Li Fengmei puzzledly said, "Why did you only leave a few cabbages? There's no way we can go through the winter without at least fifty of them and we also need to pickle some spicy cabbage."
"Xiangmin wanted a barrel of pickled cabbage, I had no choice but to pull them all out for that," Wang Ping said somewhat wronged.
Gu Xiaobei didn't respond. In the first place, this was a case of one willing to beat and the other willing to endure.
Li Fengmei, straightforwardly stated, "Why are you so naive? Her own land lies vacant under the sun, and she doesn't even know to sow some seeds. She's just taking advantage of you."
Wang Ping, being soft-spoken, helplessly, replied, "What could I do when she put it that way, I didn't have the heart to refuse her."
"You're just like a ripe persimmon, easily squeezed by the whim of others." Li Fengmei voiced in frustration.
