Han Wanying didn't care about Captain Wu who was doubting his life. After seeing Werner and his group off, she felt her mood improved.
Han Wanying rode her bicycle back to the guesthouse in a good mood. She went in and took out the luggage she had packed yesterday and planned to return to the village.
Han Wanying hasn't been home for a long time and misses her little home very much.
When Han Wanying packed up her things and went out, she saw He Zhen sitting on a bicycle outside.
Han Wanying guessed that He Zhen must be waiting for her, and then Han Wanying's head began to hurt again. She had finally sent Werner and his group away, but the problem with He Zhen had not been resolved yet.
Han Wanying thought at this time that sometimes being too beautiful can be quite troublesome.
He Zhen looked at Han Wanying and said, "Comrade Han, are you going back to the village? I'm going back too, so let's go together."
Han Wanying nodded, then rode away on her bike.
On the way, He Zhen asked, "Comrade Han, what are your plans from now on?"
Han Wanying said, "Well, I plan to work in a machinery factory, so I won't be back home as often."
Then Han Wanying thought of something and said, "I might need to trouble you a little more later."
He Zhen also understood Han Wanying's meaning and said with a smile, "That should have been my task."
Han Wanying nodded and said nothing more.
The two of them returned to the village in silence.
The weather in the village is not very cold now, and work has not started yet, so many people are chatting outside.
Han Wanying and the others returned around 10 o'clock in the morning, when a group of aunts were chatting outside.
Seeing the figures of Han Wanying and He Zhen, he hurried forward to stop Han Wanying and the other one.
Han Wanying looked at the aunt in front of her with a very enthusiastic expression and felt a headache again, but there was nothing she could do. They were blocking the way and she couldn't continue riding. She could only stop and push the bicycle.
One of the aunties asked Han Wanying curiously, "Han girl, I heard you were busy with translation. How is it going? How much salary have you received these days?"
Han Wanying said calmly, "I don't know yet. The money hasn't been paid out yet. It will be paid out after the final work is done."
The aunt pursed her lips and said, "Han girl, you don't want to tell us, do you? He Zhiqing said he made several yuan a day, how come you don't know how much the salary is? You are guarding against us."
Han Wanying looked at the auntie and said with a smile on her face, "He Zhiqing must have made a mistake. The minimum daily income is 10 yuan, and I also have bonuses. That's why I said I didn't know how much it was. Why should I be on guard against you, auntie? Can you really earn that much money?"
"I didn't want to say it directly because I didn't want to hurt my aunt's pride. Don't you think you misunderstood me?"
The aunt's face looked a little ugly after hearing what Han Wanying said.
Han Wanying sneered and said, "Look, Auntie, don't you look unhappy now? You have to dig deep into the matter, and then you feel uncomfortable when you find out. I really don't know what you are trying to do."
The aunt smiled awkwardly and said, "Look at what you are saying, girl. Why should I be in a bad mood?"
Then the aunt continued shamelessly, "Look, I can't make a living from this. Can you teach my boy? He has loved learning since he was young. If you teach him for a while, he will definitely be able to do it. Don't worry, if you teach my boy, he will definitely repay you."
Han Wanying smiled and said, "Auntie, forget it. You should be more careful with your own son. Your child is already 18 years old, older than me. Do you think he can afford this job?"
The aunt's expression suddenly changed, and she said in a gloomy tone, "Han girl, you don't want others to make money from you? You can't be so ungrateful. Don't you think about it? When you were like that, our village was willing to accept you and let you live here. Now that you can make money, you want to throw us villagers aside."
Before Han Wanying could say anything, Liu Guixiang stood up and cursed, "Bah, you old bitch, how dare you say such things? When my husband asked if anyone was willing to take Han in, why didn't you stand up and say you were willing to take her in?"
"You didn't even ask to give Han girl some food. She's lived well on her own until now. How dare you ask Han girl to repay you now? What gratitude do you want? Is it for thanking you for not taking her in back then?"
"How shameless do you have to be to say something like that? I'm ashamed for you."
Han Wanying also looked at the villagers around her and said that Han Wanying knew that it was not only this aunt who had this idea. Many people thought so, thinking that once they made money, they would let her take care of them.
"Don't say you didn't help me at all. Even if you did, I could choose not to help you. You said this is my money-making tool, so why should I hand it over to you?"
"Honestly, if you made money, would you teach everyone the method?"
Han Wanying looked at the aunt with cold eyes.
The aunt looked at Han Wanying and sensed a hint of danger in her eyes. She quickly looked away and said guiltily, "Of course. If I had money, I would definitely think of the villagers."
Then I heard some villagers saying that their family was very good and had a conscience.
Han Wanying sneered and said, "Really? Then why do you go to the mountains to pick chrysanthemums every year and sell them to the county supply and marketing cooperative? Why don't you tell the villagers?"
"You must have made quite a bit of money doing this over the years. I heard the supply and marketing cooperative wanted to send all the chrysanthemums from our village over. They want them all."
"But you never mentioned it to the village. Every year you send it directly to the supply and marketing cooperative and tell the people there that you don't want to do it and it's too troublesome."
The villagers became upset when they heard this. At first they just wanted to watch the fun and see if they could take advantage of it.
If Han Wanying is willing to teach other people's children, then there is no reason not to teach her own child. Maybe her own child is the right material for this job. Wouldn't such a lucrative job fall on her family?
I didn't expect that the melon would be eaten by my own family.
Listening to Han Wanying's words and looking at the aunt's guilty expression, the villagers understood everything and all of a sudden they started to make a fuss.
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