Chapter 225 Ye Lan Was Returned

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Ye Qingqing didn't know that the old lady would have so many small things in her heart, since the old lady doesn't like to travel, then give her money in the future, just do what she likes!

Just because the old lady is protecting her and Xiaotong now, Ye Qingqing is willing to honor the old lady.

"Grandma, how much money do you think Ye Lan earned today?" Ye Qingqing rolled her eyes, ran to the kitchen to chat with the old lady, and deliberately mentioned Ye Lan and the money that the old lady was most interested in.

The old lady paused for a moment with her hand picking the vegetables, and said thoughtfully, "Is the leather shoe factory going to be off work soon? When Ye Lan comes back, go ask Zhaodi."

"Hey!"

Ye Qingqing thought the same way, in fact, she didn't need to ask Zhaodi to know that Ye Lan would definitely not earn much money, but she didn't expect Ye Lan to make money at all, she just wanted to see Ye Lan suffer.

"Is Grandma Ye at home?" A voice sounded familiar from the yard.

Ye Qingqing and the old lady rushed out at the same time, it was Zhaodi, followed by a timid Ye Lan, her eyes were red and swollen, her white shirt was full of stains, her face and hands were also dirty, there were more hands scars.

"Miss Zhaodi, hurry up and sit in the room." Ye Qingqing warmly greeted.

"I won't go in, I have to go to work later, I will leave after talking about the matter."

Zhao Di was in a dilemma, hesitated for a while, then glanced at Ye Lan, and said, "That's the case, our lady boss asked me to tell you that Ye Lan doesn't have to go to work tomorrow. 35xs"

"No need to go to work? Why?" The old lady jumped anxiously.

Zhaodi glanced at Ye Lan again, and said tactfully: "Ye Lan has slow hands and feet, and she likes to be clean. The work in our leather shoe factory is too dirty and tiring, and Ye Lan can't bear to do it."

The old lady understood as soon as she heard it, her eyes shot fiercely, and she looked at Ye Lan fiercely, it must be that this little scumbag refused to work hard, it's no wonder the proprietress likes it!

Just like the former landlord Lao Cai, no one would like a lazy long-term worker. For a diligent worker like her, every family rushed to hire her to work before it was too late.

"Miss Zhaodi, can you speak kind words to the proprietress and give Ye Lan another chance?" Ye Qingqing said kind words. She didn't want Ye Lan to come back to enjoy the blessings. Grind the bitch.

Zhaodi shook her head again and again, and said unhappily: "Ye Lan didn't do any work today, and even damaged a few tools. It was because of my good words with the proprietress that Ye Lan didn't lose money. If Ye Lan continues to work, I will bear it." Take no responsibility."

She paused for a while, and then said: "Ye Lan in the leather shoe factory is really not suitable, why don't you find her an easy job, I'll go to work first."

After saying that, Zhaodi left in a hurry and disappeared after a while.

Ye Qingqing frowned, the shoe factory couldn't continue, where else could Ye Lan go?

In vain, she bought two catties of snacks and a bottle of shochu, which cost more than ten yuan!

"Grandma, Ye Lan is so useless, she didn't earn any money, and even broke all the tools in the factory. Fortunately, Miss Zhaodi has saved face, otherwise we would have to lose money."

Ye Qingqing deliberately fanned the flames and burned several pots of oil on the old lady's head. The fire rushed up gradually, and the old lady's eyes became more and more fierce.

Seeing that the situation was not going well, Ye Lan hugged her arms tightly and pleaded crying, "Grandma, I've been working... Look, my hands are all torn, and there's a lot of blood coming out..."

She stretched out her bruised hand. On the originally white hand, there were several bloody cuts, and black paint seeped into the wrinkles of the skin. In just one day, Ye Lan's hand immediately changed from the slender hand of Miss Qianjin, Turned into the glorious hands of the working people.