MTL - The Favored Little Peasant Has Stolen the Heroine’s Life!-Chapter 5 despised!

   Chapter 5 was disliked!

   "Daughter-in-law, how do you fix this?"

  Yuan Zhaodi was a little flustered.

  Xiao Li is much worse than him, Yuan Zhaodi asked her daughter-in-law about the plan, which was a proper question to Yu Bing.

   After a long while, Mrs. Li opened her mouth carefully and said, "How about, send it to my mother and let my mother help me keep it?"

  Yuan Zhaodi thought for a moment and said, "I'll see it!"

   With so many things, even Yuan Zhaodi, who was in charge at the dock, couldn't handle it.

   But, when Yuan Zhaodi picked up the small box, she stopped again and whispered: "Daughter-in-law, if this is given to my mother for safekeeping, when we return the favor, we are afraid that we will not have enough money!"

  Because the family was not separated, the young couple did not have three melons and two dates in their hands. Although the old man and Zeng gave them some pocket money every year, they didn't save much. Occasionally, some kind of person walks around, either to take money from the public, or to use Xiao Li's dowry.

  The gifts Yuan Zhaodi received this time, Yuan Zhaodi's brother and sister-in-law, must have been paid for by the sister-in-law's dowry money.

   These are to be returned as gifts.

   "Let's talk later!"

  Xiao Li didn't know how to deal with this matter. He said that he would send it to his mother-in-law for safekeeping. In fact, he wanted to borrow this method and ask for a method from his mother-in-law.

  Yuan Zhaodi thought for a while, and ran to the main house holding the small box.

   And when the old lady Zeng Shi heard her son's intention, she immediately waved her hand and said, "It won't work!"

   "This is for Jiaojiao, you can just be your parents' help!"

   "Mother, if so many things are exchanged for silver, I'm afraid there will be dozens of taels. How can we manage it?"

   Dozens of taels of silver, this is an amount that Yuan Zhaodi could not even imagine.

  He works as a steward at the wharf, and his salary is only twenty or two a month. Usually, he has to maintain a relationship. Occasionally, he invites people to eat and drink.

   But even so, his errand is the envy of countless people.

   Don't say anything else, just say that in Linhe Village, Yuan Zhaodi can be regarded as a promising baby.

   Making money is really not easy.

   "Why can't you control it?"

   The old man glared at his son's words, "What's the matter, do you still expect our old couple to be cows and horses for you all your life?"

   "Father, I don't mean it!"

  Yuan Zhaodi was wronged in his heart, did he mean that?

   He doesn't mean that at all, okay?

  The old man didn't care about this, he snorted and said, "I know what you mean, I haven't seen anything in the world, so how many things are there?"

   "If you want to do great things, you need to have a broad vision, see far, and be bold!"

   "You've been working at the dock for two years, and you haven't made much progress. I'm looking forward to your further progress!"

   "Father, see what you said, how capable I am?"

  Yuan Zhaodi didn't dare to think too beautiful, he just achieved the position of stewardship with a little cleverness. In order to keep this position, more than half of his monthly wages were taken away from favors.

   As for climbing up?

  With no one behind him, even if he climbed up, he would be brushed down at some point.

   It’s pretty good now, although there’s not much money in hand, it’s still not a bad day.

   People, be content!

   "Look at how useless you are, get out, get out, get out, I'm annoying when I see you!"

   The old man waved his hands in disgust, chasing people away, not bothering to see them.

   For collection, for collection, for collection, important things, say it three times!

   (end of this chapter)