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

"Sister, please make some sachets when you have time. We can put some fragrant herbs in them. Make some dark-colored ones for Brother Xiaojie. I told them about it and they are a little embarrassed to wear them."

This was a good idea, and Zhou Mingqi praised it. But when they heard that their elder and younger brothers were a little shy, they couldn't help but laugh.

It was easy to make sachets for girls, they could just embroider some birds or flowers on them, but Zhou Mingqin was troubled by making sachets for men.

She had never seen it, let alone done it, and there was no embroidery on the clothes of her father and uncles at home.

After hearing what she said, Zhou Mingshu came up with an idea, "Sister, you can embroider bamboo, pine and cypress, or lotus and plum blossoms. Literati and scholars all like flowers and plants such as plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum, which will not look effeminate."

"Okay, I'll listen to you. I'll ask their opinions and embroider what they like."

Zhou Mingshu hadn't been to the backyard for a long time. He looked around and found that the pumpkin vines by the wall had grown very long and the cucumber vines had produced small yellow flowers. It seemed that they would be able to eat cucumbers soon.

The loofah on one side has also started to climb the stick. These vegetables with tentacles grow very fast. They look different every day and you will be unrecognizable if you don’t see them for a few days.

There are some differences between loofah vines and cucumber vines if you look closely, but both of them have yellow flowers. Plus, they are from the same family, so it is understandable that they are mistaken for cucumbers.

Old Mrs. Zhou did not pull them out, but took good care of them. Zhou Mingshu was very relieved.

There was a bulging object covered with wooden boards next to the vegetable patch. Zhou Mingshu dug at it but couldn't move it, so he had to brush the mud off his hands. Just as he was about to leave, he heard Zhou Mingqi behind him say that it contained bean sprouts grown by his grandmother and would be ready to eat in a few days.

When Zhou Mingqi thought of the crispy and tender mung bean sprouts, his mouth watered.

The last time I ate bean sprouts was this time last year. I haven’t eaten them for a long time. Suddenly I recalled the taste and missed it very much.

"Look at your useless appearance. Come on, let's go get some green bean cakes to eat."

Although Zhou Mingshu is younger than Zhou Mingqi, he has always been Zhou Mingqi's follower since he was a child.

"Hehe, that's great. I'm just hungry."

Hearing that the second and third sisters were going to get the mung bean cakes to eat, the little head buried in the mushroom nest suddenly raised up, and Zhou Minghua's eyes flashed with dazzling light, and he ran over with clattering footsteps.

Zhou Mingshu opened the closet, took out the bag of mung bean cakes, held it up and asked them to take one each.

When I bought it, I bought it according to the number of people in the family, and each person could get one.

Zhou Minghua held the mung bean cake in his palm, ran back to Feng, and raised his hand to let her mother eat first.

The people at the table kept making dumplings with smiles on their faces, praising Si Ya for being well-behaved and filial.

Feng responded very politely, but she only took a small bite and left the rest for her daughter.

Zhou Minghua held the mung bean cake in her hand and sat at the kitchen door, eating it in small bites. She was reluctant to eat it. She had never eaten anything so delicious in her life. Oh, no, the candy that her third sister gave her last time was the most delicious.

I bit it slowly like this, and before I knew it, I had finished a piece of mung bean cake.

Zhou Mingshu took his second sister for a walk around the house and shared the mung bean cakes in his hands piece by piece. People like Zhou Mingzhi and Zhou Mingjie finished them in just two or three bites.

Only the adults in the family couldn't bear to eat them, and saved the cakes for their children.

Because of the favor of the adults in the family, Zhou Mingyuan and Zhou Minghua got two more mung bean cakes.

Seeing that her grandchildren were about to finish all the mung bean cakes, Mrs. Zhou couldn't help but say something to them, "Now that you've finished eating, how are you going to eat dumplings later? You won't have enough space in your stomach."

"It's okay, grandma, I just need to go to the toilet."

Everyone laughed when they heard Si Ya say that. They didn't expect that childish words could be so funny. The little girl actually came up with such a clever idea to empty her stomach.

Seeing the adults laughing, Si Ya also laughed and ate the cakes in her hand little by little.

The pastry was a bit dry, and after gulping down two sips of tea, my stomach felt bloated.

Zhou Minghua touched his belly, squatted down and continued picking up dead leaves from the mushrooms.

Zhou Mingshu had nothing to do, so he took a handful of wild vegetables and weeds and threw them into the chicken coop, watching the chicks peck at the food. After raising them for a few days, the chicks had noticeably grown in size.

But at the innermost part of the chicken coop, there were two chicks with half-closed eyes, looking like they had no appetite.

"Grandma, come and take a look, there are two chicks that look strange."

Old Mrs. Zhou took good care of the chicks. When she heard her shouting, she quickly put down the rolling pin, patted the flour on her hands and walked over.

"Oh my, I'm afraid these two chickens are going to die, tsk tsk~"

Old Mrs. Zhou's face was full of heartache, but her hands were covered with flour and she couldn't easily take the chick out.

"Saya, take these two chicks out and put them in the backpack in the woodshed first, and see if they can recover."

Zhou Mingshu opened the door of the chicken coop, took out the two chicks, one in each hand, and put them in a backpack.

I don’t know if he got heatstroke from the sun or if he had some disease?

"Second sister, go get some wood ash. I'm afraid they'll poop in the basket. I'll get some water for the chickens."

"Okay, I'll go right away."

Zhou Mingshu found a broken bowl in the corner, washed it, and filled it with some water for the chicks. Then he poured in some of the 'Wen Yiqing' he bought from the system, and stirred it evenly with a small wooden stick, hoping that the chicks could drink some.

Zhou Mingqi filled a wooden shovel with wood ash, spread it on the ground, and then took out the chick.

Perhaps sensing that the water in front of them could save their lives, the two little chicks fluttered over and pecked at the water to drink.

It wasn't long before my eyes came to life.

"Hey, these chickens must have had heat stroke. It's too sunny in the chicken coop. We need to build a shed."

"Yeah, that makes sense. No one can stand being in the sun for a whole day, let alone such a tiny chick."

At this time, Old Mrs. Zhou and her three daughters-in-law were making dumplings in the kitchen. There were more than a dozen people in the family, and one pot of dumplings was not enough, so two pots were needed.

These half-grown boys are eating me to death. These half-grown boys and girls in Old Zhou's family are more greedy than a litter of piglets.

There is a reason why my family is poor...

"Grandma, the chicks are fine now. I think we should build a chicken coop. The chicks must have had heat stroke."

Zhou Mingqi reported the news, and Zhou Mingshu came to the chicken coop and looked at the chicks several times.

Having just caught two, she discovered another one that was not normal this time. Fowl plague is a disease that spreads very quickly. If it is not discovered today, these chicks may be "annihilated" by tomorrow.