A Fully-Leveled Bigshot Builds a Farm with Her Family After Transmigrating

  Chapter 129 Jam Jam

   Process is not important.

  The result is finally.

   But unavoidably, a chill rose from the soles of his feet.

   It's a feeling of powerlessness after a false alarm.

  Shen Nanwei took a deep breath and comforted herself that the matter did not happen...

   And she decided to make a clean break with her previous life.

right.

broken!

  The imperial concubine of the Imperial Palace is dead.

  Now there is only Shen Nanwei, a flower in the village.

  Lu Jingzhi: "He said he had a lot of money, so I stopped."

   Immediately, several pairs of eyes lit up.

  Lu Jingzhi: "..."

  Look, she is not alone in thinking this way.

  Shen Nanwei laughed: "The money of the Bai family in the imperial capital is not easy to get."

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  In the next few days, Lu Jingzhi was responsible for transporting various fruits from the deep mountains every day.

  Jiang Wunian cooks jam at home.

  The firewood is still delivered by men who live alone, and they earn more money selling firewood than day laborers.

   Just when the family thought that rumors were about to start in the village again, Jiang Tanyue settled the matter.

  She hired someone to dig a well in the yard.

   But it took a while to get it right.

  Washing fruit still needs to carry water.

  She went to see Aunt Zheng and An Shi, and shared her thoughts. The next day, the two selected a group of women from the village to help.

  In their view, having such a job is beyond their dreams.

  It’s just a simple job of picking water and washing fruits, and the wages for a day are as high as those of the men in the town who do heavy labor—if anyone dares to gossip about Jiang’s third house, they will have trouble with them!

  The day before this group of people came, Lu Jingzhi had already filled the available pots at home with fruits.

  The back basket does not hold much each time, but she has a magic weapon for cheating—space.

  Although only a small area can be used, it is enough.

  The weather has been getting hotter recently.

  The wind that blows also has a dry and hot temperature.

  The wheat waves are surging—the wheat is almost harvested.

   Hurry up and make jam, because once the time comes, every household will be busy.

  The women were chatting with their mouths, but their hands were not slow. The always deserted village was full of laughter and laughter.

  Work efficiency is called a high one—it is true that wages are paid according to the number of days and not according to the workload, but Jiang Tanyue also said that the person who works the most every day will be paid an extra three pennies.

  Who doesn't want to be number one?

  Lazy?

nonexistent.

"Me! I arrived first!" The swarthy boy Lu Fengshou put down the panting panting, and before he could catch his breath, he changed to an empty pannier and rushed out of the yard again, "Be sure to remember clearly, Remember which basket I am in..."

  He ran away, and another boy came. It was Gao Yuan who was thrown into the water by Lu Jingzhi last time, but was not found by his family.

  He was a lot thinner than other children, and he didn't speak, and his face was flushed when he ran, and he ran away when he put on an empty basket.

   One after another, many children came down from the mountain and ran back and forth.

  Lu Jingzhi teased Jiang Tanyue, saying that she "hired child labor", but their efficiency is not low.

  In fact, Lu Jingzhi can carry things back even after walking several times. It is not tiring, but it is a waste of time.

  Simply, Jiang Tanyue tried to gather the brats together.

   Make the best use of everything.

  The children who hate dogs run around all day, full of energy, as long as the process is happy, they can do anything.

   Not to mention that Jiang Tanyue paid them wages.

   Even if you don’t give them, two pieces of candy can coax a group of children to work.

  Although Mr. Jiang used to be a capitalist, he still does not squeeze the value of children.