Upon hearing this, Sunday White said with excitement: "It is an Ham for White to be able to serve Mr. Chris!"
After that, Sunday White hurriedly said: "Mr. Chris, the total number of plants I have is more than 200. If all of them are transplanted and cultivated, it will take a long time. Or I should let the workers do the work quickly. It is estimated that at least they will work until five or six tomorrow morning."
Chris nodded and said: "Okay, then let the workers get busy."
Sunday White hurriedly waved to one of his men next to him, blurting out: "Instruct the workers to work quickly and be careful to ensure that all plants are not damaged in any way, especially the fruits and melons. Well, I have a lot of rewards, and each person will be given 10 thousand red envelopes. If you don't do a good job and make Mr. Chris dissatisfied, don't blame me for being impolite!"
The assistant nodded hurriedly, and then came to the workers and blurted out: "Everyone must work hard. As Mr. White said, as long as everyone completes the task on time and according to the amount, each person will be given 10 thousand in red envelopes!"
When this word came out, all the workers were extremely excited.
They usually can't make 10 thousand a month, and they can only make 5, 000 if they exhausted working.
But now as long as they do their job well tonight, everyone can earn two months' salary, which for them is simply a pie in the sky.
So a bunch of workers started working in full swing.
Chris didn't sleep anymore. He watched the workers with his own eyes and carefully planted various plants in the courtyard of the house.
The courtyard of tommyson's house is huge, divided into a front yard and a back yard, covering an area of ​​at least four or five acres.
Chris simply let people stick to the wall, planned a space of about one acre, and then planted all the vegetables and fruits in order. If his wife Nora really likes it, he can let someone prepare another one. The Sol room covers all the vegetable gardens, and then sets up constant temperature and humidity equipment inside.
In this way, even when it snows in winter, there will always be fresh vegetables and fruits inside.
At that time, Nora could pick it by herself every day. She will be so happy.
Although it took a little effort, it was better than anything to make wife happy.
Although Davis and Sarah were separated, after hearing the movement, they both rushed to the terrace. At the same time, they looked down on the terraces of their respective rooms and saw such a magnificent scene underneath.
Davis didn't know what Chris was doing, so he hurried down and asked him, "Chris, what are you doing? Why do you get so many fruits and vegetables? Are you going to grow them at home?"
Chris nodded and said with a smile: "Yes, I heard that Nora likes picking very much, so I am going to take out part of the yard to make a vegetable garden, and she can pick it here every day from now on."
Davis gave him a thumbs up: "She liked picking at first, but your dad forgot about it. I didn't expect you to know it."
After that, he couldn't help but sighed: "It seems that it is a good blessing for her to marry you in the first place, and ordinary men are not willing to put such a great effort for their wives."
At this time, Sarah on the terrace on the third floor snorted coldly: "Davis, a man is better than you! A man loves his wife better than you! Only a s_umbag like you can suffer so many crimes for you with his wife. After that, you separate from her and divorce her!"
Davis raised his head in a dark face and shouted: "You, you don't bullsh_t there. Don't you know what your own virtues are? If this family wasn't for Chris, you would have been defeated long ago! If I don't divorce you, mine Let your life go in!"
Sarah cursed, "f_ck your mother! I tell you Davis, as long as Sarah is still alive, you don't want to divorce!"
After speaking, Sarah let out a cold snort and turned back to the room.
Davis was uncomfortable, but he couldn't get it. He could only say to Chris with a sad look: "Have you seen? This is a shrew."
Chris smiled lightly, I know better than you whether she is a shrew or not.
But this is of course unspeakable.
So he asked Davis, "Have you met Aunt these days?"
Davis waved his hand in fright: "You can keep your voice down. What if you let the shrew hear and know that your Aunt is back to this country?"
To be continued...
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