A little over four hundred yuan.
What did that mean?
One had to know that even a regular worker at the town's Machinery Factory only made thirty or forty yuan a month.
In one month, they had earned what other people made in ten months.
If things continued developing like this, what did they have to worry about not having enough labor to farm?
Everyone had seen the changes in the Old Liu Family. Old Madam Su was so jealous that her eyes had turned red.
Unfortunately, the divorce had already happened, and even Su Qiao had cut ties with his family.
No matter how much they earned, it had nothing to do with them anymore.
The way people in the village looked at the Su Family—especially Su Youqing—grew increasingly strange.
He had refused such a beautiful wife, insisting on clinging to a wild chicken.
He had rejected such a beautiful biological daughter who could even earn money, choosing instead to dote on an unrelated burden with no blood relation to him.
Wasn't there something wrong with his brain?
The entire Su Family was crazy.
They had better keep their own children far away.
They might catch it.
Compared with Su Qiao's family becoming increasingly popular in the village, the Su Family was becoming more and more isolated.
Old Lady Su was furious.
Su Youqing was furious.
Yang Yue'e and Su Qiaoqiao were furious too.
But there was nothing they could do.
In the face of the fierce fighting power displayed by the three generations of women in Su Qiao's family, acting weak, appealing to family ties, or putting on a show of ruthlessness were all useless.
It was Sunday. After breakfast, Su Qiao habitually went to her "experimental base" in the backyard—the former cowshed.
The moment she entered,