Jian Qingqing took some sand from him for cooking herbs. She took it back and asked the villagers to see if they could cook it. If they could not, then she would sell fresh herbs.
It was still early when she went back. The people who had gone down to the ground had not come back yet. The two aunties that Jian Qingqing hired were already washing the vegetables. She put the three chickens into a wooden basin and asked them to clean it up.
"Qingqing, your food is really good. You even gave the workers chickens!" one of the aunties said enviously.
Jian Qingqing smiled. "After all, they work for our family. We can't treat them unfairly, right?"
The aunties nodded and said regretfully, "That's right. Sigh, if you guys finish your farming work and then build it, I'll call my family's man over. He's also a good worker."
