These two new and warm cotton clothes, why should the two brats from the big room take advantage of them? Her Goudan and Hutou are boys, way more precious than them.
Mo Yan smiled coldly, not even deigning to answer, and just bowed her head, rubbing the heads of her brother and sister as she said loudly, "It’s alright, when your second uncle works for your cousin here, she’ll just deduct the money for two cotton clothes from his pay. These cotton clothes were made with the best cotton and fabric, costing two hundred wen each at the clothing store. The four hundred wen money deducted will be used by your cousin to buy new ones for you two."
"What? What did you say? Why would you deduct my man’s work wages?"
Before Mrs. Niu could recover from the joy of "working," she was struck by the deduction of four hundred wen money and couldn’t help but scream at Mo Yan.
"Because these two cotton clothes were made by me, and because your man wants to work in my house!"
Mo Yan dropped a couple of words and then paid her no more attention, turning to Mo Yonglu, Mo Yongshou and said, "If you really want to help, come over early tomorrow morning. Thirty wen a day’s wages. If you don’t want to, forget it."
"We’ll come, definitely coming!"
Without waiting for the brothers to speak, Mrs. Hong immediately, uncontrollably, agreed repeatedly, fearing that Mo Yan would change her mind.
Thirty wen is thirty wen, still better than no Wen Money at all, and San Ni is clever, might even be able to gain a lot. As for the deduction, it was automatically ignored by her.
"Then it’s settled. I’ll have my father draw up three contracts, so that the three counts and uncles can put their prints on them first thing tomorrow morning."
Mo Yan didn’t waste any more words, finishing her statement and having Mo Qingze go write the contracts, following him herself. If it were others, she wouldn’t need to bother so much, but how could she allow these unreliable ones to work without making full preparations for retaliation?
If they honestly work, she’ll consider it extra helping hands, but if they dare to scheme, they can’t blame her for turning against them.
In the main room, except for Old Man Mo, everyone from the Lao Mo House was very happy, Mo Wu’s guilt also subsided, hugging her children and full of gratitude towards Mo Yan.
Mrs. Hong was smug, pulling her sons to a corner and whispering something in low voices. From their calculating expressions, it was evident they were not up to any good.
Xin Er and Zhenzhen watched the family, faces filled with reluctance, and more incomprehension of their sister’s actions.
Lin Da and others stood against the wall, watching the family coldly. They couldn’t comment on the little boss’s decision, but they knew these folks were no good, and they had to be more vigilant in guarding the business to prevent any disturbances.
It wasn’t long before three contracts were completed under Mo Yan’s dictation and Mo Qingze’s writing.
Mo Yan carefully reviewed them twice, making sure nothing was missed before she nodded at her father and turned to leave.
"Yanyan, if you don’t want to agree, don’t force yourself!"
Mo Yan thought hard but still couldn’t resist speaking out. He knew his children disliked their second uncle’s family, and if not for his sake, Yanyan simply wouldn’t have agreed to this, and even if Yanyan had refused, he would have had nothing to say.
Upon hearing this, Mo Yan didn’t even turn her head, "The daughter isn’t forcing herself, father being happy is enough."
Mo Qingze stood as if rooted to the spot, staring blankly at the door, his chest felt as though it had a furnace in it, full of warmth, but the sourness in his eyes nearly spilled out.
Looking at the three contracts stamped with bright red fingerprints, Mo Yan nodded in satisfaction and warned the Mo Yongfu brothers, "I have a harsh word in advance, nieces. If you violate any of the terms, you won’t be able to continue this job."
The three nodded again and again, but aside from Mo Yongfu, the other two didn’t take a single piece of paper to heart.
Mo Yan was too lazy to guess what they were thinking, securing the contracts as she looked meaningfully at Mrs. Niu, who sported a slap mark on each cheek, "Remember this lesson, aunt. Not everyone’s advantage can be taken."
After speaking, she turned to San Ni and Shitou, "As long as it’s something the cousin gives you, if your second aunt or Goudan dares to take it again, you tell your cousin. She’ll deduct your second uncle’s wages to buy new ones for you."
San Ni and Shitou were thrilled, affectionately clinging to Mo Yan’s clothes hem, their little heads nodding like chicks pecking rice.
Mo Yonglu, on the other hand, thought about the half-month’s work he’d have to do for the Mo Family for free. He didn’t dare confront Mo Yan fiercely, so he took out his anger on the chief culprit, Mrs. Niu.
Thus, he slapped Mrs. Niu’s face fiercely again and even kicked her, scolding, "Shallow-eyed thing, if you dare to take your nephews’ and nieces’ belongings again, I’ll kill you."
Mrs. Hong shouted, "Well hit," by the side. That worthless woman, four hundred wen money just gone like that, deserved to be beaten!
Mo Yan, looking indifferently at Mrs. Niu, who was wailing, felt not the slightest pity for her. However, given Mrs. Niu’s character of not learning from her past, asking her not to take advantage was probably harder than climbing to heaven. But this time, having bumped into her hands, she could just count it as settling the score for the original owner.