Wang Fang gritted her teeth. "Sure, I'm definitely going to take this temporary job. Humph, when they beg me to become a permanent employee, I might not even be willing."
Wang Fang had already figured it out. When she had worms to sell, she could offer them to whichever department she pleased. Hmph! That way, she'd get back at them for all the humiliation she suffered today! Let's see if those people wouldn't try to suck up to her then.
Seeing the dairy cows in the yard pregnant again, and some black pigs, Wang Fang's thoughts drifted. Before the apocalypse, Jingshu's house had financial difficulties and asked them for a loan. If only she had listened to her husband and lent them 300,000 instead of 100,000. Then, after the apocalypse, they would have received three pigs in return! Ah, such regret. Look at her grandma—now she had foresight, immediately lending several hundred thousand. And now, after the apocalypse, look how comfortably they're living.
