A time-travel story of a peasant girl getting rich

When Old Man Lin saw his son, he also stood up.

"Dad, second uncle, village head uncle, clan leader uncle. What are you talking about here?" Lin Dashan asked curiously.

"Oh, now we can pick mushrooms. Every family stays in the bamboo forest before dawn to pick more. You know, the bamboo forest in our village is only that big, there is not enough to go around!" The head of the village said worriedly. Everyone tried every possible way to pick more.

Especially those rogue families, who had few people to begin with and could not compete with other families for the spoils. They kept shouting that they were all from the same village, so why should others pick more than them? They demanded that those who had more should share it equally, and they almost got into a fight.

Several families quarreled in front of him every day over such trivial matters, and he was so annoyed that his hair was almost pulled out bald.

Lin Dashan had no choice. Families with more people would definitely pick more. Isn't that normal? If he were to say, if they didn't pick the fruits for those who were causing trouble, how could a few families defeat the whole village? Let's see if they would still cause trouble? To put it bluntly, they were all idle and thought that the village head was too soft, so they just wanted to torment him.

Alas, only the village head uncle has a good temper and joins them in making trouble. Why doesn't he watch them go to the clan leader's house to make trouble? It's really what my daughter said, good people are bullied.

"Uncle, the Dragon Boat Festival is coming soon, so I sent you some rice dumplings. Dad, since you are all here, you can just take them all away." He said as he took out baskets of things from the car.

"Dad, the red string on these rice dumplings is meat, and the blue string is candied dates. It's best to steam them before eating. They taste better when hot."

Rice dumplings with meat or dates? They had never heard of them, nor had they eaten them.

Several old men stared at him with sharp eyes. Lin Dashan's scalp was numb because of their stares. He could only take out a few meat dumplings from the share of the old house and give one to each of them to try.

"These are lychees, grown on my farm. They taste great. Xiaomi said that we must send some to the elders to try. We picked them the whole afternoon yesterday!" A daughter's work cannot be done in vain, and her filial piety must be known to others.

"The girl is thoughtful and still thinks of us old men." The patriarch said as he picked up a lychee from the basket. They had never seen such a small wild fruit before, and the skin was quite rough.

Lin Dashan also picked up one, peeled it, put it in his mouth, took a bite, and his mouth was full of juice. It was sweet, really sweet, and finally he spit out a small core.

Several old men also took one, peeled it and ate it. It was crisp and refreshing, with tender flesh. The wild fruit from the rich family was much more delicious than the ones from the mountains in their village.

The fruits on the mountain are really sour and astringent.

"Dashan, are there many wild fruits on your mountain? Dig a few seedlings and plant them in my yard someday." The clan leader thought the kids would love to eat them, so he planted a few trees for them to pick and eat.

Lin Dashan: "Uncle clan leader, I heard from the village head that it took nearly ten years for this fruit to bear fruit. The trees were transported from outside, and there are only a few in the village." Lin Dashan was surprised: "So thick and so tall! I heard that this fruit is called lychee, and it was used as a tribute fruit."

The story of tribute fruit came from my daughter. She said that once there was an emperor's beloved concubine who loved to eat it, and she sent several thousand-mile horses to the palace. Although it sounds ridiculous, no matter whether others believe it or not, I believe it anyway. How could the nobles in the palace not love such sweet fruit?

Gongguo? The emperor eats it!

My God! The old guys looked at the things in the basket with burning eyes.

Is this fruit eaten by the emperor?

They actually ate the same fruit as the emperor, damn! How dare I think about it!

Lin Mutu, who was originally happy that he had two more jars of wine, felt that the wine in his hand was not so fragrant anymore. He put down the wine and picked up the fruit basket. Why didn't they give him two more baskets of fruit? It's okay if he didn't give him wine! If he asked for it, would the boss still give him some?

The others did the same as him, putting down the rice dumplings and picking up the baskets.

Dashan is such an honest child, how could he lie to them? This is the fruit that only exists in the palace, no wonder they have never seen it, no wonder it is so sweet. These fruits cannot be eaten up by the younger generation, so I will give them to my wife later and let her eat them slowly.

When the children come home, they will all taste it together. Who has ever eaten Gongguo before? I also have to remind my wife to keep it well and not let mice steal it.

Lin Dashan looked at the elderly people who were walking away with the fruit baskets, and he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He put the rice dumplings back into the car and sent them back to each family. Likewise, every family gave him rice dumplings and brown sugar, and his second uncle's family also gave him a few pounds of cakes. Apart from the old house, his stepmother had always been reluctant to give him anything. As for his father, all he had in his heart and eyes was the fruit basket.

After the head of the village delivered the things to the Han family and the Xu family, he also hurried back to the village.

It was my first time to go to the Han family, and I didn’t go there as a servant of the Han family. It felt quite strange.

"Master, the Lin family sent a holiday gift." Han Ping reported.

Quite polite.

"What have you sent? Madam can handle this matter."

Han Ping bowed and said, "It was someone sent by the Madam, saying that among the festival gifts, there was a very unique triangular rice dumpling. The Madam asked the kitchen to steam a few and found that they tasted good. She specially took a few for the Master to try."

"Oh, give it to me to eat."

Han Ping waved his hand, and the maids immediately brought up exquisite bowls, plates, and silver chopsticks.

The rice dumplings have been peeled and placed in a bowl.

Looking at the brown glutinous rice, Han Yushan frowned. It was definitely not bad.

"Madam said it was delicious?" Why did he seem a little unconvinced?

"Yes, sir, please try it."

He took a bite and found the glutinous rice slightly salty, with the fragrance of lotus leaves. He had never eaten salty rice dumplings before. Han Ping carefully cut the rice dumplings into pieces.

"There's meat!" he exclaimed.

[PS: My dear children, please move your hands and ask for five-star praise~~~~~]