Rural Shennong

Wang Erde and his gang pointed at Chen Ping with contempt and disdain on their faces.

They all followed Song Jianming all the way, so of course they couldn't see Chen Ping having a good time.

These days Chen Ping is not in the village, they are the loudest.

He said that Chen Pinghu messed around, couldn't pay his wages, and didn't have the face to come back to meet people, so he ran away long ago.

Chen Ping's sudden return surprised them a little.

But they are still not optimistic about Chen Ping's ability to pay wages, because Chen Ping is carrying a broken sack.

Nobody thinks that sacks are for money.

Seeing that there is no bulging on Chen Ping's body, even if he has money in his arms, it is only ten thousand yuan, which is enough for a fart salary.

Amidst the discussions, the workers in the field shed finally arrived.

For a while, Zhang Dayong and others were holding their breath. When they heard the broadcast, they came here full of joy and expectation.

But seeing Chen Ping sitting on the millstone and stepping on a broken sack, their joy and expectation turned into disappointment.

Seeing the frustrated faces of Zhang Dayong and other villagers, Song Jianming sneered and said, "Chen Ping, you are sending money."

"I see that you fart quite loudly. I'm afraid you can't even scare a fly to death?"

Wang Erde and others who had a good relationship with him all laughed.

Chen Ping kicked the sack over, and a lot of colorful bills floated out of the sack.

Those laughter and mocking sounds, like a group of ducks whose necks were suddenly pinched, stopped abruptly.

Everyone was shocked speechless, if the sack was full of money, how much would it be?

At least one hundred thousand, right?

"Laugh, keep laughing!" Chen Ping glanced at Song Jianming, Wang Erde and others: "Today is a happy day for giving out money."

"You can't get any money, so it's good to have a show and have fun with you? Why don't you laugh?"

Song Jianming's face turned from white to red, from red to blue.

When Chen Ping said this, their laughter just now was simply a clown's performance, which made them sick to the core.

Wang Erde's eyes were red: "You can't pay taxes by bragging, who are you bluffing? I don't believe that your sack is full of money."

"I'll just watch here. If you really give away all the money, I'll be your grandson!"

Many big bosses who owe wages to migrant workers do this, pretending to be decent, but in the end they can't come up with a few bucks.

Chen Ping said calmly: "Our Chen family is not rich and powerful."

"But not all messy garbage is eligible to enter the door."

"Want to be my grandson? You are not worthy!"

After finishing speaking, he didn't talk to the blood-red Wang Erde any more.

Zhang Dayong and others couldn't wait.

Everyone lined up automatically and consciously, and Chen Ping handed out money one by one.

At the beginning, Zhang Dayong and others were also worried, wondering if there was so much money in the sack.

Seeing that the people queuing in front had received full wages, their anxiety disappeared in an instant.

What followed was ecstasy.

Zhang Dayong held the banknote under his nose and smelled it: "Tsk tsk, this banknote is really fragrant!"

Aunt Osmanthus is also paid. After receiving her own, she snatched Zhang Dayong's: "Just smell it. I'll buy you two or two small burnt tonight, so you can satisfy your hunger."

Widow Miao looked at Zhang Dayong's unwillingness, and couldn't help but smile: "Brother Zhang, you can be content."

"You can still satisfy your hunger. Some people can only watch their greedy eyes."

As a technical backbone, Huang Dabin has the highest salary. If he does this every month, he will earn more than he earns from farming himself.

"It's not a loss at all to work with Boss Chen!"

Before, Wang Erde and others wanted to see Chen Ping make a fool of himself.

As a result, not only did the family pay the wages in full, but there was still half a sack of money left unpaid.

The eyes of this group of people were red with jealousy, and they regretted it to death.

Originally working with Chen Ping, he could get [-] wages a day.

But after listening to Song Jianming's bewitching, they all went to Liu's house in Shangyanggou.

The wages given by the Liu family are only [-] per day.

Moreover, the Liu family treats them like livestock, and the farm work is exhausting, and they don't necessarily do it every day.

Just like today, they are on holiday.

People are more dead than people, and goods are thrown away.

How could the scene in front of them not make them envious and jealous.

They clearly have the opportunity to do the easiest jobs and receive good salaries.

The chief culprit of all this was Song Jianming.

Song Jianming found that Wang Erde and the others were looking at him in a strange way, and felt terrified.

He laughed dryly and said, "What are you all looking at me for? Taoyuan restaurant is dirty, and it's not like you don't know."

"Chen Ping used to rely on Taoyuan restaurant to save some old money, so he can survive this month."

"Don't let him be fooled. He can't sell food in the city, so can he get a loan to pay his salary next month?"

Hearing this, Wang Erde and others felt that what Song Jianming said was reasonable, so they endured the unhappiness in their hearts.

But the grapes are right in front of my eyes. Seeing other people eating happily, they must say that the grapes are sour if they can't eat the grapes.

"The village chief is right, you can live happily for a month, and next month you can only drink the northwest wind."

"That's right, everyone seems to have never seen money, you should keep the money for the New Year."

Zhang Dayong and the others felt a little worried when they heard these remarks.

But they didn't put their worries on their faces.

It was hard to be proud, even if it was only once, they didn't want to lose their momentum.

"You are just jealous and jealous. It's not until next month, how do you know that Aping won't be able to pay?"

"Let's go, go to work, we must be worthy of the wages given by Aping."

Just as everyone was about to leave, Chen Ping suddenly said, "Wait a minute, are you planning to leave like this?"

Wang Erde laughed and said, "Chen Ping, it's too late for you to regret it now, and you still expect the person who sent the money to come back?"

Chen Ping smiled lightly: "The heart of a villain, the heart of a gentleman, is talking about people like you."

He shook the sack on his hand: "All I paid just now was salary, and the bonus hasn't been paid yet. How can I let everyone go!"

Everyone was in extreme shock.

bonus?The word is too foreign to them.

In the impression of the villagers, only those big factories in the city and people who sit in offices have the idea of ​​bonuses.

Wang Erde's face was slapped, he couldn't say a word, he just looked at Song Jianming with cold eyes.

Song Jianming said disdainfully: "How much money do you have left after hitting a swollen face to make yourself fat? One person pays 35 cents, which is also called a bonus?"

"I'll just watch you pretend. You threw out all your old books in one go today. I'll see how you continue to pretend next month."

Zhang Dayong and the others didn't have much expectations for the bonus, and it is estimated that if one person can pay one hundred, it will be the best.

Chen Ping ignored Song Jianming.

He asked the villagers to line up, and walked to Aunt Osmanthus in the front with a sack: "Auntie, this is your bonus."

Seeing the money Chen Ping handed her, Aunt Osmanthus didn't dare to take it.

"This...it's too much, so I'll just cook a meal, Aping, you really don't have to give me so much."

Not to mention Aunt Osmanthus, even the villagers who were watching were stunned.

That's 1000 yuan. If it were them, they might not dare to accept it.