They went to work at noon.
The brigade leader came over to make his rounds, inspecting the situation at the threshing ground. When he saw the pile of corn waiting to be threshed in front of Gu Jiaojiao, he gave it a second look.
Seeing her chance, Wu Cuizhi, who was standing nearby, began to taunt her sarcastically, "Brigade Leader, at Gu Zhiqing's pace, who knows when she'll ever finish? Isn't she just slowing everyone down?"
"If this keeps up, we're not working with her tomorrow."
Several others nearby chimed in, "We're not working with her either."
None of them wanted to work with Gu Jiaojiao.
Hearing this, Aunt Zhao couldn't help but frown. "Don't be such bullies. We may be working together, but isn't our grain tallied separately? We each do our own share. If Gu Zhiqing is slow, she can just work longer. It's not like she's taking advantage of you."
Wu Cuizhi was not pleased. "That's not how it works. We're a team. If she's slow, isn't she dragging us down?"
