"My grandma said Ye Lan was not so stupid at home every day. She wanted Sister Zhaodi to take her to work. It would be fine if she earned as much as she earned. As long as she was not idle at home."

Ye Qingqing smiled and said good things, and sent snacks and sour wine.

Zhaodi frowned. She didn't want to agree. Ye Lan was not the one who worked at all. She might cause trouble for her when she went to the factory.

But her mother was moved by the things and responded, "Okay, they are all neighbors, so I should help each other. Let Ye Lan and Zhaodi go to work tomorrow morning!"

"Hey, I'll go back and tell my grandma, Sister Zhaodi, my grandma said, Ye Lan has arrived at the factory. If she doesn't do well, come back and tell my grandma that my grandma will teach Ye Lan a lesson and not let her cause trouble for Sister Zhaodi."

Ye Qingqing said a lot of good things and made Zhaodi and her family very happy. Then she said goodbye and went home.

When she left, she couldn't help but look at Zhaodi's hand that was picking up vegetables. The delicate and tender hands that should have been green girl were now covered with scars after scars, and were stained with paint that could not be washed off, and the paint penetrated into the scars.

A pair of hands that can be comparable to Old Mrs. Ye.

But one is a girl who is only nineteen years old, and the other is an old woman who is in her sixties.

Ye Qingqing sighed. Zhaodimu's mother favored boys over girls. Zhaodi worked hard in her previous life, and she was as tired as a dog. She paid all her salary and did not keep a penny. But when she got married, her parents only bought a very shabby dowry, and they didn't even have a box line.

All the money was left to Zhaodi's parents for her son, Zhaodi's younger brother.

Zhaodi's life in her previous life was not very good. Because her dowry was too shabby, she had a low status in her husband's family. In addition, the leather shoe factory was not profitable and went bankrupt. Zhaodi lost her job and the street business was at home, so her husband's family became more and more disgusted with her.

Ye Qingqing was not sure about what happened next. She was in jail, but she didn't think she would have been doing too well.

Ye Qingqing's thoughts moved slightly, but did not leave immediately, but waited at the entrance of the alley. Zhaodi's meal time was very short, and at most ten minutes, she would rush to the factory to work overtime, without stopping.

Not long after, Zhaodi hurried out, chewing the food in her mouth, and she was flying. Ye Qingqing blocked her. Zhaodi was surprised and thought Ye Qingqing was worried about Ye Lan's affairs, so she said, "Tomorrow at 7 o'clock, you ask Ye Lan to wait for me here. I will take her to the factory to meet the workshop director."

"Well, thank you Sister Zhaodi."

Ye Qingqing trotted behind Zhaodi, and spoke in her mind for a long time, but didn't know how to say it tactfully, so she simply told a story.

"Sister Zhaodi, let me tell you a story. My classmates and sisters are as diligent as Sister Zhaodi. They paid all the wages they earned, but they didn't leave a penny. Later, my classmates and sister got married, and their parents left all the money to their son. The dowry was very shabby, which made my classmates and sister unable to hold their heads up at their husband's house..."

Ye Qingqing ran and said, stammeringly finished the story. Seeing Zhaodi thinking about something, she smiled and said, "I want me to tell you that my classmate is a pitiful person, but there are also hateful things. Why pay all the salary? Isn't it enough to keep some of it yourself? Sister Zhaodi, am I right?"

Zhaodi looked at her deeply. She was not a fool, so how could she not hear what Ye Qingqing meant? This was a metaphor for her!

Will my father and mother really treat her like that?

Thinking of the unlimited love for my parents and mothers for their younger brother, Zhaodi was panicked and had a bad premonition. She planned to look back and try her parents' words and act according to the opportunity.

"I get it, thank you!"
Chapter completed!