Yang was even more enthusiastic than Ji Xuelan and Ji Mingfang themselves.
Every day before dawn, she would get up early to make breakfast. The moment the siblings finished eating, she would rush them off to work.
The workplace was inside Ji Huan's large house, sheltered from the wind and rain. The work wasn't tiring, and they could each earn ten cents a day. For both of them together, that was twenty cents a day!
With a steady income, the family no longer had to worry about starvation, and Ji Liansong didn't have to risk his life on construction sites anymore.
So how could Yang not be invested?
'If I'm not proactive and vigilant, what if someone else snatches this opportunity away?'
Now, without anyone needing to tell her, she kept her lips sealed tight.
This, in turn, made Ji Xuelan and Ji Mingfang feel a little guilty.
In truth, they had worked for twelve days in the eighth month, and each had received two hundred and forty cents in wages.
