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Although the sales volume of brushes is relatively low, Gouwei takes it extremely seriously and has been slowly figuring out how to improve his brush-making skills. In order to truly feel and understand the quality of the brushes, he has already started to find time to trace large characters every day.

All of this was seen by the family, so when Gouwei said that he also wanted to go to the city, no one would refuse.

The next morning, Grandma Lin got up early and started preparing to make syrup with beets. In fact, there was a beet workshop in the next village, and everyone could exchange beet scraps for syrup or brown sugar.

But most of the villagers still do it themselves, because for them, although they don’t know how to make brown sugar, making syrup is not a difficult task. It basically just consumes some firewood, and the thing they have the most is firewood.

When Guangdan and Erya came back with two baskets of pig grass, Grandma Lin and Taohua were in the yard cutting beets into pieces and piling them in a wooden barrel.

"Erya, go light the fire under the stove, both of them. The pot is small and I guess we'll have to simmer it several times." Grandma Lin said while her hands did not stop.

"Okay, okay." Erya replied, placing the big basket directly in the corner of the yard.

Guangdan glanced at the knives in his grandmother's and aunt's hands, and realized that he had no tools to chop pig grass, so he simply found a small stool in the yard and sat down.

"Grandma, how long will this take to cook?" Guangdan asked curiously, looking at the two buckets of sliced ​​beets in front of him.

"We have to wait until dark. Not only does it waste firewood, but the syrup produced is also insufficient." Grandma Lin curled her lips as she spoke, but when she thought that although the syrup was a little less, it would save some sugar when making pickles, her expression softened again.

"Hehehe, grandma, thank you for your hard work!!" Guangdan said with a playful smile.

While Grandma Lin was making sugar in the kitchen, Guangdan would once again carry a small basket to the mountains where Lin Erniu and his wife lived. Although he couldn't do any heavy physical work, he could pick up some fallen bean stalks between the ridges of the fields. Some of the stalks still had a few bean pods on them.

Just like that, time passed in a flash, and in a blink of an eye, the mountains and forests were dyed red. Guangdan was so busy during this period that he lost a lot of weight, not to mention the other people in the family. Even though the food standards have improved a lot, they can't stand everyone going out early and coming back late without time to rest.

Everyone is trying hard to make some money before winter and have a warm winter.

Even the cotton-padded coats, boots and shoes for the family were made by Daya who took the material home, because the family really had no free time.

As the day of departure for the provincial capital approached, the Lin family members were extremely restless, some were excited, some were envious, some were worried, and Guangdan and Lin Xiaoniu were particularly excited.

It was already close to the end of October when they set out. Even though they rushed the work again and again, the time was still delayed again and again. In order to avoid heavy snow on the return journey, the convoy set out directly without waiting for the village chief to shout that there was not enough charcoal.

This time, there were four vehicles departing from Linjia Village, three of which were ox carts and one was a mule cart.

The mule cart was leading the way, with Hammer, Uncle Fang, and Lin Xiaoniu on board. The two carts in the middle were ox carts loaded with charcoal from the village, with two people on each cart, both of them were strong and sturdy men in the village.

The last to come was Fang Cuihua and Guangdan's ox cart. After all, everyone knew Fang Cuihua's fighting ability. Besides, Fang Cuihua was the only woman in the convoy, and only when she and Guangdan were together would they avoid gossip.

The group had breakfast and set off at daybreak. They brought not only cotton mattresses and torches in the car, but also a stove for warming fire and a pot for boiling water.

When we set out, almost half of the people in the village came to see us off enthusiastically. Apart from anything else, if we could find a way to get charcoal for the village by going to the capital this time, everyone would have an extra income every year in the future!

In order to get on the road earlier, they simply rested for a quarter of an hour in a wasteland by the roadside at noon. Everyone ate bread with water from the water bags. Although the weather was getting cooler at this time, it was not yet freezing. The rough country people were naturally not so particular, so they did not boil water specially.

Guangdan wanted to drink something hot, but he only had a quarter of an hour. Before he could react, Fang Cuihua carried him onto the ox cart.

"I told you that you'd have to suffer on the road. Just bear with it. When the weather gets cold later, you'll still have to eat hot food." Fang Cuihua saw through her son's thoughts at a glance and said with some amusement.

"I know. Hey, if we travel this way, we should be able to travel quickly, right?" Guangdan asked uncertainly, looking at the withered trees on both sides of the official road.

"Luckily, we have your Uncle Hammer here. This time we are taking the caravan route, so we don't need to look for a place to stay. Your Uncle Hammer knows everything about the road, so the journey will definitely be faster than we expected. But you also heard your Uncle Hammer say that if we don't travel at night, it will take seven days."

Fang Cuihua looked up at the sky as she spoke. The sun was high in the sky at this moment. What she didn't say was that if it rained or snowed, it would delay the trip.

It was Guangdan's first time to go on a long journey and he felt like a free bird spreading its wings and flying. However, the ox cart was fine on the official road, which was a flat dirt road even if it was not a bluestone road. In the afternoon, Uncle Hammer led the convoy directly to the mountain path, which made Guangdan so bumpy that he almost felt his soul leave his body.

I feel like every hair on my head has its own thoughts!

"Are there any robbers in this mountain?" Guangdan stuck his head out of the ox cart and looked around.

"It is said that when your grandfather's father, that is, your great grandfather, was a child, there were many bandits in the mountains here. Those bandits formed gangs and occupied the mountains as kings. This place was basically dominated by robbers. Later, the court sent a general to lead troops to clear them out. For a time, every mountaintop was full of corpses. It is said that the snow dyed the Li River red. After clearing out the robbers, the court also moved many people from the south to migrate here, and there are so many people here now."

Fang Cuihua slowly recounted the stories she heard from her father when she was a child. Unlike the Lin family, Fang Cuihua's family had been locals for n generations, and their family tree had been people of Lingxi Prefecture for generations, so they particularly liked to talk about the history of this land.

Guangdan calculated the time in his mind and said with some certainty: "According to the time point you mentioned, it might be the time of Emperor Taizu. The war probably just ended at that time, and there were still many bad elements hiding in various places. I don't know the name of the general. He must have been a famous figure in history for suppressing bandits in such a wild place."

The mother and son were strolling along the mountain trails while chatting. Unlike Guangdan who was relaxed, Fang Cuihua remained highly alert, just in case it was not the case.

Although their caravan is not big, it still has more than 100 taels of goods! Add to that the treasures of the mother and son, it is worth a lot of money!!!

We must not be careless. The one who has a different mentality from Fang Cuihua is Uncle Fang. Uncle Fang, who is in the first car, takes out his bow and arrow, eager to try.

"Take it easy. There are no villages nearby. We have to cover at least 20 miles before dark and have a place to rest. Don't waste time on the road." Hammer said helplessly.

Although one of them is a hunter and the other a bodyguard, they have been good brothers since childhood. Hammer knows Uncle Fang's temperament better than anyone else.

This person looks rough but is actually as meticulous as a needle. Let's put it this way, like a tiger sniffing a rose.