Zhou Jingyun didn't finish his sentence, but he was confident that his mother would understand what he meant:

Ruan, the educated youth, has already delivered brown sugar to his family twice. What's wrong with him helping out a little?

However, what Zhao Cuihong heard was: Ruan Zhiqing gave our family so much money, what's wrong with me helping out a little?

Thinking of the few yuan Ruan Miaomiao had given her, Zhao Cuihong went back to the yard, picked up her own hoe, and started digging with her youngest son.

Even the youngest son knows to maintain good relationships with his family's major clients; there's no reason for a mother like me to hold her son back.

So when Ruan Miaomiao finished setting up the plastic windows and came out again, she saw that her own private plot of land had been dug up.

The land is not large, only about a hundred square meters.

But it's not small either!

It's all dug up in such a short time?

"Hey, Auntie, where's Comrade Jingyun?"

When Ruan Miaomiao saw Zhao Cuihong carrying out a wooden basin, she quickly asked.

"Oh, he's tired, he's gone to sleep!"

The wooden basin in Zhao Cuihong contained the clothes her youngest son had just changed out of, which he was about to wash in the river.

Seeing this, Ruan Miaomiao didn't ask any more questions. Before coming out, she folded up Zhou Jingyun's homespun cloth and guessed that she had stuffed ten yuan inside.

Originally, I planned to give it directly to Zhou Jingyun, but since I haven't seen him, I'll just give it to Zhou Jingyun's mother as usual.

As soon as Zhao Cuihong touched the cloth, she knew there was something inside.

He hid back inside, opened the box, and saw that there were ten yuan in total, some in small change and some in large change.

Instantly, Zhao Cuihong gasped: This Ruan Zhiqing is really one of our big customers! She actually bought another ten yuan worth of things. No wonder her lazy son had to help dig the ground all night!