After An Ning finished speaking, An Guoming was pleased, but the others were baffled.
"Little Sis, I'm no good at making money."
An Guoqing looked reluctant. "That whole making-money thing is too hard. It's not as comfortable as working in the fields. I don't want to do it."
An Guoqing was truly against it; he didn't want to use his brain.
His wife, Zhou Guifen, glanced at An Guoqing and chuckled discreetly before looking up at An Ning.
"An Ning, you don't have to include your big brother."
Zhou Guifen's words made An Guoqing nod even more vigorously. He slapped his chest and said, "I just want to farm. If you give me something else to do, I'll keep worrying about it. I won't be able to sleep, and my head will buzz with pain."
'Naogua zi... that's definitely not a melon.'
After a moment of analysis, An Ning found herself in high agreement with An Guoqing's words.
