As soon as Sun Yun entered the house, she saw her three daughters still rubbing corn, looking at their snow-white hands.
"You three stop it, be careful, your hands are tender."
They also heard what their parents said outside just now.
Zhao Xiaoling looked anxiously at her mom.
Sun Yun simply packed a few clothes. She also knew where the family's money was kept. She didn't take it but left the money for fertilizers this time, and put the rest in a place only she knew.
The three children watched her as Sun Yun put on clothes and said to them.
"You three are all in school and literate. Being literate means understanding manners. Just think about it, your dad hasn't finished the chores at home yet is going to help your second uncle.
I, who barely know a few words, know this is unreasonable. We're not even able to take care of our own family, and yet have energy to help others.
If we finish our work at home, I won't say anything more.
