Chapter 2137: Chapter 1826: Fourth Uncle, Wait for Me

The parents on both sides reached an understanding, and the matter was happily settled like that.

Song Tan hung up the phone and looked at the Riverside Beach employees, whose clothes were soaked with sweat, and sighed—

They need to hurry up, otherwise, by the time they deliver to the urban area, it will be night. Coming back to move and store everything will make the day’s labor intensity too high.

She stepped forward, taking over Chen Chi’s position:

"Chen Chi, I’ll handle this; you go move the hay."

She stood under the truck, receiving bundles of hay, which required someone to forcefully half-toss the hay upward, where Old Chen caught it and stacked it neatly.

In the processes of [harvesting with machinery] [sorting and transporting] [throwing onto the truck] [placing neatly], this was the step requiring the most strength.

Therefore, Chen Chi, the tallest and strongest employee, naturally took on the task.

Chen Chi was very obedient; whatever Song Tan arranged, he did. But Old Chen, who had rarely seen the boss do manual work, hesitated—

Raising half an arm below sometimes required tossing the hay up, which was quite labor-intensive!

He didn’t want to do such work, so he hurried to occupy the convenient position on the truck above.

But if he didn’t want to do it, it was even less appropriate for the boss, a young lady, to do it.

Just as he was hesitating and wavering, he saw Chen Chi already swiftly dragging two large bundles of hay back. Then the boss, with her thin arms, grabbed them and lightly lifted them up, making it seemingly effortless to half-toss the hay up.

Old Chen instinctively held them with both arms, his body weighed down—

?!!

Amazing!

Alright!

The bit of energy he had for slacking off instantly disappeared, and he got to work properly!

Song Tan glanced at him but said nothing.

Old Chen, well, he had quite a few quirks when it came to work.

Initially, he had the idea of slacking off a bit, but Da Wang and the others kept an eye on him every day, making him drop the idea and just settle down.

Later, as he got more familiar, he became a bit prone to picking the easy tasks over the hard ones.

But there was one thing.

He never spoke discouraging words; he did whatever he was asked.

Compared to others, that bit of laziness and slacking off—well, everyone has their flaws as a worker, right?

For example, today he wanted to find the easiest task, and no one had any objections.

Even though he was just up there casually receiving and placing stuff, hay isn’t like tossing bricks or seedlings while standing on the ground.

Hay is long and sometimes top-heavy.

To catch it steadily still takes some strength in the waist and legs.

He might have looked relaxed up there, but he wasn’t completely at ease.

So, picking the easy tasks is a minor flaw, but Riverside Beach’s manage Chen Xi had no problem with it.

With one more person working, efficiency greatly increased too. During a break, Song Tan checked the time and sent a message to the Boss Dafeng of the Dafeng Feed Factory:

[The last truck should arrive in about an hour and a half, sorry for delaying your end of the day.]

She spoke politely, and Boss Dafeng glanced at his phone before putting it away: Working on a farm in summer, who talks about ending the day early? Isn’t it all about working late into the night?

It’s totally normal.

But he was currently standing guard at the kitchen door with a vacant stare, the message passing through his mind and quickly slipping away without mustering the energy to reply.

Meanwhile, his wife sat on a stool across from him, and the couple blankly guarded the kitchen door, looking no different from the fading Door God pasted on it.

With steam rising, there was a faint aroma wafting out of the kitchen. Boss Dafeng swallowed hard: "It should be ready soon, let me check."

His wife sniffed: "No. It’s not dinner time yet. We agreed neither of us would enter."

She paused and added: "If someone does enter, it will be me. You can’t cook anyway."

Boss Dafeng opened his mouth to argue, but upon hearing that he quickly said: "Alright, then we agreed neither of us will go in."

The couple exchanged a glance, sniffed, and fell silent again.

After a while, a small figure ran over from a distance. Before he arrived, his voice came first:

"Fourth Uncle! Fourth Aunt! I’ve finished! You haven’t eaten, have you? You haven’t eaten, right?!"

His Fourth Uncle, Boss Dafeng, said unhappily: "Why are you running so fast? This beef needs to stew for a while; it’s not time yet."

He paused and remembered a message he had just received: "In more than an hour, there’ll be another delivery. You’re all grown up now, don’t just think about food."

The young man blinked, not reminding him that in the afternoon his Fourth Uncle was happily saying:

[Don’t rush home tonight. Boss Song is sending her 200-yuan-per-kilo beef; let’s see how it tastes.]

The uncle and nephew had a lively discussion about it!

But now, when his Fourth Uncle changed his tune, the nephew didn’t mind—he just brought over a small stool and sat at the kitchen door too.

The three of them looked at each other.

The nephew thought: Turns out the scenes from "Tom and Jerry" aren’t deceiving! That scent, it’s like a little hand hanging on a tail, irresistibly enticing!

Ssss!

Only the aunt thought for a moment and looked at the uncle and nephew: "You two don’t move, I’ll go peel some potatoes."

Boss Dafeng was taken aback: "You want to put potatoes in?"

"Yes." The aunt looked at them: "Otherwise, I’m afraid it won’t be enough."

Boss Dafeng wanted to say that he’s getting older and doesn’t have such a big appetite now, but looking at the nephew, he didn’t dare make definitive claims and just muttered:

"Well, what if our potatoes aren’t good and putting them in makes it not taste nice?"

The aunt: ...

She sat back down: "That’s it, let’s eat heartily. Let the broth thicken—if not, we can mix it with rice—hey, the one delivering the beef, did she say whether her family grows rice?"

The three of them sat there, refreshing their phone screens repeatedly without knowing what they were aiming for. Until the boss’s phone rang:

Song Tan’s voice came through: "Boss, I’m here. But how come your feed factory has only one worker now?"

One person delivering, one receiving, transporting, and packing—it’s not enough!

She could help with delivery, but before that, she needed to unload the goods from the truck first. The driver’s waiting for the payment to finish his shift.

The nephew immediately stood up.

He was about to turn and leave, but then looked back earnestly: "Fourth Uncle, don’t eat first; wait for me..."

...

Night fell as the sky darkened completely, and Dafeng Feed Factory’s solar lights illuminated a stretch of cold, white ground while the heat in the air swirled, with mosquitoes buzzing incessantly.

The driver slammed his arm hard and then slapped his leg:

"Boss, why aren’t mosquitoes biting you? You sprayed mosquito repellent, didn’t you?"

Song Tan was looking at a message from Qiaoqiao on her phone and replied,

"Our family sells this mosquito repellent ointment, 200 yuan a box—Master, if you want, you can come over and get it tomorrow..."

Before she could finish, the driver shook his head decisively:

"No, no..."

A 200-yuan mosquito repellent ointment, what’s the deal with that? Mosquitoes drink blood all summer, is it worth 200 yuan?