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The Zhou brothers who got the money did not delay and drove away in their ox cart. Someone was waiting for them at home, so they had to go back as soon as possible.

"Mom, we are back." The cart was very light and the ox walked faster. Soon, the three Zhou brothers returned home.

"You're back? How's it going? Did you sell it?" Aunt Zhou heard the voice and came out. Seeing that the bamboo basket on the ox cart was empty, she became happy and said, "It looks like it was sold."

"Yes, mother, let's go back and talk." Zhou Laoer unloaded the ox cart, drove the ox to the eaves, tied it up, and put a large bundle of fresh grass in front of it.

They borrowed the cow, and it was difficult to return it at night, so they could only return it tomorrow.

Smelling the fresh grass, the cattle, who had been walking all day, couldn't wait to eat it.

"How is it?" As soon as she entered the room, Aunt Zhou pulled her eldest son to ask

"Mom, look, it's true, those bamboo shoots can really be sold for money." Zhou Lao Da took out a few strings of copper coins from his pocket and handed them to his mother.

"Oh, so many copper coins!" Aunt Zhou took the copper coins and counted them.

"Since those bamboo shoots can be sold for money, let's go early tomorrow and everyone should go. We can sell more bamboo shoots while they are still available." Father Zhou watched his wife counting copper coins.

"Yes, Dad, I didn't expect that bamboo shoots are so valuable. Let's get them back and sell them to my brother-in-law's family to make more money." Zhou Laosan also came to the table and said to his father.

When they came back, they had taken turns weighing the coins. Nearly a thousand coins felt heavy in their hands.

"I think so too. My younger sister told me that they not only collect bamboo shoots, but also dried bamboo shoots. We can make dried bamboo shoots out of them when the time comes."

My younger sister has already told them how to process bamboo shoots and how to make dried bamboo shoots. She has also repeatedly warned them not to disclose the methods. Although those methods are very simple and will be known to others sooner or later, it is better to keep their mouths shut for now.

"Well, that's fine. Let's all go back and rest early tonight and get up early tomorrow. I'll trouble you to prepare some dry food tomorrow morning. We'll eat on the mountain tomorrow." After Old Man Zhou spoke, the others didn't dare to stay and all went back to their rooms to rest.

"Okay, I'll prepare it tomorrow morning. Use these ten copper coins to buy something delicious for your wife." Aunt Zhou took out ten copper coins and handed them to the eldest son. She turned to the other two sons and said, "Don't complain. When you get married, you will have some."

"We eat at home every day, and we don't have any other place to spend money. You don't need to give it to us, just give it to my eldest brother and his wife." Zhou Laoer and Zhou Laosan waved their hands quickly to indicate that they didn't need it.

"Thank you, mother." Zhou Lao Da happily put the ten copper coins into his pocket. He would take them back and give them to his wife in a while. She would definitely be very happy. Zhou Lao Da thought so

The next morning, the Zhou family got up early, took the dry food prepared by Aunt Zhou, and went up the mountain with bamboo baskets on their backs. In the bamboo baskets were several sacks.

For several days in a row, in addition to the villagers of Qingshan Village sending bamboo shoots to the Chen family, the Zhou family also sent bamboo shoots, so Sui He really has no shortage of bamboo shoots now.

Suihe had made arrangements with the Zhou family to send her food every few days, and to make all the extra bamboo shoots into dried bamboo shoots.

In Qingshan Village, except for the fresh bamboo shoots delivered to Tongren Restaurant every day, Suihe dried the rest of the bamboo shoots. Because there were too many bamboo shoots, he even used the pot of the tofu workshop. Not only did Suihe dry the bamboo shoots in his yard, but he also borrowed Lin Lao's yard.

After the bamboo shoots are dried, Suihe will collect them and save them for eating in winter. The amount of dried bamboo shoots needed by Tongren Restaurant alone is not a small amount.

As the bamboo shoots from Tongren Restaurant became popular, the surrounding villagers began to go up the mountain to dig bamboo shoots and bring them to the town to sell. For a while, the town was full of bamboo shoots.

Unfortunately, the buyers don’t know how to remove the bitter taste when they take it home, so the food is not only inedible, but also a waste of firewood.

Since they couldn't make bamboo shoots well, they stopped buying them. The villagers found that they couldn't sell them, so they stopped selling them over time. Some people were smart and wanted to send them to other restaurants. Unfortunately, except for Tongren Restaurant, other restaurants didn't know how to make bamboo shoots. Tongren Restaurant only accepted bamboo shoots from Suihe Family, and would not accept them even if they lowered the price.

"Village Chief Zhao, please help us to speak up for us. It would be a shame to leave so many bamboo shoots rotting away."

"Yes, village chief, you are the head of the village, they will definitely give you face for what you say, just help them." The families who sold bamboo shoots to Huang Cuihua came to the village chief's house to ask for help.

It turned out that after seeing the bamboo shoots launched by Tongren Restaurant were well received, Huifeng Restaurant also wanted to follow suit, so they bought some bamboo shoots to study, but they could not figure out the reason.

The people at Huifeng Restaurant thought that maybe there was something wrong with the bamboo shoots. After asking around, they found out that they were from Qingshan Village, so they decided to arrange for someone to buy them.

Just as they were about to go out to look for someone, they saw a woman walk into their hotel and ask if they needed bamboo shoots. She could deliver them. This woman was Huang Cuihua.

When the people at Huifeng Restaurant heard this and inquired, they were overjoyed to find out that Huang Cuihua was from Qingshan Village.

They agreed to let Huang Cuihua go back to collect bamboo shoots, but the bamboo shoots she brought back were no different from those from other places. No matter how the HSBC Restaurant prepared them, they had an astringent taste that was hard to swallow. Even if they dried them and stewed them with chicken, they still didn't taste good. Several old hens were wasted in vain. The HSBC Restaurant thought they were being cheated, so they drove Huang Cuihua out and said they didn't need her bamboo shoots anymore.

Huang Cuihua's bamboo shoots were not selling well, so she certainly didn't want to spend her own money to buy other people's bamboo shoots, which also caused the bamboo shoots of those people in the village to rot at home.

Other people in the village had money coming in every day, but they didn't. They were anxious, but they were too embarrassed to ask the Chen family for help, so they went to the village chief, hoping that he would come forward and let the Chen family take their bamboo shoots.

"Don't look for me, I won't help you." Village Chief Zhao ignored them and waved his hand to let them go back.

"Village Chief, we are all relatives after all. According to seniority, I have to call you uncle. Please help us." Aunt Feng stopped in front of Village Chief Zhao and pleaded: "I haven't made any money for several days. My family is almost out of food. Now I hope to sell these bamboo shoots for some money."

"I can't help you. I can't make the decision on this matter." Village Chief Zhao looked unhappy. Did he not want to help? These people narrowed their own path. How could he help them?

"I told you to think it over carefully, but you didn't listen. What's the point of coming to me for help now? I can't help you, I can't help you."

After saying this, Village Chief Zhao went back home without even looking at other people's reactions. These people had refused to listen to him before, and he would not listen now.

"Village Chief Zhao..." Aunt Feng saw that the village chief didn't agree, so she had to give up.

"What should we do? The village chief doesn't agree to help us." Mrs. Wang came up to Aunt Feng and asked. Mrs. Wang was the one who sold the bamboo shoots to Huang Cuihua.

"If I had known earlier, I should have sold these bamboo shoots to the Chen family. A little less is better than letting them rot in my hands now," sighed Mrs. Wang.