Zhang Lan lay on the kang, tossing and turning non-stop, because besides having things on her mind, she was also hungry.
Gong Dajiang was already a bit sleepy, but Zhang Lan kept turning over, making it impossible for him to fall asleep.
"Why aren't you sleeping?" Gong Dajiang scolded quietly, "If you don't sleep, how can you do proper work tomorrow?"
In the evening, Gong Dajiang asked Zhao Gang where there were ginseng pickers nearby. Zhao Gang's reaction at the time greatly angered the old man.
Knowing that Zhao Gang and Gong Tao had a good relationship and wouldn't treat him well, he didn't expect them to be so disrespectful.
They didn't even give in a little, insisting that ginseng wasn't easy to sell. Even if someone found it, they'd keep it at home, so why would they tell anyone?
Gong Dajiang asked a few more questions, and Zhao Gang feigned ignorance, which really upset the old man.
The problem was, even if Gong Dajiang was angry, what could he do, report them?
