Jian Shan picked up the pillow on the side and threw it at the man, "Are you disturbing my dream just for this?"
"No, sister-in-law, this is a very serious problem..." "Don't you know that I get up early every morning to send my son to school? I also have to go to the store to help, and when I come back at night, I have to take care of my son until midnight.
It’s been a long day but this afternoon is the only time you can take a break?!”
"Sister-in-law... I have sent someone to pick up young master Linjun... but the brothers really can't reveal the truth?"
"Little ghost... tell me honestly." Jian Shan's eyes narrowed...
"Ah? Ah..."
"Did you go gambling again?"
"..." A strong man shrank instantly, "No, no..."
There is no confidence in what I say.
"I knew it!" Jian Shan said and threw another pillow over!
"Sister-in-law... brothers have been enduring this for more than half a year, and their hands are really itchy..."
"If your hands feel itchy, chop them off!"
"Sister-in-law, don't be like this..."
Jian Shan took a deep breath, stood up, raised her head high and looked at the man in front of her who was a head taller than herself, and stabbed his chest with her fingers, "What I'm going to say next must be passed on to the people below, word for word."
"……yes."
"There are nearly two months left before the Mid-Autumn Festival. Let's not say it's too early for you to worry about it! And you guys, who are either orphans or just wandering around, do you go home during the holidays? Do you have a home? Mid-Autumn Festival
It’s none of your business!”
"We are at the end of our rope? Can't open the pot? You have hands and feet, but you can't even feed yourself or fill your stomach. Are you still men?!"
The little ghost's head fell heavily, and the aggrieved expression was about to cry...
"Am I wrong?" Jian Shan raised his eyebrows and asked.
"Sister-in-law... We have hands and feet, but if you don't let us rob or steal, all the big business will be cut off... We really can't support ourselves anymore..."
"Can't you really make a living?"
"...can't survive."
"real?"
"Hey, sister-in-law..."
"The bun shop that Xiao Lin opened three years ago now has branches. The annual income is not one million, so five or six hundred thousand is not a problem. If we really can't make ends meet, everyone will go to Xiao Lin's house to eat buns."
"...Sister-in-law, you are so cruel..."
"I'm so cruel, why did you come to me?"
The little ghost sniffed...
"The question is whether everyone is as good at making steamed buns as Xiao Lin..."
"Then make steamed buns or spring rolls! Or go to the ferry to unload the goods. If that doesn't work, all the restaurants on the street are looking for waiters. Why don't you serve the dishes?"
"..."
Life is so hard...
"What? Are you going to cry again?"
"...I miss the time when my eldest brother was still here..." Xiao Guigui burst into tears suddenly, "I remember when I followed my eldest brother and enjoyed a lot of food and drink. There were at least four to five thousand brothers. At that time, everyone was frightened by the sound of the cold mountain.
I lost my courage...Now the brothers have scattered and walked away, and there are less than three hundred people...The once majestic Hanling is now a...dumpling shop! There is also a...coffee shop! I think back then...
…”
Jian Shan yawned and listened to the little ghost nagging with emotion for the umpteenth time... She shook her head, leaned on the sofa again, and picked up the newspaper...
"Not only that, when brothers carried guns and knives, no one was afraid of them. When walking on the street, all men, women, and children had to give way. Now it's better... You must wear these tight-fitting clothes when going out.
Not to mention a tamper-proof suit and a clean shirt, you can't even hide a small dagger... When you see an old one, you have to support it, and when you see a young one, you have to give it away. If you want to have a good meal, you have to save money for several days - "
