After a while, Tan Zhengyuan came back in the pouring rain, looking like a drowned rat, with a big bundle of rice plants under his arm.
Seeing his sorry state, Widow Xu hurried to heat some water for him and even stewed a bowl of ginger soup.
The busy farming season hadn't ended yet, and Tan Zhengyuan just couldn't afford to fall ill.
After Tan Zhengyuan took a bath and drank the ginger soup, Widow Xu started to complain.
"That damned Huang Zhong, just because he sees The Fourth Boss's House is well off, he's always kissing up to them. As for us, he looks down his nose, his attitude is just so disgusting,"
Widow Xu grumbled on and on.
Tan Zhengyuan said irritably, "Can't you just let me eat my meal in peace? You gave the money to him, what's the use of complaining to me?"
He had been counting on Widow Xu to default on the payment, but she was completely useless!
"So you want him to drag the rice back? In the end, wouldn't you still have to deliver the copper coins to him?"
