Fishing and Hunting 82, Starting with Three Sisters Who Overprotect Their Brothers

"I do not want."

Zhang Wenhui glanced at it briefly and then looked away without the slightest lingering affection.

Zhang Fengxia quickly added, "It's all your money, you don't need to give any to us."

"I came up with the idea, so we'll split it in half. You guys do the work, so you should all get paid. Parents and brother-in-law get paid too."

Zhang Wenshan ignored their refusals and distributed the items himself.

"The third sister did less work and got two cents, while the eldest sister did more work and got five cents."

"What? Are you trying to distance yourself from us?" Zhang Wenhui frowned, her voice turning colder.

Zhang Fengxia also became anxious: "Why are you being so distant with your own family? Shouldn't we help you?"

"It's not a heretical practice, but if you put in the effort, you deserve a reward!" Zhang Wenshan's face hardened, his voice deepening. "I plan to work here long-term. Can you just keep doing this every day without paying me?"

"Why not!"

"Can't you live like this anymore? Where are the children? Where is my brother-in-law? What about the work in the fields?"

"I can manage!"

"With the volume of goods increasing several times over, dozens or even hundreds of kilograms to buy and sell, will we be busy day and night?"

Zhang Fengxia lowered her head, her shoe toes tapping the ground repeatedly, and stopped making a sound.

"Suppose someone asks you to do work for them, without pay, and you work from dawn till dusk, giving them your whole heart?" Zhang Wenshan continued to press.

"How can they be the same?"

"It's no different. Whether you want to take care of me, buy me things, or lend me money, that's something that happens after you get paid for your work."

Zhang Wenshan looked at his third sister as he spoke.

"You're studying accounting, you should understand the principles behind this."

Zhang Wenhui stood frozen in place.

It wouldn't be surprising if these words came from classmates, teachers, the brigade secretary, or even parents, but it was my younger brother who said them.

Zhang Wenhui nodded, then asked疑惑地, "What does the extra dollar mean?"

"You can't just ask around about things without paying anything in return; you have to pay something else, and sometimes the price is even higher."

Zhang Wenshan stuffed the money into his third sister's hand.

"Was it also taught by your master?" Zhang Wenhui murmured twice, feeling increasingly alarmed as she thought about it, and she gained many insights.

"I spent at least half a year working at the agricultural machinery factory."

Zhang Wenshan said calmly.

"You'll understand naturally when you start working. Now, hurry up and go."

"I won't give the rest back to you." Zhang Wenhui shook her head and ran into the distance with light steps.

"Little brother, I still think..."

"You don't need to think what I think, just listen to me."

Zhang Wenshan interrupted his elder sister.

My third sister is educated, has seen the world, has many new ideas, and is good at reasoning.

My eldest sister lives in the countryside, and her traditional values ​​are deeply ingrained.

He simply made the decision directly.

Having grown up in an orphanage in his past life, he knew all too well how important money was, and he understood the embarrassment and inferiority of being penniless.

Holding onto money without spending it is like having no money at all, or being completely empty-handed when facing people and situations.

It feels like a world of difference

He doesn't dislike Voldemort's sister.

But I don't want to see my sister sacrifice herself, stay at home in her small world and never get out, forever stuck at the bottom of society.

Zhang Fengxia tilted her head and thought for a moment, then her eyes suddenly lit up: "Then I'll save them up and give them to you later."

"Whatever you want." Zhang Wenshan waved his hand, turned around and walked towards Zhao Dezhu. "Brother Zhao, sorry to have kept you waiting."

"It's alright, it's alright," Zhao Dezhu waved his hands repeatedly. "Shall we find a place, brothers, and grab a bite?"

"I'm afraid we'll have to wait a while longer," Zhang Wenshan said deliberately.

Zhao Dezhu looked troubled, and his men whispered behind him, "Brother Zhao, didn't you say the cage needed to be moved?"

"Alright, everyone else go back first, don't touch the cage, Fourth and Fifth Brothers stay here," Zhao Dezhu said through gritted teeth after a moment's thought.

Seeing that everyone was unwilling, his face darkened, and he said coldly, "If you don't listen to me, then break up and do it yourselves."

After saying that, Zhao Dezhu ignored the others and said to Zhang Wenshan, "Brother, is there anything else? We brothers are all strong enough."

If you can catch river crabs and shrimp, that's considered quite a skill.

That bow-fishing technique is simply enviable.

He calculated that if he could learn it, the entire fishing group's income could more than double.

Selling to supply and marketing cooperatives and purchasing stations is simply because fish die quickly out of water and cannot be transported far.

If I could live for just two more hours, I could earn more money.

"Let's go to the state-run restaurant," Zhang Wenshan said casually. "They ordered a few fish from me there too."

He winked at his older sister.

The siblings have worked together many times and have developed a good understanding of each other.

Zhang Fengxia tacitly revealed the remaining three small-scaled fish from the fish basket.

The morning sunlight shines down.

Three streaks of silver light flashed out in a flash, instantly becoming the most eye-catching sight on the street.

"Wow! What a big fish!"

"They look so fresh! What kind of variety is this? I've never seen it before!"

Passersby were amazed and couldn't help but stop to watch.

Zhao Dezhu and his gang were completely stunned, their eyes glazed over.

"Bro, didn't you say these things are rare and you can't catch many?"

"That's what my grandfather wrote in his notebook."

Zhao Dezhu swallowed hard and stammered.

"I caught one a few years ago, and it smelled amazing. Now, I can't even find a trace of it anymore."

"Brother, did he just say... the state-run restaurant placed an order?"

"Okay, it seems so."

As soon as he finished speaking, the few people who had been reluctant to leave suddenly surrounded him.

"State-run restaurants are just as adept at operating as supply and marketing cooperatives!"

"Nonsense, foreign trade purchase orders come in waves, and we don't even know how much or what they want. State-owned restaurants are much more reliable."

"Hey bro, how much stuff does the state-run restaurant need?"

One person couldn't hold back any longer and asked directly.

"Xu the Cripple, shut up!" Zhao Dezhu's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly scolded him. Then, turning around, he said apologetically, "Brother, he didn't mean anything by it."

"Brother Zhao, bring these two men and come with me!"

Zhang Wenshan remained expressionless, uttered a single sentence, and led his sister straight ahead.

"If you mess things up when we get back, I'll kill you. You lot, get lost."

Zhao Dezhu glared fiercely at Xu the Cripple, then hurriedly led two of his trusted men to chase after him.

"Brother Zhang! Wait for me!"

……

Fifteen minutes later, at the state-run restaurant.

"I knew I hadn't misjudged you. You're quite capable. Three fish, two pounds and two ounces. Here's a dollar and fifty cents for you, three dollars and thirty cents in total, please."

"What should I order? Don't I trust Sister Wu?"

"You've got a sweet tongue, kid. It's a pity that the big one wasn't quite big enough, otherwise I could have given you two pieces."

"Then I'll really get a big one, you can't refuse it."

Wu Xia glanced around, leaned closer and whispered, "Things went very smoothly. The higher-ups love it, so you can rest assured."

"We guarantee the mission will be completed."

"Stop joking around, tell your friend to hurry up and eat the noodles, or they'll get soggy."

Zhang Wenshan returned to his seat.

Zhao Dezhu and the others sat there blankly, their noodles untouched.

"Eat up, don't be shy."

Ignoring everything else, Zhang Wenshan picked up his chopsticks and started eating. He was really hungry, having been busy since morning.

Zhao Dezhu remained silent for a long time.

The young man next to him couldn't help but ask, "Hey bro, no, brother, why do you act like you're home when you go into a state-run restaurant?"

The other one nodded vigorously as well.

"Even the pork cracklings are given more than others."