The unlucky guy was reborn as a lucky girl from a farm

The aunt was a little conflicted. What the bailiff said made sense. Four cents a day could be of great use if kept in normal times. Besides, there were not many ways for a woman to make money. If she missed the opportunity, she would lose it all. But she was really unwilling to serve the old lady who had a weak leg and a foul mouth.

I feel annoyed just by looking at her appearance and listening to her talk.

Although the money her husband earned from work was enough for the family's daily expenses, this time he contracted the disease and fell ill, and she didn't know whether he could survive. If he didn't, the family's little financial resources would not be able to support them for long.

There are still several children to take care of, so it would be better for her to earn some money before remarrying, so as to avoid living on empty-handed every day and becoming skinny and unable to find a good husband.

Anyway, you are getting paid to do the job, so as long as you make the old lady clean, it will be fine. As for listening to her nonsense, you can just finish the work and leave. You don't have the time to stay with her all the time. Besides, you have to serve your own man.

Suddenly I felt a little sympathy for the old lady's family. I could hide, but they couldn't. Their ears must suffer every day. No wonder no one came to serve them. I can understand them a little bit now.

When the bailiff saw that the aunt did not reply, he thought the matter was over and planned to ask the old lady's family.

Just as I was about to leave, I felt a strong force pulling me back.

"Hey~"

My aunt quickly let go of my hand and said, "I was too anxious."

I looked around and luckily no one saw it. Men and women should not touch each other. It would be embarrassing if my man heard it.

But this yamen runner looked handsome. He had a job that could make money but he was still thinking about himself... I didn't dare to think about it anymore and got down to business.

"Can't you add a little more? Tell me another number and I'll see if it's okay. If it's okay, you don't have to go through the trouble of making another trip in this hot weather."

The yamen runner didn't want to go either. It was a bit unreasonable to serve the old lady for four cents. "Five cents, no more."

When my aunt heard this, her eyes lit up. The more money the better. Who would complain about having too much money?

"Okay, leave this job to me. I promise to take good care of the old lady."

The bailiff nodded and said that his aunt worked very efficiently and should have no problem taking care of two people. If that didn't work, he could think of other ways.

"If you can't take care of it, be sure to tell me, don't force yourself."

The aunt nodded. These words really touched people's hearts. The more she looked at the yamen runner, the more she liked him.

The old lady was already fast asleep, but her sleep was not serene. It was not known whether it was because she had changed her place or because there was no one familiar around her, but her brows were sometimes furrowed and sometimes relaxed.

After just a while, the eldest son started missing his mother. He wondered if she was being well taken care of over there, whether she had water to drink when she was thirsty, or food to eat when she was hungry.

The whole person looked listless and was sighing.

The eldest son's wife saw this and knew that he was feeling sad. After all, that was his own mother. She had contracted the disease and was carried away. There was no one at home to take care of her. Who would feel good in this situation?

There is no need to comfort her. If you feel sorry for your mother, just go and take care of her yourself. There is no point in sighing and complaining. It is useless.

But I feel much more comfortable now. I haven't felt so relaxed in a long time. Without the old lady around, not only do I not have to do so much work, but I also have peace and quiet. I don't bother to pay attention to the boss, who might just be doing that for me.

The eldest brother secretly glanced at his wife a few times and felt a little anxious. Why hadn't she come over yet? Normally, she would have come over to ask what was going on.

I sighed until I felt tired and dizzy. After all, it took some effort to make my wife, who didn't live very close to me, hear me.

The eldest son's wife sat there leisurely, looking at the sky and the clouds floating away one by one. There was nothing else to do. It would be nice if she could live like this forever.

No need to fetch water or cook, no need to serve the old lady and get scolded.

Seeing that this trick didn't work, the eldest brother walked a few steps towards his wife and sat down.

"Wife, don't you miss your mother?"

The eldest brother's wife sneered in her heart, what nonsense is he asking? I think he knows exactly how the old lady treats me. How could he ask such a question? Could he have been infected with the disease and his brain was burned out?

He was so scared that he quickly reached out and touched the boss's forehead.

The eldest brother angrily slapped his wife's hand away and asked, "What are you doing?"

The other party was not annoyed, and looked at the boss with a smile in his eyes, "Let me see if you have a fever."

The boss turned around angrily and said, "No, I'm fine."

"I'm glad you're alright."

The eldest brother became a little annoyed when he saw that his wife didn't respond. How could he make her willingly serve his mother? His mother was alone over there, without any relatives or anyone to take care of her. She had a leg injury and was sick. She might be crying now.

You can't be angry with your wife. What if you can make her happy and willing to serve my mother? Besides, my wife is soft-hearted. If you talk to her about the difficulties my mother may encounter, maybe she will agree to it. If you are angry with her, this result will definitely not happen.

"Wife, do you think my mother will suffer over there?"

The eldest son's wife glanced at him. Normally, he couldn't hold back a word, but now he was talking so much. It could be considered that he was filial. Obviously, he was the old lady's biological son, but he wanted others to perform filial piety. It was laughable.

"You will definitely not suffer any harm, don't worry."

I didn't hear what I wanted to hear, and I was overwhelmed by thinking about how to guide my wife so that she would agree with me.

"Why do you say that."

The eldest son's wife lay on the ground with her hands behind her head, looking very comfortable. Since she married the eldest son, such days have become very rare.

"Don't you know when your mother has suffered a loss?"

The eldest brother felt that what his wife said made some sense, but there was still something wrong.

"But now she is ill."

The eldest brother's wife thought it was so interesting to talk to the eldest brother. The two of them talked back and forth, with hidden secrets. Each of them had their own little thoughts. It all depended on who would win in the end.

"It's okay. Even if you're sick, you won't suffer any loss."

The boss was a little surprised, "How can you be so sure?"

The eldest daughter-in-law raised her eyebrows and said, "Because the bailiffs didn't come."

He looked at his wife with a puzzled look, "What does it have to do with the yamen runners?"

The eldest son's wife had no choice but to start making up stories, trying to make them sound true, in order to fool the eldest son and get him to never mention it again, at least for a period of time, and everything would be fine.

"Of course it is related. Think about it, he came here for only two reasons."

The eldest brother scratched his head and couldn't figure it out. "Which two things?"

"The First Lady bullied others and couldn't handle it, so she came to us to solve it."