She Lives Well with the Shopping App in the 80s
Chapter 597 This Must Be a Joke, Right?

Chapter 597: Chapter 597 This Must Be a Joke, Right?

She secretly played with her cellphone, never daring to bring it out when anyone was home because this device did not fit the era. She had also bought a case to decorate her phone.

Oh, how she really wanted to buy a few laptops to disassemble by herself to see what they were made of inside.

Maybe she should set up a workshop that no one else could enter except for her?

Now that she had studied computer science, she wanted to understand precisely what parts a mainframe was made of, down to each tiny component.

The Zhao Family Village Team entered the autumn harvest season.

In late August, the first planted rice could be harvested, and the villagers began to get busy.

Seeing the harvested rice, the villagers were all happy.

This year, with the distribution of land to households, after turning in their public grain, the rest of the harvest was theirs to keep.

At this time, children and the elderly in the family would come to help.

Every day early in the morning, Captain Zhao and Mrs. Zhao would go to the fields to cut and gather rice. Their movements were somewhat slow, but they also didn’t have much land.

In contrast, Zhao Tianxiang’s family also worked the fields for Zhao Tianlei’s family of four, and they had plenty of their own land as well.

The whole family went down to the fields together.

Even Xiao Mao went to the fields, carrying a basket to collect fallen rice ears, while Sanya was responsible for drying the grains at home. The division of labor was clear.

Over in Capital City.

"Do you know, you kids, how much extra effort it takes to teach you?"

Da Bao and Xiao Bao stared at the woman in front of them, not understanding what she wanted to do.

Why was she blocking their way?

Before, when their grandmother was in Capital City, she would take them to and from Elder Wu’s place.

Now, the two brothers went to Elder Wu’s place together and went home together.

"Who are you?"

Asking who she was?

They had clearly met her just a few days ago, hadn’t they?

Little brats are really just that, little brats, not cute at all.

"You don’t need to know who I am. I just want to tell you that you’re a burden. If it weren’t for your parents who insisted on bothering Elder Wu, do you think he would bother teaching you two little turnip heads?"

Da Bao somewhat understood what she was saying.

Xiao Bao looked at the other party with a confused gaze.

Could she please stop blocking them? They needed to go home.

Their mother had told them not to talk to strangers, not to accept things from strangers, not to let strangers come close, and if any of these things happened, to immediately shout for help and find nearby people to rescue them.

"Are you jealous of us?"

Often, sincerity could pierce straight to the heart.

This remark made Wu Xiaoyue so angry she couldn’t stand it.

Jealousy?

It must be a joke, right?

Even if it really was a joke, Wu Xiaoyue was not willing to admit the truth.

Why should she?

Why would her granduncle rather teach two children than teach her?

They were related by blood.

Yet these two little brats had no relation to her granduncle at all.

Da Bao regarded her with a mixture of disdain, jealousy, and fierce anger, instinctively stepping back.

What did this person want to do?

Should he seek help?

"Brother, let’s go home," said Xiao Bao. This person was odd, blocking their way, preventing them from going home.

People like her were extremely annoying.

Da Bao nodded and was about to lead his brother by the hand past her to leave, but someone grabbed his clothes.

"Where do you think you’re going?"

"I want to go home," Xiao Bao said firmly.

Why was this person so annoying, not allowing them to go home?

Was this person bad?

Their mother had told them that bad people don’t have the word ’bad’ written on their faces.