After a while, Uncle Huang had brought back all of Tan Zhengyuan's rice.
Widow Xu, unaware of the situation, gratefully said, "Uncle Huang, you are so kind, helping me out knowing my family's circumstances."
As she spoke, she also glanced at the west wing room, meaning that he was much better than those so-called brothers.
Uncle Huang said expressionlessly, "Three Wen Money, pay the money before unloading the cargo."
"Three Wen Money? Why are you still charging money? And it's so expensive!" Widow Xu exclaimed in shock.
"Of course I should get paid for working for your family."
Uncle Huang couldn't help but find it amusing—Tan Zhengyuan and Widow Xu... he could only say that if they weren't one family, they wouldn't enter the same door; their love for taking advantage of any little benefit was all the same.
No wonder Zheng Hong asked him to suffer for a few days, to help transport the bricks and tiles back.
