Ye Qingqing had no idea that the old lady had so many ulterior motives. Since the old lady didn't like traveling, she would just give her money to spend in the future and cater to her interests!
Just because the old lady is protecting her and Xiaotong now, Ye Qingqing is willing to be filial to the old lady.
"Grandma, how much money do you think Ye Lan earned today?" Ye Qingqing rolled her eyes, ran to the kitchen to chat with the old lady, and deliberately brought up Ye Lan and the money that the old lady was most interested in.
The old lady paused in picking vegetables, looking thoughtful. "The shoe factory is about to close, right? When Ye Lan comes back, go and ask Zhao Di."
"Why!"
Ye Qingqing thought so too. In fact, she didn't need to ask Zhao Di to know that Ye Lan definitely wouldn't earn much money. However, she didn't expect Ye Lan to earn money at all; she just wanted to see Ye Lan suffer.
"Is Grandma Ye home?" A voice rang out in the courtyard, sounding somewhat familiar.
Ye Qingqing and the old lady rushed out at the same time. It turned out to be Zhao Di. Behind her followed Ye Lan, who was timid and hesitant. Her eyes were red and swollen, her white shirt was covered in stains, and her face and hands were dirty, with many wounds on her hands.
"Sister Zhaodi, please come inside and sit down," Ye Qingqing greeted warmly.
"I'm not going in. I have to go to work soon. I'll just tell you what happened and then I'll leave."
Zhao Di looked troubled and hesitated for a while before glancing at Ye Lan and saying, "Here's what happened. Our boss asked me to tell you that Ye Lan doesn't need to go to work tomorrow."
"Don't you have to go to work? Why?" The old lady was so anxious she jumped up and down.
Zhao Di glanced at Ye Lan again and said tactfully, "Not only is Ye Lan slow, but she's also extremely clean. The work at our shoe factory is too dirty and tiring; Ye Lan can't handle it."
The old lady understood immediately. Her eyes flashed with a fierce light as she glared at Ye Lan. It must be because this little brat refused to work hard. No wonder the boss lady wouldn't like her!
Just like the landlords and rich people of the past, no one likes a lazy farmhand. As for her, who is diligent and hardworking, every family is eager to hire her to do their work.
"Sister Zhaodi, could you please speak to the boss lady and give Ye Lan another chance?" Ye Qingqing pleaded, not wanting Ye Lan to come back to enjoy a life of luxury. She wanted Ye Lan to work at the shoe factory for at least a year or two to teach this bitch a lesson.
Zhao Di shook her head repeatedly, saying unhappily, "Ye Lan not only didn't do any work today, but she also damaged several tools. I had to talk to the boss's wife to make sure Ye Lan didn't lose money. If Ye Lan continues to work, I can't bear the responsibility."
She paused for a moment, then said, "Ye Lan is really not suited for work at the shoe factory. Why don't you find her an easier job? I'm going to work now."
After saying that, Zhao Di hurriedly left and disappeared in no time.
Ye Qingqing frowned. If the shoe factory couldn't continue, where else could Ye Lan go to work?
What a waste of her two pounds of pastries and a bottle of liquor, which cost over ten yuan!
"Grandma, Ye Lan is so useless. Not only did she not earn any money, she also broke all the tools in the factory. Luckily, Sister Zhao Di has a lot of influence, otherwise we would have had to pay compensation."
Ye Qingqing deliberately fanned the flames, adding fuel to the fire by scalding the old woman's head. The fire raged on, and the old woman's eyes grew increasingly fierce.
Seeing that things were going badly, Ye Lan hugged her arms tightly and cried out, "Grandma, I was working... Look, my hands are all cut and bleeding a lot..."
She stretched out her scarred hands. Her once fair hands now bore several bloody cuts, and black pigment seeped into the wrinkles of her skin. In just one day, Ye Lan's hands had transformed from the delicate hands of a young lady into the glorious hands of a laborer.
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