The little girl from a farm family has a big wish to make a fortune by farming and picking mushrooms

Not long after, Mingyuan and Minghua came running over with empty baskets.

"Third sister, grandma asked us to pick snails."

Zhou Minghua had two little pigtails on her hair. Although she looked a little dusty, she was still cute.

"Okay, just put the ones I picked up in the basket. Don't go into the water, or your feet will get cold."

Although she said this, only Minghua listened to it. Mingyuan took off his shoes and jumped into the river.

"Third sister, the water is not even as high as my knees. Don't worry, I'll come down and we can pick it up faster."

"Okay, let's pick the big ones and let the small ones grow longer."

Minghua pulled the basket, squatted on the shore, and put the snails into the basket one by one.

Before long, half the basket was filled.

"Third sister, I can't pull it anymore."

Ming Hua frowned and expressed her helplessness. This basket is really heavy.

"If you can't pull it anymore, just sit there and take a rest. We'll go home later."

Even though this half basket of snails looks like a lot, in fact most of them are just shells.

If she catches more, she can also secretly take some and exchange them for points or copper coins.

As it was getting darker, many villagers in Lianglin Village carried their hoes and went home.

She and Mingyuan were picking up sheep dung snails in the river. Everyone in the village saw it and their faces were filled with heartache and helplessness.

There was a huge bloody cut on her head, and coupled with the fact that there had been a funeral at home in the past few days, she looked haggard and looked very pitiful.

The half-grown children have suffered a lot at home.

But the people in the village are not very wealthy, and they are a little scared of having to borrow money from their homes in the past two years. They can do nothing to help in this situation.

Zhou Mingshu went ashore and put all the snails he had picked into the basket, which was almost full.

"Mingyuan, pick up another handful, but don't. The basket can't hold any more."

This basket must weigh at least thirty or forty kilograms, and it is a bit difficult for her to carry it by herself.

She tilted the basket to let the water seep out, making it lighter.

Zhou Mingyuan put the snails in his hand into the basket, put on his straw sandals, and took the initiative to pick up the basket.

"Third sister, let me do it. I am a man with plenty of strength."

But he was still too young, only eight years old, and he walked two steps with a panting sound before he lost his strength.

"Come, let's go together."

So the brother and sister each carried one side and walked home.

The white silk in the house has been removed.

The eldest sister Zhou Mingqin and the second sister Zhou Mingqi were folding the clean cloths.

There is another dirty basin, which is placed aside to be washed later.

"How did you pick up so many sheep dung snails?" Seeing that the two of them were having difficulty carrying them, the eldest brother Zhou Mingzhi put down his work and took over.

"Brother, you can eat this."

Zhou Mingzhi looked at the sheep dung snails in the basket, each one bigger than the other, and felt that he might vomit if he were asked to eat them.

He wouldn't eat it even if you beat him to death. He'd rather eat wild vegetable porridge.

Zhou Mingshu took out the largest basin in the house. It was made by his grandfather before he died and had never been used. It was perfect for soaking snails.

"Mingyuan, go fetch two buckets of water."

She poured the snails into a basin, and while no one was paying attention, she exchanged five kilograms of snails with the system.

There are so many snails, they wouldn't be able to see if there were fewer.

In total, I exchanged seven kilograms of snails. In addition to the two copper coins in my hand, I still had 26 points in the system.

Buying some anti-inflammatory drugs should be enough.

"San Ya, are you raising all the sheep dung snails? Just boil them in a pot of water later."

Old Mrs. Zhou was picking wild vegetables. When she heard the noise, she hurried over to see what the girl was doing.

"Grandma, you have to spit out the dirt on this, otherwise it will be all dirt in your mouth."

When Old Mrs. Zhou saw it, she knew it was mud vomiting. The water that Sandan had just poured in immediately became muddy.

"Okay, wash it twice first, and then spit out the mud when the water is clear."

After arranging these two things, Old Mrs. Zhou turned around and continued to work.

"Da Ya and Er Ya, fold the cloths and sweep the yard. Da Zhi and Xiao Jie, return these tables to their owners first. They are taking up space in the house."

Her three sons and daughters-in-law are still working in the fields.

These household chores had to be assigned to the grandchildren.

The snail shells were a bit rusty, so Zhou Mingshu took a brush made of thatch from the window and scrubbed it back and forth in the basin.

I don’t know how many years these snails have been growing in the small canal. There is a lot of moss on their bodies, so they need to be brushed off carefully.

After flushing it twice, the water in the basin was no longer so turbid. She grabbed two handfuls of salt from the kitchen and threw them into the basin.

Add some salt and the sand will be spit out faster.

"You damned girl, what did you throw into the basin? That's precious salt, I don't even want to put it in cooking, and you actually fed it to these sheep dung snails, I'll beat you to death."

Old Mrs. Zhou, who was walking unsteadily just now, picked up the broom and hit her with it.

"Grandma, grandma, sprinkle some salt on it so that you can spit out the sand, and then your mouth won't split."

Seeing that the old lady of the Zhou family was really going to beat him, Zhou Mingshu ran towards the gate of the courtyard.

As soon as I arrived at the door, I met a group of people coming back from the fields.

It was Zhou's uncle and aunt, her father and mother, and her uncle and aunt.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Laoer pinched his daughter's shoulders and looked at her forehead. It looked much better now, but she still needed to apply some medicine.

"Mom, what's wrong?" Without waiting for her to reply, Zhou Laoer turned the conversation back to his mother.

"Look at what your daughter has done. You fed the salt I saved with great difficulty to the sheep dung snails. I will beat you to death, you scoundrel."

Old Mrs. Zhou looked extremely distressed, and her sons and daughters-in-law knew it was true at a glance.

"That...I..." Zhou Mingshu didn't know how to explain for a moment.

"Oh, forget it, it's already spilled and I can't pick it up." Old Mrs. Zhou threw away the broom and went back to picking wild vegetables, but her expression showed that she looked very uncomfortable.

"Girl, how could you feed salt to the snails? Tell your father about this, and I'll go talk to your grandmother later."

A group of people walked into the yard and looked at a wooden basin of sheep dung snails.

Many of them have exposed their tentacles and are moving back and forth in the basin.

"Sheep dung snails are too dirty, and there is sand in their shells. I sprinkle some salt on them to make them spit out the sand in their shells, and then we won't have a sore throat when we eat them."

She had no good idea of ​​how to explain this properly.

"Yeah, it's all said and done. Just do more work and coax your grandma and she'll be happy."

The adults had been busy in the fields for most of the day. They found basins to pour water to wash their hands and faces, and started to prepare dinner.

Zhou Mingqin and Zhou Mingqi finished their work and came to see the sheep dung snails.

"Third sister, can this sheep dung snail really be eaten?"

"They are just shells. Won't they scratch your throat? They must be harder to swallow than bran."

They had picked up these things when they were young, but they used them to feed ducks.

They didn't expect that their family was so poor that they had to compete with ducks for food. They felt a little disappointed.