Wen Mosheng even raised the radish seedling in his hand and said, "This is not grass, how can there be radish?" He had never been to a field before, so how could he know which was grass and which was radish seedling! In his impression, radishes were big, white, and sticky. How could there be such small grass?

Fengli slapped him on the shoulder: "Give it here! Second-generation rich man, can you pull weeds? You can only pull vegetables!"

His stern face frowned: "What?"

He didn't understand what Fengli wanted! He didn't even know what she wanted in the true sense. He only knew that Nong Erya loved money the most.

"My radish seedlings! They are precious. Can you afford to pay for them?" Fengli jumped up and snatched the radish seedlings from his hand. Then he dug the soil with his hands and planted the seedlings. While planting, he taught him a lesson: "The second generation of the rich, either you stand and watch, or drive your car back! You are causing trouble for me here!"

Nong Erya dared to look down on him, and his face turned even colder! "You are here facing the earth and your back is facing the sky, but you don't know that your lover is having a good time outside!"

Feng Li was a little confused. What was wrong with this stingy rich second generation today? He kept talking about his lover all the time. What on earth did he want to do? "Brother Ben, I don't have a lover, I only have a scumbag husband! What do they do? It's none of my business, and it's none of your business! If you keep talking too much, I'll kick you!" Feng Li was obviously angry.

Feng Li didn't know, he was talking about Liu Duan, because a few days ago, he saw Liu Duan talking to beautiful women on the road on his way home, and the women even took the initiative to pull him.

She actually said that she didn't have a lover, so what was the reason for his good relationship with her? Seeing that Fengli didn't care, Wen Mosheng was happy for some reason. He picked up Little Trumpet and said, "It's good that you are not a lover! Come on, Trumpet, I'll take you to KFC!"

"Brother Tun, Sister Pian! Come together!" He waved to Tun Tun and Pian Pian again.

"Mom? Aunt?" The two children looked at Fengli with longing eyes.

Why not let someone help you take care of your children? Their children can't do much work in the fields? Just dabble in it. So he waved his hand and said, "Go ahead! You are a rich second generation, don't lead my child astray?"

"Don't worry, at most you'll just get a stomachache!"

Wen Mosheng was in a particularly good mood at this time.

Fengli's mother limped over and said, "Hey, Boss Wen, Boss Wen, whether you eat well or not is a small matter, but you have to pay attention to safety. Safety comes first, understand? Everyone should pay attention to this!"

"I know, I know, Auntie, don't worry, don't worry!" Tuntun and Pianpian followed Wen Mosheng to the embankment. Wen Mosheng opened the back seat and waited for Tuntun and Pianpian to climb up before he put the small trumpet on it and fastened their seat belts...

The Fengli family pulled weeds while watching Wen Mosheng drive away safely. Only then did they concentrate.

The villager who was hired to pull the weeds looked at Fengli and asked, "Young boss, who is that tall, rich and handsome man to you? He is so kind to you!"

Feng Li didn't want to publicize it, she smiled and said: "He is a friend of mine, although he is a rich second-generation! But he is also a prodigal! He squandered a lot of his father's money! Your children must not learn from him!"

Everyone who was helping out laughed. An old man said, "We would like to do that, but we don't have the money to spend on him. How can we have such a blessing?"

Fengli's father laughed and comforted her: "We can earn more money at home now than we can working outside! If you just follow my daughter, I believe that within two years, you will be rubbing your shoulders and backs when you are away from home!"

"Haha, the boss's father is really good at talking! You said there is something to do here every day, which is good enough! How much money can you make from doing it every few days? It's just enough to fill your stomach!

"Although it's only 100 yuan a day, if you work in the countryside, you can earn money every day, so the annual income is not small! It's ten times more than farming on your own. But the key is that you don't get to do this work every day!

Feng Li smiled and said, "Uncles and uncles, different jobs have different prices! For example, light work like sowing and weeding costs 100 yuan a day! But carrying manure and applying fertilizer is different!"

"Carrying manure? Where do we carry manure? How much is the labor cost?"

"This is hard work!" Some people frowned. If it was 100 yuan, they would consider not doing it. After all, they are old and can't do much?

"Do what you can! The wage for carrying manure and applying fertilizer is 200 a day!" As soon as the price of pineapple was announced, they all burst into laughter!

"I'll pay for this!"

"I'm coming too! When?"

Fengli piled the grass aside and said, "After weeding, we can start fertilizing!"

Everyone was anxious after hearing this: "Where can we find the manure?"

Fengli had already thought about it! Doesn't every household have a septic tank? She asked with a smile: "Can you donate your septic tank?"

The people who came to help looked at each other and thought, why is this impossible? It would be a waste if it was just left there. But they hesitated and didn't know what to say.

Fengli laughed again: "Come on, I'll buy it from you for one dollar a load! How about that? It's okay now, right?"

They didn't expect Fengli to buy their manure. Why not make money? I have at least 40 or 50 dan of manure in my own septic tank. They were very happy to make money from it.

Fengli thinks that buying fertilizer with money can motivate them. He says that it takes at least half an hour to fertilize in the morning. At most, they can do 20 loads a day. In order to earn more, they will work overtime, and their work efficiency will double! They are happy to work and happy to earn money...

Before Wen Mosheng and his children reached the city by car, his cell phone started ringing.

"Uncle Bad Guy, your cell phone is ringing!" the three kids in the back seat said to him at the same time!

Wen Mosheng's mouth distorted: "Don't call me bad guy uncle in the future! Will bad guys take you to eat delicious food?"

Little Trumpet pouted and said, "What did uncle call you then? I have a brother now, so I can't call you brother! And I have a handsome father, so I can't call you dad either!"

"What? Wait! Let me take a call first!" Wen Mosheng felt heavy-hearted when he heard that she had a handsome father. He must find out who the father of this beautiful girl is.

He picked up the phone: "Hello!"

Wen Jiahao's scolding voice came from the phone: "Where have you been, you little brat?"

"Oh, Dad, he's at the headquarters!" I thought my dad was at home.

An angry voice came from the other end, "Where are you? Where are you? Are you invisible?"

"Dad, are you at headquarters? I'll be right back!"

"What are you doing? Don't mess around outside, okay?"

"Look at what you said, is your son such a person? I invited three little guests to KFC, do you want to join us?"

"Three little guests?" The other end of the phone paused for a moment: "Are they Fengli's three little darlings?"

"Yeah! Smart!"

Wen Jiahao actually laughed and praised: "Oh, of all the things you have done, this is the most correct thing! Hurry up and bring them home, so that your mother can have some fun too!"

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