As the weather gets hotter, the lotus seed and osmanthus soup in the chess hall has been replaced with mung bean soup and chrysanthemum tea.
In addition to the chess hall, the farmhands working in Dongshan also need to have some cooling soup and tea prepared for them.
Qin Xiuxiu worked in the fields for as long as the farmhands, and she became a lot darker.
Song Yuehua worked for half a day and her face was sunburned and she was sweating all over.
"Boss, you should go back and have a rest. It's been sunny and your face is tanned." Qin Xiuxiu said.
Song Yuehua straightened her back and wiped the sweat off her face. "I get tanned every summer."
As the two were talking, Liu Erjie came over waving a handkerchief and called out to them, "The man surnamed Bao has taken the head of the village to the cotton field. I wonder what he's doing."
"ha?"
Song Yuehua hurried to the South Courtyard and saw Zhou Lizheng being surrounded by Baozi and his men.
"What are you doing?" Song Yuehua asked, staring at Baozi.
Baozi said angrily, "Why are you so fierce? I'll ask the head of the village to check the cotton field."
Zhou Dafu stood up and patted the dirt on his hands. "You haven't weeded enough here, and the water intake is not enough. The base fertilizer is sufficient, so you should pay more attention to it."
"Did you hear that?"
Baozi yelled at the farmhands beside him, "You only know how to eat but not work. If you can't grow this batch of cotton well, you'll all be fired next year. If you can't do a good job, there are plenty of people who can do it."
"steamed stuffed bun!"
Zhou Dafu couldn't stand it any longer and said sternly, "Who are you scolding?"
Baozi scratched his nose and said, "Zhou Lizheng, I am also a villager of Taoyuan Village now. If cotton is grown well, it will be of great benefit to the village. It's not good for you to hide it."
"I'm hiding it?"
Zhou Dafu laughed angrily, "I have said everything I can say and taught everything I can. What does it have to do with me if you didn't grow cotton well?"
Baozi pointed at Song Yuehua and said, "We are both in the mountains, why do you have more bells than us?"
After hearing what he said, Zhou Dafu was furious. "How many people work on your two hundred acres of land? The weather is so hot now, how many people have suffered from heat stroke? Have you ever taken care of it?"
"You've made yourself plump and white, and you do the most work for the least money. How can you compare with the people in the compound?"
Baozi glanced at Song Yuehua, but still remained confident.
"Zhou Lizheng, you can't say that. You asked me to hire villagers, and I did. During the drought, I spent a lot of money to build a wall for the village. You can't just forget it!"
"What do you mean by doing the most work for the least money? Isn't the wage the same everywhere? They got heat stroke because of their own health problems, which delayed their work in the fields. I'm already kind enough by not causing trouble for them."
Zhou Dafu said angrily, "Anyway, I'm putting this out there. You don't have enough manpower, so you can't take good care of the cotton. You'll have to figure it out yourself from now on."
"Eh..."
Seeing Zhou Dafu turning around and about to leave, Baozi quickly chased after him, "Village head..."
Seeing that nothing was wrong, Song Yuehua went back to work.
After returning, Qin Xiuxiu came to ask her what happened in the South Courtyard, and Song Yuehua told her what she saw.
"I hope Mr. Bao doesn't get jealous and do anything bad," Tan Xiuxiu murmured.
Song Yuehua paused, seeing that her cotton field was about to be harvested. If they really did something bad to her, she would be in big trouble.
Tan Xiuxiu slapped her hand on the hoe handle.
"I'll go tell Xu Daya and the others to sleep in the cotton field at night, and then let Xiao Hei and Xiao Hua go out to patrol the field. What do you think, boss?"
This proposal is not impossible, but there are still more than two months before the cotton harvest, and it will not be a matter of one or two days.
"You're so tired during the day, and you'll be bitten by mosquitoes when you sleep on the ground at night. I'm afraid you won't get enough rest." Song Yuehua said worriedly.
Tan Xiuxiu pondered it carefully and said, "I'll adjust my working hours."
Song Yuehua thought about it and said, "You can arrange it. Don't force it. If it doesn't work, you can find a group of short-term workers to work the night shift. For the long-term workers, the monthly salary for the night shift workers is 100 Wen."
When I got home, a guest came to Song Yuehua's place.
"Huo Minggui, what are you doing here?" Song Yuehua asked as she opened the gate.
Huo Minggui took out a storybook and handed it to her. "It's a newly printed book. I sent it to you as agreed."
I took the storybook and took a look at it, which told the story of the pig farmer's love, hatred and vengeance.
Song Yuehua, "..."
Huo Minggui said, "This is the second volume. I gave the first volume to Xiaoxue. We agreed that the first volume would only be given to her..."
"Wait a minute," Song Yuehua interrupted, "What did you just say? Xiaoxue?"
Huo Minggui took a few steps back, put his left leg outside the threshold, and held the door frame with both hands, looking ready to run away at any time.
"We communicated through Bai Shu and we definitely didn't meet in private," Huo Minggui explained quickly. "The book was also handed in by Bai Shu. Sister Song, please don't be impulsive and hurt me by mistake."
Song Yuehua glanced at the storybook, then looked at Huo Minggui, "What's going on with you guys?"
Speaking of this, Huo Minggui hugged the door frame with a shy look on his face, and said awkwardly, "It's just that kind of mutual understanding, the man has feelings for me..."
When Song Yuehua saw his dead look, she got even angrier and her fists clenched until they made crackling sounds.
Huo Minggui had learned his lesson and ran away in a flash.
Standing not far away, he shouted, "I'm giving you this book, you don't have to return it, please don't return it!"
Song Yuehua flipped through two pages and had no intention of reading the storybook at all. She stuffed it into her arms and went out angrily. As soon as she walked out the door, she ran into Madam Xia.
"Girl, aren't you going to cook?" asked Madam Xia, holding a basket of vegetables.
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