"Everyone else can work. When I asked him to work, he couldn't do it properly—the seedlings in the greenhouse died off in large patches after he pruned them." An Shuchao regretted it deeply; he should never have agreed to this in the first place.
Now, it really was just like An Ping said, inviting the deity is easy, sending him away is hard.
"So you just let him supervise the loading of the trucks?"
"Yeah! I can't just let him hang around doing nothing and still pay him, right?"
"Forget it, for now, let's just leave it at this. Hurry and help me pick another truckload of vegetables to deliver to the military." As for his issue with Qin Fen, they would settle accounts later.
"What's going on? Why are we in such a rush?" An Shuchao became tense seeing An Ping so anxious, "It's not because there's something wrong with our vegetables, is it?"
