheng, they sounded like he was playing tricks on her and had no good intentions at all.

"Mr. Rich, you don't have to cry poor in front of me. Even if I want to beg for food, I will never pass by your door. Don't worry!" Mrs. Zheng said loudly!

Li Sanlang was shocked. He hadn't spoken to Old Madam Zheng at all since he came in. Why did she suddenly start talking about crying poor?

"Mom, I didn't mean that. Why do you say I have to beg for food?" No matter how stupid and filial Li Sanlang was, he would still feel a little aggrieved when hearing such words.

However, Mr. Li did not take it seriously, because in his impression, Li Mingxia's family should have long been accustomed to Mrs. Zheng's behavior, and they would not take it seriously as long as he comforted them with a few words.

"Okay, hurry up and stop talking. This is nothing." Mr. Li symbolically scolded him and said impatiently.

Old Mrs. Zheng snorted coldly, turned her head away and looked disdainful.

"Dad, we came here today because we have something to talk to you about." Zhang cleared her throat and walked up to Mr. Li and said.

They had discussed this matter in advance. If they wanted Li Erlang to go to work, Li Sanlang would naturally have to ask for it. As this was Li Mingyu's business, it should be Zhang, his aunt, who should ask for it.

Li Erlang seemed to have reacted, but he didn't quite understand. He was vaguely excited.

"What's the matter, third son's wife, tell me." Old Master Li sat up straight and asked Zhang.

This daughter-in-law seldom speaks directly to him, let alone makes any requests, so Mr. Li still attaches great importance to what Zhang says.

Although Zhang and Li Mingxia had planned this matter repeatedly, Zhang was still a little nervous when the time came, fearing that she would not be able to say it well and would not be able to ask Li Mingyu to go to work.

Li Mingxia noticed that Zhang was feeling uncomfortable, so she walked up to her and got close to her. Feeling the body temperature of her eldest daughter, Zhang felt much calmer.

"Dad, we didn't build those houses for people to live in." Zhang said after calming herself down.

Mr. Li nodded, indicating that he knew about it.

"I heard a few words. Are you planning to open a workshop?"

Hearing this, Mrs. Zheng, who had been motionless, suddenly turned her body greatly, making a loud noise. When she saw everyone's eyes were looking over, she let out a long, ambiguous sigh from her chest.

When Li Mingxia saw how much Mrs. Zheng reacted to this matter, she suddenly understood what she meant by what she had just said to Li Sanlang, such as "rich man". It turned out that she was angry about their family's plan to open a workshop. But in the final analysis, this matter had not even started, so how could it have offended her?

"Yes, Dad. We have a small amount of land and many people at home. The children all need to eat. We have to think of other ways."

Zhang's words were just an ordinary one, without any other meaning, but they still sounded unpleasant to Old Mrs. Zheng. She felt that Zhang was complaining that their family didn't give her more land and didn't let her live a good life.

"Go to whatever family wants someone like you to be their mistress. Why don't you take a piss and look at yourself to see if you are worthy enough?"

This time, Old Lady Zheng didn't even look at Zhang, but just clapped her hands and cursed at the empty space in front of her.

In the past, this method could humiliate Zhang, but this time, Mrs. Zheng was wrong. Zhang had learned to ignore it under the influence of Li Mingxia.

"What the child's mother said is true. We have a large family, thanks to Sister Xia. Otherwise, we would have been hungry one day." Li Sanlang didn't want Zhang to suffer any grievances, so he said it anyway even though he knew that his words would make Old Madam Zheng unhappy.

This surprised Li Mingxia. Their original plan was to ignore whatever Old Lady Zheng said and they didn't count on Li Sanlang at all. This could be considered an unexpected surprise.

However, no matter how happy Li Mingxia was, she was not as happy as Zhang. For so many years, Li Sanlang never dared to talk back to Old Madam Zheng, even if he had suffered a great injustice. But this time -

"Okay, you, third brother!——"

"Go on, the third daughter-in-law." Old Master Li immediately interrupted Old Lady Zheng and brought the topic back.

Zhang was so moved that she didn't care at all about what Old Lady Zheng had just said. She even found it easier to speak up for what to say next.

"Dad, although our workshop is not very big, we definitely need some manpower. We plan to hire some people in the village, and we think Mingyu is a good choice. Dad, Mom, if you are willing, let Mingyu work in our workshop. The wage is eight cents a day, and no meals are provided." Zhang said to Old Lady Zheng and Old Man Li.

Li Mingyu stood behind Li Erlang, lowered her head and said nothing. It was not that she did not want to speak, but she could not speak. In this family, what they did and how they did it were all decided by Grandpa Li and Grandma Zheng. They had no right to make decisions for themselves.

"Mingyu has bound feet, can she do any housework? Can she work in a workshop?" Although Mr. Li was very happy that Zhang said so, he was afraid that Li Mingyu would not be able to do any work and might even make things worse.

Li Mingxia smiled and said, "Master, don't worry about this. We run a workshop, not a merit hall. If Mingyu can't do this job, we won't let her come. Master, please discuss it with my grandmother. The wages are only eight cents, and we don't have time to provide meals. There is nothing we can do about it. Manual labor earns more. Master, you know this, right?"

Li Mingxia still made things clear to Grandpa Li, and also deliberately said that the wages would not be paid in front of everyone, so as to prevent Grandma Zheng from making trouble about this matter in the future.

"Eight cents? You want your niece to work like a slave for you for just eight cents? Do you have any shame?" Although Old Mrs. Zheng said this, she knew in her heart that eight cents was not a small amount, so she didn't say it too harshly.

Zhang didn't say anything, but lowered her head, as if she was scolded and cried by Old Lady Zheng, which made Old Lady Zheng feel much better.