Chapter 145 Fuck Grandma

After a day of sweating.

I really can't sleep without taking a shower.

But carrying water and boiling water is too much work.

In addition, there is a drought now, and no one dares to waste water for fear that the river will dry up and they will have to run to the distant river to fetch water.

It can take two hours to go back and forth.

If water spills again on the way, the whole day will be spent on transporting water.

Jiang Fubao, who had no choice but to take a bath, was simply wiped by his mother with a towel and then sent back to the house to sleep.

Armpits, inner thighs, including the neck.

Still slimy.

Jiang Fubao tossed and turned in bed, feeling very uncomfortable.

I just can't sleep.

After thinking about it, she simply slipped into the space.

I took a bath in the bathroom for a full half hour.

After all, time does not pass in space.

Let her wash it however she wants.

"Lal ...

The temperature of the space is just right, even though the bath water flowing from the shower is a bit hotter.

Jiang Fubao didn't feel it was hot either.

As she sang, she took a shower ball, squeezed some fragrant gardenia-scented shower gel on it and applied it on her body.

Then she washed her hair twice with rose-scented shampoo and conditioner, and only left the room satisfied after blow-drying it with a hair dryer.

The body was originally slightly sore.

It becomes fragrant and smooth.

Jiang Fubao closed his eyes comfortably, but less than two minutes had passed.

There was a noise coming from the yard.

There was quite a stir.

Jiang Fubao is a gossipy person.

Now, I can’t sleep again.

Like a curious baby, she crawled from the head of the bed to the foot of the bed, then stretched her neck and looked out through the gap in the wooden window.

The person making the noise outside was Ma Qingmei.

She brought her two sons and carried a whole bamboo basket of mung beans.

It seems like he is bargaining with grandma, trying to get the wool of her own eyes by pretending to be pitiful.

Jiang Fubao shook his head, smacked his lips, and clicked his tongue twice.

Grandma's fighting ability is not to be underestimated.

If Ma Qingmei could take advantage of her family today.

Her name, Jiang Fubao, was written backwards!

"The price you offer is really too low. After all, we are from the same village and the same clan. Aren't we closer than outsiders? To put it more closely, my son would have to call you aunt, right? You also know that there are so many people in my family. Every day when I open my eyes, there are so many mouths clamoring for food. How can I feed them?

The family is struggling to make ends meet. I know your family has a shop in town and must have made a lot of money. Why do you still care about these few coins? You are not short of money, but I am. Since we have known each other for so many years, please have mercy on me and give me a few more coins. "

Ma Qingmei clasped her hands together.

He bowed to Zhang Jinlan again and again.

"I can't give it to you. My shop doesn't make any money at all. It's hard for everyone. This is the price. If you want to sell, you can keep the mung beans. If you don't want to sell, you can leave."

Zhang Jinlan will not be taken advantage of for nothing.

What's more, if she gave Ma Qingmei more money, how would she collect mung beans from the villagers in the future?

Isn't it true that everyone asks for more money?

talking room.

Ma Chunxia also came with her son.

They were carrying two bamboo baskets.

It is filled with polished bamboo tubes.

Ma Chunxia was stunned when she ran into Ma Qingmei.

"Hey, Qingmei is here too. Are you selling mung beans? Then you go ahead and sell them first. I'm not in a hurry."

She greeted Ma Qingmei.

He took his sons to sit in the Jiang family yard in a familiar manner.

It is obvious who has a closer relationship with Zhang Jinlan.

"Forget it, just for your sake, I'll sell you the mung beans at a low price. We have such a good relationship, even if you don't spend money, I can still give it to you for free. It's just a matter of words. After all, our relationship depends on this. I have something to ask of you."

Seeing Ma Chunxia coming, Ma Qingmei's attitude changed immediately.

He was just nagging Zhang Jinlan to pay more money.

Now I'm saying it's cheap.

Without waiting for Zhang Jinlan to answer.

She continued to talk to herself.

"My family doesn't have much land, and my sons don't have much to do on weekdays. My eldest grandson is now sixteen years old, but unfortunately there is no money at home, otherwise he wouldn't have been unmarried until now. So, your shop has just opened, and you must be short of manpower. I will bring my youngest son and eldest grandson to your shop to help you.

As for wages, you don't need much, not even as much as the waiters in town, you can just give them one or two taels of silver a month, and after working for a few months, see if you can help my grandson marry a girl in town. Then I will let my grandson recognize you as his godmother, which will be a way to repay your help."

Ma Qingmei looked left and right, causing her loose eyelids to move up and down as her eyeballs moved.

I don't know what he's planning.

Zhang Jinlan, who was standing by, saw it all.

Her face suddenly darkened and her brows were tightly wrinkled together.

The smile on his lips was gone.

It seemed that the anger had reached its peak.

"Why, I don't have a son or grandson? Do I have to be your grandson's godmother? Am I that cheap? And you're still helping me. Who are you? Why should I help you? Are your son and grandson made of gold? One or two ounces of silver? How dare you say that? I think you look like one or two ounces of silver!"

Zhang Jinlan is firing on all cylinders.

She stretched out her index finger and cursed Ma Qingmei, her saliva spurting out like a waterfall.

The ants foraging underground thought it was raining.

"The cheapest waiter in town only costs three hundred coins. Not to mention that my shop doesn't need any workers, even if I did, I wouldn't hire you! Ma Qingmei, Ma Qingmei, you know whether we have a good relationship or not, so don't try to take advantage of me!

If you want to sell these green beans, I will give you the same price as the villagers. If you don’t want to sell them, take them away as soon as possible and don’t waste my time.”

In front of Ma Chunxia, ​​Zhang Jinlan scolded her.

I have lost all my face.

Ma Qingmei glared at Zhang Jinlan with a red face. She was breathing rapidly and her chest heaved violently when she spoke.

"Bah! You run a shabby shop, do you really think you are a wealthy family? I am giving you face, so I come to your house to say this. Your shabby shop, even if we beg you to go, we won't go! Sooner or later, it will close down and lose all the money. You still want to buy my mung beans? Bah! I won't sell them to you. Son, go, carry the mung beans away, don't let her get away with them cheaply."

Ma Qingmei finished her words with a curse, then turned and left.

Zhang Jinlan was too lazy to scold again.

It's a waste of time to say any more to this kind of person.

"How funny! You come here to sell mung beans, but you still complain that the price is too low. If you have the ability, you can carry a basket of mung beans to the town to sell them. You won't be tired to death if you don't have a bullock cart to sit on! You want to ask for a favor, but you don't even bring a gift, but just ask for one or two silver coins. Look at your sons and grandsons who are as thin as bamboo poles. Are they worth the price?"

You work odd jobs in the town, you bring things that no one else wants, but you pay me a penny to pick out shit, and my family doesn't even want it. I'm afraid you'll steal shit. Everyone knows that your husband is lazy and the farm work is done by your daughter-in-law. Do you really think others are fools? I think you just want their shop, you're jealous!"