Dressed as a little farmer's lucky treasure, God sends blessings and asks for forgiveness

"If you were to say something about Old Zhao, I would have seen you sneaking to the end of the village a long time ago. Your son hasn't accused you of stealing yet, but I saw everything. As soon as you arrived, you went to the kitchen to get something. If the child hadn't seen you, you would have run away with the things. You even slapped the child in the face."

The villagers have sharp eyes.

Because of this sentence, everyone's eyes couldn't help but look at Zhao Shihui.

Sure enough, I saw five finger marks on one side of his face.

"Oh, it's true. Not only did she steal things, she also beat the child. Even if I had meat, I wouldn't give her any to eat. What kind of grandmother is that?"

"Shh! Keep your voice down."

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Immediately the villagers started talking again.

"It's none of your business. You are so idle. If you have nothing to do, go home."

Zhao Bai was speechless at the moment. She had thought that the villagers would stand on her side, but she didn't expect that they would actually blame her. How could she put her face aside?

What's wrong with her coming from her son's house to get some food?

"Ms. Zhao Bai, you were the one who asked us to judge the case before. Now that we are telling the truth you are not happy. What do you want?" Some villagers were not convinced and got angry. This guy really doesn't know how to talk.

At this time, Zhao Dagen and Zhao Guoguang happened to come back.

"What's going on?" Zhao Dagen also heard the villagers say a few words and then hurried over.

"Old man, you're here. The second son's family eats delicious food every day, but they don't send us some. I come to get it myself, but you still won't let me. You unfilial descendants." Zhao Bai retorted.

Zhao Dagen knew what was going on.

"Is this true, second brother?" Zhao Dagen glanced at Zhao Guocheng and asked.

Zhao Guocheng was a little hesitant now, not knowing how to say it.

"Dad, let me tell you." Wang Ronghua looked at Zhao Dagen, knowing that Zhao Guocheng didn't dare to say these in front of Zhao Dagen.

Zhao Guocheng's performance today has impressed Wang Ronghua, so she won't make things difficult for him for now.

Zhao Dagen nodded and didn't make things difficult for Zhao Guocheng.

Wang Ronghua explained the whole story without exaggeration or concealment.

After listening to this, Zhao Dagen looked at Zhao Baishi.

Zhao Bai lowered her head a little cowardly, and then muttered softly: "I'm doing this for the sake of my family. It's just a piece of meat."

Zhao Dagen was so angry that he had never seen such a stupid woman.

"Are you still making trouble? Put your things down and go home quickly." Zhao Dagen was embarrassed.

"Thank you, fellow villagers. The woman is ignorant and it's because her family is poor. I hope you don't mind. Let's all go." After saying this, Zhao Dagen looked at Zhao Guocheng and Wang Ronghua.

"Even if you make money in the future, you don't have to send food to the old house. Just give it as you showed filial piety in the past. It's not easy for you either." After saying this, Zhao Dagen turned and left.

Although Zhao Bai was reluctant, she still threw the bag of brown rice away and spit on the ground.

"Bah, what a family of ungrateful bastards." Then he ran out angrily.

The villagers naturally dispersed when there was nothing exciting to watch.

However, there were still a few women who stayed and were hesitant to speak.

"Sister Wang, how do you deal with these bamboo shoots? You have almost dug up all the bamboo shoots in the village. You said that these bamboo shoots belong to the whole village, so why did you dig them all up?" The complaint in his mouth was obvious. He was clearly asking Wang Ronghua's family to hand over the method of making bamboo shoots slices and how to get rid of the bitter taste.

Wang Ronghua was unhappy, so why did she tell the method to others?

[Shame on you, you're openly trying to steal my family's way of making money. ]

Zhao Guocheng was also confused. How could all the bamboo shoots in the village be dug up?

No one wants those bamboo shoots.

"Aunt Li, you must have made a mistake. Although those bamboo shoots belong to the whole village, no one wants them. I didn't stop you from digging them. If you want, just go ahead and dig them. Every household here has a way to make money. Old Liu's carpentry work is first-rate. Can you go and ask him to teach you carpentry for free?" Wang Ronghua spoke politely, but her words refuted Aunt Li's argument very well.

Why should she hand over the method of removing the bitter taste of bamboo shoots?

[Mother, she is jealous of our family's ability to make money, but we really can't dig up all the bamboo shoots at home. Why don't we ask the villagers to dig bamboo shoots and sell them to us, and we will buy them. The method of making bamboo shoots cannot be disclosed for the time being.] Zhao Shiying thought about it and came up with a good idea.

Wang Ronghua and Zhao Guocheng looked at each other, thinking about the feasibility of this method.

Finally, Zhao Guocheng nodded and thought it was feasible.

Anyway, they can never dig enough bamboo shoots, and there are never enough to sell every time.

Aunt Li felt a little embarrassed when she heard this, knowing that it was rash of her to say this, and several people around her were also a little unhappy.

"How about this, all the aunts go and dig bamboo shoots, and we'll pay to collect them. The price is one cent for six pounds. If you think it's feasible, go and dig. If not, don't say I'm unfair." Wang Ronghua came up with an idea.

She could still make some money at one cent for six pounds of bamboo shoots, after all, there wasn't much bamboo shoot meat left after digging it up, removing the mud and peeling the shells.

"Are you serious? Six pounds for one cent, the kind that's just dug from the mountain and covered in mud?" Aunt Li's eyes lit up. The bamboo shoots were very heavy. Some big ones weighed five or six pounds.

"Yes, but try to peel off the ones with mud, and those with too many roots. Don't discard the ones that are too old and can't be chewed. Everyone knows that bamboo shoots are very heavy. If you dig up a basket full of bamboo shoots, you can sell them for a lot of copper coins." Wang Ronghua said to Zhao Guocheng.

Zhao Guocheng had made his own estimate, so he had no objection.

[Mother is awesome, that's right, they dig bamboo shoots for us and we save time digging them. However, if they can sell them after peeling the shells, we can raise the price a bit, otherwise it takes a lot of time to peel the shells.] Zhao Shiying reminded again.

Zhao Shimin thinks her younger sister is so smart.

He actually knows so much. How did his brain develop? Is this something a baby of only a few months old can come up with?

Zhao Shisheng and Zhao Shihui also stared at Zhao Shiying with sparkling eyes.

This is the lucky star of their family!

"That's easy. Are you serious? Then let's go dig bamboo shoots, and you have to collect them." Aunt Li emphasized again.

The others also nodded and looked at Wang Ronghua.

"I keep my word. If you dig them up, I will buy them as long as they are good. You can also tell other people in the village when you go home. Also, if you peel the bamboo shoots and sell them, the price will be higher. One penny for three pounds, but they must be tender. The old ones must be peeled off. Anyway, whether you peel them or not, the old part of the root must be peeled off. If you don't peel it, we will peel it too, and then we will weigh it. And we will start harvesting tomorrow afternoon. Please explain the conditions to the villagers. I thank you here."

Wang Ronghua really acted like a businessman at this moment. While she was talking, she was thinking about whether there was anything she had missed. Fortunately, she had a treasure at home who reminded her.