Lady Ding widened her eyes and poked Ji Xiulan's head, "You foolish girl, no matter what, you're getting sixty cash a day as a wage, what's wrong with just sitting over there? Did they send you to work yourself to death or something?"
Upon hearing this, Ji Xiulan wasn't as resistant, but she still muttered, "My hands aren't used to doing rough work."
Lady Ding sneered and dragged her out directly, "Let's go say it now, with so many villagers here, they'd surely be ashamed not to give their own family a bowl of rice, right?"
Ji Dashan wanted to stop her, but seeing Lady Ding had already left, he knew he couldn't, so he hurriedly followed behind, afraid she might make a scene again.
Ji Xinhe's courtyard was bustling, men gathered in Ji Dong's room to discuss how to build the new house, where to build it, and all these matters which Ji Xinhe wasn't good at, had been left to Ji Dong to handle.