Chapter 145 The Steward of the Landlord's House

Kong Xun picked up a mixed flour steamed bun, put it in his mouth and took a bite. The rough taste made him frown slightly. When he swallowed it, he stretched his neck as if he was choking.

An Xin promptly handed him a bowl of cooled boiled water and said, "Just drink it down. I choked on this steamed bun that made my throat ache when I was eating it before."

"Thank you!" Kong Xun smiled, took the bowl with a hole in it, raised his head and drank it.

The people nearby saw that Kong Xun had to use water to swallow the steamed buns. They looked at the gray buns as if they were poison, and their eyes were full of resistance to eating them.

Perhaps Kong Xun swallowed the first bite, and then he finished the two mixed flour steamed buns in the bowl with stir-fried vegetables with little salt and oil.

When Jiang Chenxi saw An Xin's admiration for Kong Xun, his eyes flickered with a complicated look.

He seemed to have seen this kind of rough and mixed flour with skins as food for livestock on his farm before, but he never expected that one day he would eat this.

Thinking back to when Yuchi saved Xiaoling, he was also there.

He was also responsible for the theft of their money by Xiaoling, and the fifty taels of silver that An Xin hid in his smelly socks and was not stolen were also used up.

In order to earn money for the journey, they also thought about finding some easy jobs, but such jobs neither required people with no experience like them nor recruited temporary workers like them.

Finally, the few people could only find jobs as rice-planting laborers for large landlords with large fields, working from sunrise to sunset for twenty cents a day.

He had never felt that money was so hard to earn, yet so important. Without money, they couldn't buy food or stay in a hotel. It was no exaggeration to say that they could hardly move forward.

Thinking of this, Jiang Chenxi picked up the mixed flour steamed bun, ate it with vegetables and drank water, and swallowed it in big gulps. He didn't dare to slow down and chew it carefully. He was afraid that if he slowed down, he would not be able to eat it.

Jiang Chenxi is not the only one who has such an awakening.

Yuchi Yi stared blankly at the gray steamed bun in his hand, put it in his mouth silently, gnawed it slowly, and ate the stir-fried vegetables without saying a word.

The eldest young master's rebelliousness and arrogance have been slowly restrained by him, and his previously reckless temperament has become much calmer.

An Xin looked at them and nodded secretly. It seemed that the training they had received during this period had begun to show results.

If these people had been living a life of luxury in the capital, even under their own teaching, they would have changed.

But at most, they can only protect their family business in the future, but it is difficult for them to make achievements on their own.

If they want to follow the path of a military general, they must endure some hardships and be tempered, as they have the arrogant nature of the young master.

Be humble and calm.

For the sons of great generals like them, it is impossible for them to start as a soldier when they go to the battlefield to gain experience.

Even though they are soldiers in name only, I am afraid they will never forget in their hearts that they are to be the successors of the general.

That kind of experience has become a form.

Without a calm and composed mind, how can they command thousands of troops on the battlefield? Isn't this just using the soldiers' lives to pave the way for their careers?

What An Xin is doing at this moment is the real life experience for these second-generation officials from military families.

"Cuckoo"

"Cuckoo, cuckoo"

Chen Qibao and Gao Tai rubbed their deflated bellies.

Looking at An Xin pitifully.

"This is what I had for lunch." An Xin spread her hands, indicating that she was helpless about this as well.

Chen Qibao and Gao Tai looked hopeless as they stared at the gray steamed buns and vegetables in their bowls, choosing between being poisoned and starving to death.

Finally, when Yuchi Yi stretched out his chopsticks and was about to pick up the few stir-fried vegetables in their bowls, the two of them no longer hesitated and immediately picked up their bowls and started eating.

Yuchi Yi curled up the corners of his mouth and smiled, then took back his chopsticks.

Since we are brothers, we should share happiness and difficulties.

He had already eaten the hard-to-swallow buns and vegetables, so how could he bear to watch his brothers starve?

An Xin paused and his eyes twitched. He didn't realize that this was also a thing filled with ink.

Not far away, there were other temporary workers who were planting rice and having lunch. For them, as long as they could eat their fill with free meals, they would not be as picky about food as these people.

In order to rest for a while, those people ate quickly and now lay down in the shadows to rest.

Although they were somewhat curious about Kong Xun and Jiang Chenxi, the fair-skinned boys who came here to do odd jobs to earn hard-earned money just like them.

But because transplanting rice seedlings is a very tiring job, no one is in the mood to gossip at this time.

An Xin watched them finish their meal and drink water before they could take a break.

Then a steward of the landlord's family, who looked up at people with his chin lowered, came over and shouted loudly, asking everyone to go to the fields to plant rice.

An Xin frowned. She didn't expect that this big landlord would let these people work under the scorching sun at noon.

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Aren’t you afraid that they will get heatstroke?

An Xin looked at the beads of sweat on the heads of Kong Xun, Yuchi Yi and the other four. She wanted to train them and let them suffer, but she didn't want them to hurt their bodies.

"We won't work this afternoon. We'll just take this half-day's pay and leave."

The five young men, who had never suffered such hardship before, couldn't help but relax when they heard An Xin say this.

But a mocking voice came from behind them: "Oh! You guys are dreaming."

"You think our master is doing charity work. If you want to leave, leave now. There will be no wages."

A sarcastic-looking steward came over from behind them, sneered, and said contemptuously, "A bunch of idiots, you still want wages."

"I'm telling you. Not only will you not get paid, but you will also have to pay ten cents for lunch today if you want to leave now."

Such shameless words stunned An Xin.

They had to leave after working for half a day, and not only were they not paid for half a day's work, they were even asked to pay for their meals.

This is such a shameless statement.

"Is it possible that all the work we've done for half a day isn't enough to pay for this meal?" Jiang Chenxi asked, narrowing his eyes, hiding the sharpness in them.

"Don't say that your work for half a day is not worth this meal. I am in a bad mood now. If you don't want to pay for this meal, you will have to work for me for a day for nothing."

The steward raised his head and looked at them sideways.

What this meant was that even if they finished the afternoon's work, they would still be unhappy because the manager was in a bad mood.

Even if they did their work in the afternoon, it could only cover the cost of this meal.

An Xin: “…”Okay.

She curled her lips and smiled.

He has a distorted outlook on life and never stops bullying others.

Is this manager getting too cocky, or is this old lady unable to lift the knife anymore?

"I can't stand it anymore. Let me beat him up first."

(End of this chapter)