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How could Ye Qingqing know that the old lady would have so many little Jiujiu in her heart, since the old lady doesn't like traveling, then give her money to spend in the future, and do whatever she wants!

Just because the old lady is protecting her and Xiaotong now, Ye Qingqing is willing to honor the old lady.

"Grandma, how much money do you think Ye Lan earned today?" Ye Qingqing rolled her eyes and ran to the kitchen to chat with the old lady, deliberately mentioning Ye Lan and the banknotes that the old lady was most interested in.

The old lady's hand picking vegetables paused, her face thoughtful, "The leather shoe factory is about to get off work, right? When Ye Lan comes back, you can ask Zhao Di."

"Hey!"

Ye Qingqing thought so too. In fact, she didn't need to ask Zhao Di to know that Ye Lan couldn't make much money, but she didn't expect Ye Lan to make money at all, she just wanted to see Ye Lan suffer.

"Grandma Ye is at home?" A voice sounded in the yard, which sounded familiar.

Ye Qingqing and the old lady rushed out at the same time, but it was Zhao Di. She was followed by Ye Lan, who was timid. Her eyes were red and swollen, her white shirt was full of stains, her face was also dirty, and her hands were much better. scars.

"Sister Zhao Di, sit in the room quickly." Ye Qingqing greeted warmly.

"I'm not going in. I have to go to work in a while. I'll leave after I tell you."

Zhao Di was in a dilemma. After hesitating for a while, she glanced at Ye Lan and said, "That's the case. Our lady boss asked me to tell you so that Ye Lan doesn't have to go to work tomorrow. 35xs"

"Don't have to go to work? Why?" The old lady jumped in a hurry.

Zhao Di glanced at Ye Lan again, and said tactfully, "Ye Lan doesn't talk about her slow hands and feet, and she loves cleanliness very much. Our leather shoe factory is too dirty and tiring, and Ye Lan can't handle it."

The old lady understood as soon as she heard it, her eyes gleamed fiercely, and she looked at Ye Lan fiercely, it must be this little **** who refused to work hard.

Just like the former landlord Lao Cai, no one likes a lazy long-term worker. For a diligent worker like her, everyone is rushing to invite her to work, and it is too late.

"Sister Zhaodi, talk to the proprietress and give Ye Lan another chance, okay?" Ye Qingqing said good things, she didn't want Ye Lan to come back and enjoy her happiness, at least she had to work in the leather shoe factory for a year and a half. Scrub this bitch.

Zhao Di shook her head again and again, and said unhappily, "Ye Lan didn't talk about her work today, and she also damaged a few tools. It was me and the proprietress who talked nicely, so that Ye Lan didn't lose money, and I can bear the burden of letting Ye Lan continue to work. No responsibility."

She paused for a while, and then said, "Yelan in the shoe factory is really not suitable. Why don't you guys find a light job for her? I'll go to work first."

After saying that, Zhao Di hurriedly left, and disappeared after a while.

Ye Qingqing frowned, the shoe factory couldn't continue, where else could Ye Lan go?

Baixiao lost two catties of dim sum and a bottle of soju, which is more than ten yuan!

"Grandma, Ye Lan is so useless. She didn't make any money, and even broke all the tools in the factory. Fortunately, Sister Di has a lot of face, otherwise we would have to lose money."

Ye Qingqing deliberately fanned the flames and burned several pots of oil on the old lady's head, the fire rushed up, and the old lady's eyes became more and more fierce.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Ye Lan clasped her arms tightly, and pleaded crying, "Grandma, I've worked... You see my hands are broken and there is a lot of blood..."

She stretched out her scarred hand. There were several blood openings on the original white hand, and black pigment penetrated into the wrinkles of the skin. In just one day, Ye Lan's hand immediately disappeared from Miss Qianjin's slender hand. Become the glorious hand of the laborers.