Be Careful General's Wife!

The people in Yan Huilou were almost numb with envy.

The two aunts who had finished washing in the back kitchen hadn't even started to wash the dishes, so they also ran to the front to watch the excitement.

An old woman slammed her mouth and said: "Tsk, I don't know if food is the sky and can't hire dishwashing." Want to go.

Another aunt with a turban on her head said: "I can get this amount for a month of washing dishes plus a commission." She pointed out two fingers. "Young people are vying for this position, how can we get our turn."

"That's right." The aunt sighed, "I won't be surprised if the prize is one hundred taels of silver in the next lottery draw."

"Impossible." The aunt wearing a turban narrowed her eyes and said, "The third prize is forty taels, and the second prize is fifty taels of silver. This prize is probably only increased by ten taels of silver, sixty taels. Hey, all my life I can't earn sixty taels, but I can get sixty taels for nothing."

"Who says it's not!"

Half a quarter of an hour later, the girls on the stage finished singing, and You He stood in the middle of the stage again.

"The next step is to draw the first prize. Two numbers will be drawn, and the bonus amount will be one hundred taels." You He said in his heart, wanting to draw himself.

That's one hundred taels of silver, who wouldn't want it?

"Wow..." There was another exclamation from the audience, and Wei Ya was pushed to a climax again.

After the people in the audience quieted down, You He continued, "I invite our Jiangzhou parents, Mr. Guan Ji, to draw two lucky winners for the first prize for us."

Ji Zhifu didn't expect such a prize to be drawn by himself. He looked around, Shen Wan and Yun Changfeng and his son both made a gesture of invitation. It felt like someone came, and he didn't refuse. He came to the stage amidst the applause of everyone, and even waved to everyone after he took the stage. He looked very close to the people.

"No. 108." Ji Zhifu drew out the first bamboo stick.

"It's me, I'm No. 1000." A steward stood up in surprise, and stepped onto the stage amidst the congratulations envied by everyone.

After he took the stage, Ji Zhifu drew a second bamboo stick, "No. 88."

After reading out the number for a long time, there was no response from the audience.

Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, and they are all asking: "Who is No. 88?"

"Why is no one going up?"

"Could it be an empty number?"

"Does the empty number have to be drawn again?"

"probably!"

"Then we will have one more chance to draw a lottery."

Many people are looking forward to No. 88 being an empty number, so that they can have one more chance, but unfortunately, No. 88 is not an empty number. The person who tended the tea trees, although he was not successful in eliminating illiteracy, was an expert at tending the tea trees. He was more capable than anyone else. The tea trees he tended grew better than others, so he was selected as an excellent employee.

The uncle was illiterate, so naturally he didn't know what his number was. The people at the same table saw that no one had come forward, so they asked him what his number was, and he said he didn't know.

The young man at the same table looked at his bamboo stick, isn't the number 88 the one?

Only then did the old man know that he had won the grand prize, so he didn't dare to put himself on the stage, and even personally took over the heavy one hundred taels of silver from Ji Zhifu.

Ji Zhifu also talked to him, and what he said was: "My husband is so lucky!"

When the uncle stepped down from the stage, his feet were so light that even a hundred taels of silver could not hold him down.