Meng Zhao walked home with her head held high and chest puffed out. From today onwards, she was also a car owner. Although it was still a mini car, she believed that one day, her donkey would be able to speed away.

As soon as I arrived at the village entrance, I found a group of people gathered together, making a lot of noise.

“Village head, you can’t be biased. There’s a workshop in this village, why don’t you invite us to work there?”

“Yes, village head, my son is tall and strong, and he stays at home all day. Why don’t you ask him when you’re hiring?”

The village head was furious. "Your son is tall and strong, but how much work has he actually done? He never lends a hand during the busy farming season. Why did you bring him to the workshop? Is he here to enjoy a life of luxury?"

Although Meng Zhao and the village head strictly forbade anyone from talking about what happened in the workshop, not even their own family members.

The workers were willing to comply, after all, they knew that if anything happened to the workshop, they would lose their wages. Even if it was just for the sake of their monthly wages, they had to keep the workshop's affairs a secret.

But in a village, there can't be no rumors at all. Originally, the two sisters-in-law were of equal means, but suddenly the son of the woman who came to work at the workshop was wearing new shoes. Everyone noticed that.

The two families were originally neighbors who never ate meat all year round. Suddenly, the smell of meat wafted out of the neighbor's house for two consecutive days. How could anyone not smell it?

A few days later, the workshop paid out wages, and the news that they hadn't shortchanged the workers spread throughout the village.

The first to suffer was the village head, who was constantly being visited by people, making him afraid to go home. Today, he was even blocked on the road.