Stop Joking! You Really Quit Your Job to Go Back Home and Farm?

Lin Anshu is an ordinary, lowly office worker. The competition in the company is intense, and the boss loves to fine employees and make empty promises. After working diligently for a whole year, sh...

Chapter 19, just tell me how much longer I have to wait.

Even a pack of cigarettes a day was prepared for him.

These all cost money.

Since the little girl is so nice to him, there's no reason for him to be so rigid. He'll just come and help out for a couple of days.

"Uncle, here you go! This is the discounted price you gave me."

"Okay, round it down, I'll take the thousand."

"You want to grow vegetables, right? Then take the money and buy some seeds."

"Uncle, what's yours is yours. I still have the money for the vegetable seeds. Here you go."

Lin Anshu stuffed two hundred yuan into Zhang Jian'an's hand.

Zhang Jian'an tried his best to avoid the situation and waved his hand.

“Uncle, the child gave it to you, so just take it,” Lin’s father chimed in from the side.

"Take what? As an elder, would I take advantage of a young girl?"

"How about you pack a bag of the wild vegetables you dug up for me?"

Zhang Jian'an was always very interested in the wild vegetables that Lin Anshu dug up.

Two days ago, his wife also went to the mountains to dig for wild vegetables.

As a result, the wild vegetables tasted somehow not as good as the ones I ate at Lin Anshu's house.

When he told his wife about this, she rolled her eyes at him and said he was being picky.

Hmph, wait until he lets his wife taste the wild vegetables that Lin Anshu dug up, and see if she can still roll her eyes.

"Okay, no problem."

Zhang Jian'an ultimately refused the two hundred yuan and happily went home with a bag of wild vegetables.

After thinking it over, Lin Anshu spoke to her father.

"Dad, when the New Year comes, you can give these two hundred as a red envelope to Uncle Jian'an's kid."

"Wow, our An'an has grown up so much! She's so sensible and worldly-wise!"

"Oh, Dad!" Lin Anshu blushed a little after being teased by her father.

"Alright, alright, I'm not going to say anymore."

"Next, it's time to fertilize. What are your thoughts?" Mr. Lin asked seriously.

"Dad, who in our village raises pigs or chickens?"

"If it's not available, you'll have to buy it from outside."

"You forgot? We used to raise pigs, didn't we? Wasn't the biogas digester full of pig manure?"

"Okay, so here's the problem: who can I ask to help me fertilize the land?" Lin Anshu pondered.