Chapter 173 The injustice comes again

Jiang Wan knew it in her heart. I am afraid that the people above her also thought her statement was too unbelievable. They suspected that she was here to defraud the seeds and take them back to eat. They did not want to hurt her self-esteem as the owner of the charcoal factory, so they came up with the idea of ​​giving her a little bit.

The word for seeds.

To them, it was an unexpected surprise that she could grow it. If she couldn't, they would just leave it to her.

"Okay." Jiang Wan replied, what's the difficulty in growing things? It's better that they don't be scared to death when the time comes.

She hid the matter of space well, and she had no intention of hiding the fact that the soil in space could be used to grow things. She also expected to make a fortune by relying on this.

Anyway, the nutrients contained in the soil cannot be detected with current technology. She is not afraid that others will be curious about her. Just check it out. If you can find the secret of her growing plants, you can grow it.

Jiang Wan went home with a few small bags of seeds. When he went out, he met Yang Zhuoye, who was coming out of the village committee with someone to sell charcoal.

"Xiao Wan, Xiao Wan." Yang Zhuoye caught up with Jiang Wan excitedly and reported the work, "The charcoal from the second kiln of the charcoal factory has come out, and it has been sold for another 30,000 work points. According to the current speed, one kiln is produced every week.

If you can produce four kilns a month, you can earn 120,000 work points a month, 120,000."

Yang Zhuoye's voice became smaller and smaller as he spoke, as if he was afraid that others would hear him. His face was red with excitement. Their family held 15% of the shares, and 15% of 120,000 was equivalent to 18,000.

Even after deducting taxes and labor costs, there is still more than 10,000.

How can anyone not be excited about earning tens of thousands of work points per month? This is not the same concept as earning over 10,000 per month before the end of the world.

"Can you bake a batch so quickly?" This speed is faster than Jiang Wan imagined, and the work points she can earn every month are also higher than she expected.

"Yes, we can earn many, many work points in the future, and we no longer have to worry about how to live our lives. Tsk, tsk, tsk, Xiaowan, I really admire you more and more." Yang Zhuoye kept nagging beside Jiang Wan.

Yang Zhuoye is the happiest when the charcoal factory can make a profit. As the general manager, his status can also rise with the rise of the charcoal factory. Whoever knows him in the future will treat him with respect and courtesy. Yang Zhuoye, who has been working for several years, can now

With such a status, how could he not be excited when someone looked up to him?

"Excellent career and outstanding career."

Yang Zhuoye was grinning when he heard a voice coming from behind him and his smile stopped abruptly.

Jiang Wan on the side teased him, "Your sin has come again."

Looking back, as expected, Wu Lingling trotted towards their direction. She was cleaner now and not as shabby as when she first met her. She was still holding something in her arms, which was protected tightly by her two hands.

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"Zhuo Ye, I got a good thing in the past two days, so I wanted to deliver it to you, but I didn't expect to meet him on the road." Wu Lingling groped in her arms for a while, and took out a small cloth bag.

Opening the three layers inside and outside, he took out a multi-grain steamed bun and handed it to Yang Zhuoye, "Zhuoye, eat it quickly. I roasted it on the fire when I came out. I kept it in my arms. It should still be warm.

Woolen cloth."

Jiang Wan silently stepped aside to watch the show. Yang Zhuoye looked at the multi-grain steamed bun. He looked familiar and took another bite. The taste was also familiar. Isn't this the multi-grain steamed bun issued by the charcoal factory?

"Where did you get it?" Yang Zhuoye asked her.

Wu Lingling said coquettishly, "I asked others who bought them. I heard that eating too many steamed buns can make you hungry and you can still have strength. I thought about buying them for you to try. One steamed bun is worth two cents. My brother asked me for it, and I wanted it.

I'm not willing to give it to him."

"It will make money." Yang Zhuoye looked at the workers who followed him back. Those people seemed to have not seen Yang Zhuoye's eyes and were talking about him.

Most people have done the job of selling steamed buns. After eating too many steamed buns distributed by the charcoal factory, they always feel strong. They no longer feel as soft as before due to malnutrition.

They couldn't tell what was going on. Sometimes they thought it was their own misunderstanding. All the workers felt the same way.

Later, they concluded that steamed buns were made from staple food, and it was normal for them to be stronger than fish jelly cakes. Some people were reluctant to eat them and took them home to sell them.

At the beginning, they sold it for one work point. Later, someone said that if they had some minor illnesses such as a cold, they would be much better after eating some steamed buns, drinking some hot water, and sleeping. When there were more people asking for it, they sold it for two work points.

They couldn't say what was wrong with the steamed buns. Anyway, they felt much better after eating them. As more people bought them, they were willing to sell them.

Two steamed buns a day, which is sixty a month, can be sold for 120 work points. Who can not be tempted, and slowly take out the distributed steamed buns and sell them, which has become a way of making money for them.

Way.

Yang Zhuoye often interacted with those workers and had already figured out what was going on. He thought to himself that he would have to hold a meeting when he went back. If he didn't stop them from selling steamed buns to make money, at least they would eat one themselves to ensure that they had

Work hard.

Wu Lingling secretly glanced at the workers next to her and said, "Zhuo Ye, I heard that there is a charcoal factory in Xiaoquan Village that does pretty good work. Do you know who runs it?"

Wu Lingling was holding her breath in her heart, waiting for Yang Zhuoye to answer. She had already made a close guess. She came to ask today because she wanted to hear Yang Zhuoye's own words.

If Yang Zhuoye really opened it, wouldn't she be the boss's wife in the future? She would be a popular drinker and no longer have to struggle for life? When she thought of this, Wu Lingling's little heart almost jumped out of excitement.

"General Manager, there is still a lot of work in the factory, let's go first." A young man shouted this at the right time and winked at Jiang Wan beside him.

He didn't know about Yang Zhuoye's emotional entanglements. He only saw that this girl must like Yang Zhuoye, otherwise why would she come so far to deliver steamed buns? In order to give Yang Zhuoye face, he only called him General Manager Yang Zhuoye, even the boss standing next to him.

were all shouted.

"That's right, that's right, General Manager, let's leave first."

The people behind started cheering, and after shouting, they actually pulled the cart and left.

Wu Lingling was even more excited now, "Are you really the one who runs the charcoal factory?"

"No, people in the village opened it together." Yang Zhuoye answered while chewing on the steamed buns.

"Zhuo Ye." Wu Lingling held back her excitement and tried to keep her voice as calm as possible, "It's been more than a month. Has your anger subsided? When will we reconcile?"

Yang Zhuoye had no intention of reconciling with her. He just wanted to vent his anger and see Wu Lingling regret it.

In the past month, he had not met Wu Lingling a few times. Every time he met Wu Lingling, she spoke cautiously and followed him in everything.

Most of the anger in his heart had disappeared. After all, there was still a relationship for more than a year. Yang Zhuoye saw that Wu Lingling, who used to be so arrogant, was now so humble, and he had no intention of teasing her anymore.

Let's just say it clearly today, "Wu Lingling, I don't think we are suitable, so it's better not to reconcile. Don't come to me again in the future."

"What? What?" Wu Lingling looked at Yang Zhuoye with wide eyes as if struck by lightning, "Why don't you reconcile? Am I not treating you badly now? I have changed it and I don't lose my temper with you anymore. I will listen to you in everything.

Yes, why don’t you reconcile?”

"You are very kind to me now, but some things just happen. A few years ago, you broke up with me because you didn't buy a house. When we were together, you broke up with me even if you didn't send you red envelopes or gifts during the holidays.

On weekdays, when you encounter unsatisfactory situations elsewhere, you take your anger out on me. Our relationship has long been worn away by you and cannot be restored." Yang Zhuoye's voice was not loud, and he could hear every word in Wu Lingling's heart.

It was like a hammer hitting her heart.

"But I have obviously changed, and you have accepted the gold I gave you. Now you say you are not going to reconcile. Why are you treating me like a fool? Do you think you are great now, so you don't look down on me?

?I didn’t think you were poor at first?” Wu Lingling shouted at the top of her lungs, tears streaming down her eyes.

Yang Zhuoye was angry at her, "You did something wrong. Should I forgive you if you change it? Those gold jewelry should have been returned to me when you said you wanted to break off the engagement years ago. You defaulted on the debt and didn't pay it back. Is it wrong to give it to me?"

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Also, don’t say that I don’t like you. Did you like me before? Now you are chasing me for nothing. Do you really like me or because of something else? You should know better than me!”

Wu Lingling was speechless by what Yang Zhuoye said. She could only hold on to Yang Zhuoye's clothes and cry, "I really like you now. It's not the way you think. Let's make peace."

After crying for a long time, when she saw Yang Zhuoye standing there indifferently, still looking at her coldly, she knew that this time there was really no chance. The cry in her mouth changed to yelling, "You bastard, you are making fun of my feelings.

, you will not die well."

Yang Zhuoye stared at her coldly and laughed, "Why, now you finally reveal your true face. This is because you keep saying you like me. Who would curse the person they like to die miserably?"

"No, I." Wu Lingling knew that she said something wrong and wanted to explain something.

Yang Zhuoye didn't give her another chance to explain, "Wu Lingling, you are unkind, and I cannot be unjust. After I went back, I asked your father to report to the third district of the resettlement center. I found a job for him there, and I earned enough money every month.

To support your family, this is the last thing I do for you. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other."

Yang Zhuoye shouted to Jiang Wan to leave, leaving Wu Lingling standing there at a loss. She wanted to go forward and make trouble, but she was afraid that her father's job would be lost. She could get a fixed salary every month at the resettlement center, and others asked for help.

Can't even ask for it.

Not making trouble, I felt very aggrieved. I stood there in silence for a long time, and went home crying with runny nose and tears.

"Are you not ruthless? You are preparing a way out." Jiang Wan laughed at him.

Yang Zhuoye felt uncomfortable, "After all, it's been a relationship for more than a year."

He originally thought that revenge on Wu Lingling would make him happy, but in the end he felt uncomfortable in his heart.
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