So what if you flee from famine? Start all over again and live a good life every day

When Shopkeeper Li entered the village, many villagers saw him. They all knew the sign of Tongren Restaurant, but they didn't want to disturb him as he was walking straight to Suihe's house. As soon as Shopkeeper Li left, she couldn't help but come over to ask him out of curiosity.

"It's Aunt Li, come in and sit down. Shopkeeper Li has nothing to do, come and sit over here." Sui He took out a stool and invited Aunt Li to come in.

"Aunt Li, are you free recently?" There were too many bamboo shoots on the mountain, and she couldn't handle them all by herself. It would be better to let the villagers pick them and she would collect them and make a profit from the difference.

"No, the work in the field is almost done, so there is no time." Aunt Li nodded and looked at Sui He expectantly: "Sui He, do you want me to help you with something?"

"Yes, I have something to do. I saw a lot of bamboo shoots in the bamboo forest. It would be a pity if they grew into bamboos, so I thought of finding a few people to pick them back." Sui He explained his idea: "You pick them back for me, and I will charge two cents for a pound of bamboo shoots. Aunt Li, what do you think?"

Bamboo shoots are very heavy, and a slightly larger one weighs one jin. Manager Li gave her four wen per jin, and she collected them for two wen, making a profit of two wen.

"What? Is there such a good news?" Aunt Li laughed even more happily. She knew that when Shopkeeper Li suddenly came over, there must be something good. It was worth it for her to observe for a long time: "Sui He, are you telling the truth? Are you not lying to me?"

"When have I ever lied to you?" Sui He laughed and asked Aunt Li: "I will take as much as you bring to me."

"Okay, your words are enough. I'll ask someone to break it and send it to you right away." After getting the answer she wanted, Aunt Li left in a hurry.

Liu Suihe stood there, looking at Aunt Li who hadn't even warmed up her chair yet, and laughed. Aunt Li really has a good memory.

After Aunt Li spread the word, it didn’t take long for the villagers to know that Suihe’s family was harvesting bamboo shoots. That afternoon, many villagers carrying baskets on their backs appeared on the road, stepping on the wet soil and walking into the bamboo forest in groups.

The bamboo forest is neither small nor big. With so many people here, I wonder if there are enough bamboo shoots to share.

It was getting dark, and people from the mountain came down one after another, carrying baskets full of bamboo shoots. They walked towards Suihe's house with bamboo shoots on their backs.

"Miss Chen, I heard that your family is harvesting bamboo shoots?" Uncle Defu asked at the door of Suihe's house, carrying bamboo shoots on his back. After hearing the news, he didn't even ask, but went up the mountain with his basket on his back: "Look, are these enough for me?"

"Yes, Uncle Defu, let's harvest, come in quickly." Sui He stepped forward to help carry the bamboo shoots down: "It's quite heavy, Uncle Defu, it seems you have harvested a lot."

"I went there early and moved quickly, so I broke more." Uncle Defu scratched his head embarrassedly.

"Well, wait a minute, I'll weigh you." Sui Hehui took the scale from the warehouse and turned back to ask: "Is Huzi okay? He should be almost two years old now." She saw Huzi years ago. He was well taken care of by Uncle Defu's family. He had flesh on his face and could sit up.

"Well, Hu Zi has grown up very fast recently, and it's all thanks to you. If it weren't for you, not only would you have saved him, but you would also have given me the opportunity to make money." When Uncle Defu mentioned his grandson, a faint smile appeared on his face.

"That's good." Sui He found the scale and shouted to the inner room, "Grandpa, come out and help me." The basket was a little heavy and she couldn't lift it.

"Here they come!" Grandpa heard the voice and came out from the inner room. He saw Suihe standing next to the bamboo shoots with a weighing rod. He took the weighing rod and hung it on the basket. Then he and Defu lifted the weighing rod.

"52 Jin" Sui He was recording with a small notebook

Seeing that Suiheji was ready, Grandpa poured out the bamboo shoots and weighed the empty basket.

"Well, Uncle Defu, minus the five pounds in the backpack, the total is forty-seven pounds, which is ninety-four copper coins. Can you see if it's right?" Sui He calculated it, took out a hundred coins, took out six copper coins, and handed the remaining ninety-four copper coins to Uncle Defu.

"Oh, that's right, that's right." Uncle Defu rubbed his hands on his clothes before taking the hundred dollars and putting it into his pocket without counting: "Do you want it tomorrow? I can also send it to you tomorrow."

"Yes, I want as many as you want." Shui He nodded. He could sell these bamboo shoots to Tongren Restaurant. Even if they couldn't eat them, he could dry them and store them.

Not only did Uncle Fu bring some, but other villagers also brought their own bamboo shoots. Soon, there were a lot of bamboo shoots in the yard.

These bamboo shoots are seasonal and can only be picked for a few months.

With so many bamboo shoots, Suihe plans to send some to Tongren Restaurant to eat fresh, and use the rest to make dried bamboo shoots.

"Sui He, we have harvested so many bamboo shoots. How long will it take to peel them?" Sui He was still peeling bamboo shoots when he heard Aunt Lin come in with bamboo shoots on her back. Zhou Guoer, who was following behind, helped put down the basket on her mother-in-law's back: "I am not too late, am I?"

"It's not too late, it's not too late, it's never too late for you to come, come and sit down." Seeing Aunt Lin coming, grandma pulled over a bench and asked Aunt Lin and the others to sit down.

"Aunt Lin, come and sit down. I'll weigh it for you." Sui He put down the things in his hands and followed his grandfather to weigh the bamboo shoots brought by Aunt Lin and pour them into the pile of bamboo shoots.

He handed the copper coins and the basket to Aunt Lin: "Aunt Lin, please count and see if there is any difference."

"What are you counting? How can I not believe you?" Aunt Lin put the copper coins in her pocket, put the basket aside, and did not go back. Instead, she helped peel the bamboo shoots.

"Let me help too. There are so many, I don't know how long it will take you to finish them." Aunt Lin peeled the bamboo shoots while instructing her daughter-in-law next to her: "Guoguo, go ask Wang Xiao and his brothers to come and help. With more people, we can finish them sooner."

"Hey, Mom, I'll go right away." Hearing her mother-in-law say this, Zhou Guoer immediately stood up and walked towards her home.

"Mom, you called us!" After a while, Lin Youwang and Lin Youcai came to Chen's house. Because Lin Ze had to take an exam this year, he was in college recently and rarely came back, so only the two brothers came at this time.

"Don't just stand there, help out." Aunt Lin directed her son and daughter-in-law to peel bamboo shoots together.

"Okay, okay." Lin Youxiang sat next to his wife and started peeling the bamboo shoots.

"Suihe, I see there are quite a lot of bamboo shoots. Can Manager Li eat so many?" Lin Youxiang looked at the pile of bamboo shoots and asked worriedly. He was a little worried that if Manager Li couldn't eat them all, wouldn't all of them be left in Suihe's hands?

"Don't worry. Shopkeeper Li has opened restaurants in various places. These bamboo shoots are not eaten by Shopkeeper Li alone. He has to send them to other restaurants. Each restaurant will get a little, and there won't be much in the end." Sui He knew what they were worried about, and kept explaining to them with his hands: "And even if they can't eat it, they can make it into dried bamboo shoots and save it for later. So, you don't have to worry about having too many bamboo shoots."

"Oh, so that's how it is." After hearing Sui He's words, Lin Youxiang said nothing more and focused on peeling the bamboo shoots in his hand.

Feeling that his foot was kicked, Lin Youxiang looked towards his wife, only to see Zhou Guoer with a look of hesitation on her face.