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

But if they were all piled up and handed over to one or two people to wash, it might take them the whole morning.

When Feng thought about it, he felt that there was more to the meaning of "I should do my own things" than just that.

But no one has this awareness, except San Ya!

"San Ya, Auntie always feels that you are different from other children. How come you know so many truths?"

Feng's words were just an unintentional remark, but they set off alarm bells in Zhou Mingshu's heart.

"Haha, Auntie, how could I? I might...maybe I was influenced by my uncle."

After racking his brains, Zhou Mingshu came up with a very appropriate excuse.

Yes, her uncle is a scholar. When she was a child, her mother often took her to her grandmother's house. It is normal that she learned some truths through observation and exposure after going there so often.

"Yes, yes, how could I have forgotten this? Your uncle is a student in Sanshui County. He might pass the exam and become a scholar someday."

At this point, Feng felt extremely envious of her second sister-in-law's family. Her family had a small business and was well-off, and her younger brother was also very hardworking, so he could stand up straight in his husband's family.

"Haha, that depends on how hard you work. I haven't been to school, so I don't really understand it."

Zhou Mingshu laughed and chatted casually with his aunt.

Zhou Mingqin on the side pounded the clothes in her hands vigorously. She also wanted to have such an excellent uncle.

Every time she mentioned it, she felt her face light up, but when she thought of her uncle, Zhou Mingqin felt sad.

It's a pity that her uncle is not very good. If the family hadn't owed money in the past two years, her uncle would have come to ask for money countless times.

The clothes in Zhou Mingshu's hands were washed quickly. She wrung out the water from the clothes, packed up and went home.

Only Feng and Zhou Mingqin were left by the river. Not far away on the other side of the river, some women from the same village were also washing clothes.

Everyone squatted together and chatted about village gossip, so it wasn't too boring.

Old Mrs. Zhou was busy in the kitchen. She had chopped up the pork she bought yesterday and put it into the pot. After simmering for a while, a lot of oil had come out of the pot.

"Grandma, what's going on? Is there any oil coming out?"

"Of course it's oily, but we need to make so much anti-itching cream, will these two kilograms of pork be enough?"

Old Mrs. Zhou was a little worried that it wouldn't be enough.

"It should be enough. Uncle even went to buy sheep oil today."

Old Mrs. Zhou was sitting around the pot, stirring the food with a spatula from time to time. The kitchen was filled with a greasy smell.

The sun has risen, and the sounds of children playing and sawing wood can be heard in the yard.

Zhou Mingqi squatted beside the bamboo pile, swept the useless bamboo strips and pieces into a bamboo basket, and threw them on the open space at home to dry.

These discarded bamboo materials can be thrown into the stove to make food.

After waiting for a while, when the sun was shining brightly, the two sisters took a kitchen knife and chopped up the mugwort and mint they needed and put them into a spare bamboo basket.

Old Mrs. Zhou’s lard has been cooked to the last moment, and the aroma of the lard residue tempts everyone present.

Zhou Mingyuan and Zhou Minghua brought over a small stool and sat obediently at the kitchen door waiting for their grandmother to call them.

After all the clothes were hung out to dry, Feng and Zhou Mingqin came to the kitchen to chat with everyone.

Mrs. Zhou placed the boiled lard in a porcelain basin to dissipate the heat, and put the lard residue on a plate for the children in the family to eat.

Now that she has this kind of business, the family is no longer short of lard residue. If the children like it, they can eat more and she won’t mind.

Zhou Mingshu adjusted the proportions of all the raw materials, put them into a pot, and started steaming them over high heat.

The work that comes later is the delicate work. Zhou Mingshu asked Erya to watch the fire while she went to the yard to count the bamboo tubes.

Big brother and Xiaojie are still sawing. This thing is still very troublesome to make and will consume a lot of manpower and time.

If the anti-itching cream sells well, the latter situation must be improved in order to improve work efficiency.

Including yesterday and today, we have made a total of 148 bamboo tubes, and there are still 52 missing. We should be able to finish them in one afternoon.

Old Mrs. Zhou was busy all morning. After the lard was cooked, she started to prepare lunch.

Liu and Zhu came back at the right time, with both backpacks filled to the brim. This trip into the mountains brought a good harvest.

"Come and see, the wild gardenias on the mountain are in bloom. They are so fragrant that you can smell them from far away."

Zhu took out a bunch of gardenias from her backpack and pinned one on her ear, as did her aunt-in-law.

Zhou Mingqi ran over happily, took the flowers from Liu's hand and jumped for joy. Her mother remembered that she liked flowers and would bring her some every time she went into the mountains. That was really nice.

The wild flowers in her room lacked some fragrance compared to the gardenia, but she loved the gardenia so much.

Zhou Mingshu used a thicker bamboo tube to draw water and planted a bunch of gardenias.

Ms. Liu and Ms. Zhu, who were standing by, described the magnificent sight of wild gardenias in the mountains, and were so excited that they didn't have the right words to express themselves.

Zhou Mingqi expressed his regret frankly and said that he did not follow them up the mountain.

Everyone laughed. There would be plenty of opportunities to go up the mountain. Let's go tomorrow. It was just the season for gardenias to bloom.

Zhou Mingshu, who was standing by, looked at the gardenia and fell into deep thought...

After a simple meal, the family members each went back to their busy work.

Zhou Mingshu filtered the juice three times in a row, and his little hands were so tired that he had no strength to move.

With shaking arms she exposed the dregs to the sun; they might be useful later.

Because the amount of anti-itch ointment she made before was small, she did not leave it to sit. Now the situation has changed, and she has to add an extra step to ensure that the ointment solidifies.

"Saya, how's it going? Are you done? Are you tired?"

"Mother, it's not done yet. It will be done tomorrow. This little work won't tire your daughter out. But are you tired after being in the mountains for so long?"

"Why am I tired? I'm not tired at all. If you have any difficulty doing something, don't force yourself. There are so many people at home, and everyone can help you."

"Okay, mother. I won't tire myself out. It's my brother and the others who are the most tired."

Zhou Mingzhi was concentrating on sawing the bamboo tube and could not hear what the mother and daughter were saying at all.

Zhu glanced at the two young men who were sweating all over, and her eyes narrowed with a smile. What her daughter said was right, sawing bamboo tubes was the most strenuous work.

"Then are these dregs still useful? I see you haven't even thrown them away."

"I think it's a pity to just throw away so much dregs. After drying them, they can be burned as mosquito coils, which can have some effect."

The daughter's words made sense, and Zhu nodded in agreement.

There are many rooms in the house, and the amount of mugwort and lemongrass used is quite large. My daughter is very good at managing people and she is reluctant to throw away even the residue of the medicine. I have really inherited her true skills.

When Boss Zhou returned home with a pound of mutton fat, it was already past lunchtime.

As soon as he sat down, he gulped down two bowls of water.