Back to the age: three-year-old cute baby becomes a group pet

Chapter 103
One of the workers sneered, "There are leftover materials. The Cheng family and Brother Zhu both said that the leftover materials belong to us. Now, the materials belong to us."

Hu Donghua choked, "Then, how much does it cost for materials to wipe the two walls of my house?"

"I said this material is ours, but I didn't say sell it out. That's fine, we won't accept your job."

snort!Want to take advantage of them?They are still waiting to gather enough materials to build a house!If they don't take the job of this kind of state-run unit, where can they get cement indicators?

Hu Donghua returned in vain, Bai Yanling was very annoyed after hearing the reason, "You go and sue the Cheng family for bribery."

"Bribe what? Evidence?"

"Aren't those materials?"

"Those can be gifts or wages. It's the Cheng family's freedom."

Naturally, Zhu Hailong knew Hu Donghua's actions very quickly, and he gave a smirk, it really wasn't enough to take advantage of it.

Cheng Wenzong followed his brother to pick the red earrings for an afternoon, and when he came back, he poured them into the big bamboo basket, and was reprimanded by the brother, "I told you not to pick them off, look at you, not only were they picked off, but they were also crushed." Yes, who will take it? Take it back and make a paste?"

Cheng Wen'an wished he could beat up this stupid cousin again, wasting the red earring he found for nothing.

Unconvinced, Cheng Wenzong said, "Pour out yours and have a look."

Cheng Wen'an poured the rotten paste from the big basket into the dustpan, wiped the basket clean, and then poured out the basket of red earrings he picked.

Those plump and round little red fruits that were still hanging from the branches made Cheng Wenzong shut up.

Mr. Cheng nodded his little grandson's head, "You are not only wasting your own time and labor, but also wasting resources. These things have been destroyed by you to be worthless. If you pick them for your little brother, they will definitely generate value. "

"I, I want to pick more and sell more."

"Is it urgent to make money? Look at the red earrings you picked, are you willing to spend money to collect them yourself?"

Cheng Wenzong bowed his head, "Tomorrow, I will definitely pick well."

Cheng Shanghu made a suggestion, "I think you should take a pair of scissors and cut slowly."

Unexpectedly, the next day, Cheng Wenzong cut a basket of branches and brought them back carefully. Of course, there were dense red earrings on the branches.

His reason was that he would sit and pick them slowly at home, without getting tired in the sun, and without damaging the red earrings.

After he put down the basket, Cheng Shanghu kicked his ass, which made him rush forward for many steps before he stood still.

After standing still, he turned around and shouted aggrievedly, "Third Uncle, why did you kick me?"

"You're fishing out the water."

"What fish did I uncover?"

Cheng Shanghu took a deep breath to calm himself down, "Let me ask you, where is the red earring knot?"

"On the branch?" Cheng Wenzong still pointed at the basket. Isn't Third Uncle stupid?

"You cut off the branch."

"We'll post it next year!"

"How long can it be issued next year?"

"Uh." Cheng Wenzong scratched his head, how would he know how long it will be next year?
"A lot of branches here are born in three or four years, and you have cut them... No, what kind of scissors did you use?"

"In the toolbox, the iron scissors, I, my hands are blistered."

Cheng Wenzong stretched out his right hand aggrievedly, and two blood blisters did appear in the palm of his hand.

"That's all, all right, just sit down and pick it slowly! Don't lose money if you cut it after so much hard work."

Looking at the blood bubbles, Cheng Shanghu didn't bother to teach his little nephew any more, he couldn't explain the principle of pruning fruit branches to him, could he?
The third uncle stopped scolding him, and Cheng Wenzong happily carried the basket to the shade to pick off the red earrings.

When Cheng Wenan came back with a basket, Cheng Wenzong had already picked half of the branches, but the fruit he picked was more than the ones in his basket.

Cheng Wenzong raised his head proudly, "Brother, should I do it this way?"

Cheng Wen'an was also speechless when his cousin came up with this sneaky trick, "Are you going to pick it next year?"

"Pick it if you have it, don't pick it if you don't have it!"

"Yes! Brother Wen Zong's method is good."

Cheng Li also supported, "Brother, you also cut it back and pick it slowly, it's too hot, you will suffer from heat stroke, and the second sister is about to turn into briquettes."

In order to be able to take care of both ends, the eldest sister chose to sell tea, and the second sister chose to pick the red earrings with the elder brother.

"But, next year..." Cheng Wenan hesitated.

Next year, I may not be able to appreciate this small amount of money. "As Brother Wen Zong said, pick it if you have it. This year it was cut, and next year there will be less messy branches. Pick it up and it won't hurt people."

Cheng Li looked at the red mark on the elder brother's arm with distress, which must have been scratched by a branch.

"Okay, I'll take the sickle and cut it."

Cheng Wenzong looked at the blood bubble in his hand, why didn't he think of cutting it with a sickle?

"I'll go too!" Cheng Wenzong chased after the younger brother, "I'll go and bring it back, brother, you cut it, and younger sister helps pick it, and we share the money together, okay?"

Cheng Wen'an looked at the little girl, and seeing the little girl nodded, he agreed, "Then let's go! You have to move me back properly, don't ruin my hard work."

"I will be careful."

Cheng Li sat down on the bench next to Cheng Wenzong's pile of branches, and began to pick off the red earrings.

Cheng Shanghu also knelt down to help, "Why did you agree to cut the branches back? Why did you agree to share the money together?"

"Next year, my eldest brother may not have the time to pick it. Let's make money first and then talk about it this year. Brother Wen Zong is impatient and can't sit still. If he picks something broken, it will be more wasteful. Carrying it home is suitable for him."

Cheng Shanghu didn't quite believe what the little niece said.

three days later.

Cheng Wenzong clutched a dime, "Why? Why did I divide it up so much? They were sold for a total of one yuan."

Cheng Li explained to him, "We are divided according to the amount of labor. You just carry it. When picking it, you said that you are clumsy and afraid that it will be broken. The third uncle participated in the picking and drying. Doctor Hu looked at it for our sake. , according to a quarter of a catty."

"Nonsense, Dr. Hu said it was half-dried, and gave four cents of the price."

"Oh, then you should give third uncle more points, third uncle is the most credited."

"You, you bully me together!"

Cheng Wenzong simply burst into tears. After three days of hard work, he only got the money for two cream popsicles.

Cheng Li "..." After being bullied for so long, she didn't cry, not even when Zhu Nianzhi beat him up.

Why are you crying?
Cheng Xian and Cheng Mei looked at each other, and gave the dime they had in their hands to the little brother, "Don't cry, we don't participate in the distribution of money."

With money stuffed in his hand, Cheng Wenzong looked at the little girl with tears in his eyes.

What is she doing?Cheng Li stroked the bristles on her brain, "Your eldest sister and third sister are doing things for you!"

Cheng Wenzong laughed through his tears, "Thank you big sister and third sister, thank you little sister."

Cheng Li "..." This idiot, how can she treat him in the future?
After getting the money, Cheng Wenzong immediately went to buy popsicles with the big teapot in his arms.

Thirty cents was spent by him.

He took a cream popsicle and handed it to his little cousin, "Little sister, this is yours, your favorite cream popsicle."

Cheng Li "..." This?How can she bully this bastard in the future?

"What about yours? Don't you like eating cream too?" Cheng Li took the popsicle.

"I have it too," Cheng Wenzong pulled out another creamy one from the tea mug, and handed it to Cheng Wen'an, with a smug smile on his face,
"Brother, this is yours. I know you like it too, but you are reluctant to buy it."

(End of this chapter)