Hearing her voice, the two stopped.

Wang Ruhua turned around and looked at her: "Sister Zhou, is there something wrong?"

Zhou Xiaofang took a few breaths before saying, "Are you going up the mountain to dig kudzu roots?"

Wang Ruhua raised her eyes: "Why? You want to go too?"

Zhou Xiaofang was a little embarrassed. She looked up at the two of them and said blushingly, "No, no, no, I'm not going... It's like this, a few of us put on some powder..."

"I want to ask if you two will accept it."

"No."

The one who responded to Zhou Xiaofang was Luo Yunqing.

"Xiao Luo..."

Zhou Xiaofang looked at her in surprise...

Luo Yunqing said expressionlessly, "Let's go sell some cold tea and cold noodles, which are the fruits of our own labor."

"If I accept your stuff, it would be like engaging in speculation and profiteering."

"We earn money through our own labor and people still slander us. If we accept your things and get reported, we'll be finished."

"Mrs. Zhou, you're not trying to dig a hole for us to jump into, are you?"

That's right.

Now Wang Ruhua also came to her senses.

She looked at Zhou Xiaofang with an unhappy face: "Sister Zhou, you are too unkind. My elder sister and I have never hurt you, right?"

"Is it because I didn't sell you my work quota that you're holding a grudge against me?"

"I said I'd give you two thousand yuan, but you didn't want it. Can you blame me?"

Today, Zhou Xiaofang really wanted to sell the powder to these two people, and it had nothing to do with the work indicators.

She stammered, "Ruhua, I didn't mean to hurt you, I just..."