Farmhouse Green Plum

Lai Di said, "That's different. Even with our help, you are at a higher risk of being discovered than us. More importantly, you did more than us, so you deserve more money."

Without waiting for a rebuttal, she added: "We want to do this for a long time, so we should be fair. Everyone's contribution is different, and equal distribution is too general."

Xiaoxiang also said: "Yes, Daya, you have done more than us, so I am convinced that you should get more money. Besides, if you hadn't brought us in, we wouldn't have made any money."

After a moment of silence, Daya said, "This way, we will divide the money we earn each time according to the contribution we made.

This time I contributed more, so I will take more, and my younger brother will get less, as he is only responsible for guarding the herbs."

Song Yuanben didn't care about their argument. He was used to his share not being damaged. For example, if there were not enough duck eggs at home, he could still eat one by himself, and his father and grandmother could either share one or not eat any.

Song Yuan was a little unhappy when he suddenly heard that he was short of money, "Sister, I..."

Before he could finish, Daya said, "The more you work, the more you earn. You do the least work, so naturally you earn less."

"But……"

"Laidi and Xiaoxiang are not grandma and the others, so there is no reason for them to give in to you." Daya interrupted him again.

"What about you?" Song Yuan was very unconvinced, "You are my sister, you should always give in to me, right?"

Daya lowered her eyes, feeling a sharp pain in her heart. She was extremely annoyed by the title of "sister".

Because she is the elder sister, even though Song Tian is not much younger than her, she has to give in to her two cousins unconditionally.

She still remembers the first time she went to wash clothes alone. At that time, her grandmother told her that she was six years old and could take on the task of washing clothes, but her younger brothers were still young and it was dangerous to go to the river.

She thought that her two cousins would also have to take on the task of washing clothes after they turned six.

Until a year later, when Song Tian was six years old, her grandmother never mentioned the incident. She mustered up the courage to bring it up, but was scolded, "Washing clothes is a girl's job. Have you ever seen a boy washing clothes?"

But Song Tian didn't do other work. He only started doing easy work like herding cattle when he was almost eight years old this year.

Later, Daya gradually realized that she would always be older than Song Tian and Song Yuan. According to this logic, she had to always give in to Song Tian and Song Yuan.

'Sister' is a shackle, and also a fig leaf for the elders to cover up their preference for boys over girls.

Daya squatted down, looked into Song Yuan's eyes, and said almost word by word: "I don't want to give in to you forever, not even this time."

She spoke slowly and softly, but with an indescribable firmness, as if she was declaring something.

Song Yuan was shocked by the solemnity in her tone, and could no longer speak out his usual arguments. After a while, he said aggrievedly: "Okay, but in the future, if I do more, you have to give me more money."

"Okay, the more you work, the more you get. As long as you do more, you will get more money."

After several discussions, they finally decided that of the 11 cents, Daya would take 4 cents, Laidi and Xiaoxiang would each take 3 cents, and Song Yuan would take 1 cent.

Daya successfully got away with it when she returned home with a basket full of pine needles. During dinner, she asked tentatively, "Grandma, I want a name."

Li glanced at her and ignored her.

Thinking of the moment of embarrassment when Lin Wenxuan asked her name, she mustered up her courage and asked again: "Can you give me a name?"

Li frowned and asked sternly, "Isn't Daya a name?"

That captivating look frightened Daya's heart, and she tried to defend herself: "Daya is just a ranking, not a name~."

Seeing her talking back, Li's anger immediately rose, and she asked in a sarcastic tone: "What name do you want to give it? How about calling it Fairy?"

Daya shut up tactfully.

Li started to scold: "You are so charming every day, and you still think your name is not nice. The names of the courtesans in the brothels are nice. Do you want me to give you one?..."

The request to change the name ended in vain amid Li's cursing.

Worried that Li was still angry, Daya was still trembling with fear until the next morning, afraid that she would make a wrong move.

Today, county officials are coming to collect the autumn grain. The Song family got up early, weighed the rice again and again, and confirmed the amount of autumn grain to be handed over.

At noon, Uncle Song came back from the village head's house and said before he even entered, "The location has been decided. It's in front of the community school in Wutong Village. There's plenty of space there so we can set it up."

Li frowned when she heard this: "The area at the entrance of our village is also flat, and it could be put there in previous years. Why did they change it this year?"

"It was decided by the government officials. The village chief has no choice but to ask the nearby villages to pay the taxes in Wutong Village." Second Uncle Song also sighed. Paying grain in their own village is much more convenient than paying it in other villages.

He picked up the shoulder pole, carried two baskets and walked out. "It's getting late, we need to move quickly. I heard the official is on his way."

If I had known it was in another village, I would have moved there long ago.

"Where are we? Were we close to Wutong Village?" Yang became anxious and hurriedly picked up the huge backpack full of rice next to her and walked out quickly.

If you go too late and make the officials unhappy, I don't know how hard the kick will be.

Li was about to rush over with the scale in hand, but then she felt uneasy and turned back to order, "Daya, fill half the basket and bring more over in case it's not enough. It's hard to run back and forth."

"Okay!" Daya responded quickly.

Li instructed again: "Drive the ducks to the river and carry them back here quickly."

Daya nodded, and her heart finally settled down. It seemed that Li's anger from last night had subsided.

She quickly took out a backpack and filled half of it with millet. She took a bamboo pole and led Song Yuan, drove the ducks into the river, and then turned towards Wutong Village.

Wutong Village and Xinghua Village are separated by only a mountain, and you can get there by crossing the mountain.

The community school was built next to the ancestral temple, covering a vast area. In the center was the lecture hall, with two halls on the sides. The left hall was built to worship the sage Confucius, and the right hall was where the Master sat and rested. There were also dormitory rooms, kitchens, toilets, etc. at the back.

The community school, which used to be quiet and peaceful, was now filled with baskets and backpacks, and was crowded with people and noisy.

At the entrance of the school, there was a row of armchairs, in which several elderly people were sitting, fanning themselves with palm-leaf fans, smoking pipes, and chatting idly.

Daya knew two of them, one was the village chief and the other was her great-grandfather.

As for the others whom I don’t know, I can roughly guess that they must be the most respected people in each village.

The villagers gathered in different villages. Most of them from Xinghua Village were gathered under a few peach trees in the southeast. Daya quickly found her own basket and backpack. She hurried over and put the grain she had carried next to it.

"Wow, your family brought so much here?" Chen on the side exclaimed in surprise.

Li's face was gloomy. "Just in case. If there are too many, we can carry them back. If there are too few, it will be troublesome."