The eldest sister-in-law became rich by farming in the mountains

For many years, no one has ever said such words to him, and no one has ever thanked these disabled veterans.

Although the government gave them a few taels of silver as compensation at that time, the money was later taken back through increasing taxes year after year.

Of the seventy-eight people who had gone to the battlefield together, some died and some were injured. Now, including himself, there are only nineteen left.

Before Xu Yingtao married into Nanxi Village, everyone was on the verge of survival, but the imperial court had never given them any preferential treatment.

And now, a fifteen-year-old girl, as soon as she made money, tried every means to thank them.

Village chief Zheng couldn't help but be moved.

Xu Yingtao was shocked when she saw this, and quickly looked to Mrs. Zhou for help.

Mrs. Zhou's eyes were also wet. She held Xu Yingtao's hand and said kindly, "Don't be afraid, my dear. Your grandfather is very happy. Grandma promised you that this matter will be handled beautifully for you."

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After Xu Yingtao returned home, she told Jiang about both things.

When Jiang heard that Xu Yingtao wanted to subsidize the old and wounded soldiers, she naturally had no objection.

Her father-in-law died on the battlefield. Among the people who were willing to lend her money, Uncle He, Aunt Liu's husband, and Village Chief Zheng were all veterans who had returned home.

Her heart was filled with gratitude towards these people.

But when she heard that they were going to buy mountain products such as Castanopsis and konjac from other villages, she couldn't help but sigh and whispered, "What a pity."

Xu Yingtao never liked to ask about things that others were unwilling to talk about. If Jiang was willing to talk, she would listen attentively, and if she didn't want to say much, she would never force her to do so.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Xiaohua asked.

"Auntie, what's the pity?"

She has now been completely integrated into this family. Because of her hard work and sweet words, she is loved by the whole family.

Therefore, on some matters, I dare to express my ideas boldly.

Jiang didn't try to hide it and just told it openly.

It turns out that she has an older sister named Jiang Daya.

Like Jiang Shi, Jiang Daya was also exchanged for money by her evil parents and was forced to marry in a village dozens of miles away.

Because the village is located deep in the mountains and the mountain roads are steep, Jiang Daya has been like a kite with a broken string and has never returned to her parents' home since she got married.

As for whether she was living well or even whether she was still alive, Jiang had no way of knowing.

Now that she heard that her eldest daughter-in-law was interested in developing other villages, Jiang's first reaction was that it would be great if she could help her eldest sister.

She was ignorant when she was young, but now that she is a wife and a mother, she has a deeper understanding of the world.

She knew very well that those poor mountain families who were willing to spend a large sum of money on a bride would never treat her well.

If a woman marries into such a family, she not only has to carry on the family line and give birth to children, but also has to work like a slave and serve the whole family.

Even if she used her toes to think, she knew that her elder sister's life would never be easy.

Xu Yingtao felt mixed emotions when she heard this. She asked Jiang gently, "Mother, which town governs the village where my aunt married?"

Sooner or later, her products will be sold in all the towns under the jurisdiction of Guiyun County. By then, she will be able to borrow the extensive connections of the shop owners in each town to find out something.

Jiang obviously understood Xu Yingtao's intention. Her eyes lit up immediately. After thinking for a moment, she said, "Speaking of which, it is also a village under Wufeng Town, but it should not be close to your Xujia Village. I remember that my eldest sister's husband's surname is Hu."

Xu Yingtao had already made up her mind when she heard this, and she consoled him, "In another month, Shopkeeper Zou will come to the village to settle the payment as usual. By then, I will ask him to help keep an eye out for news from the Hu family."

Jiang looked at her with gratitude in her eyes, her voice choking with sobs: "Cherry, thank you."

"We are all family, no need to say thank you."

Xu Yingtao was afraid that Jiang would also shed tears, so she quickly instructed Xie Li to bring two roasted oranges to Xie Bai, and to check whether the charcoal brazier in his room was extinguished.

Xie Li did as she was told and went into the house carrying two warm oranges. A moment later, her curious voice was heard from inside the house.

"Brother, what are you laughing at?"

She had heard her mother talk about her aunt before. Although she had never met her, perhaps because of the blood connection, her heart was broken.

Looking at her second brother at this time, he had a smile on his face and was practicing calligraphy leisurely, not affected by any external emotions.

Xie Li felt that her second brother was heartless.

Although Xie Li had a very good understanding of Xie Bai, she had wronged her second brother this time.

Xie Bai was not laughing at his aunt whom he had never met, but at himself for protecting his family in advance.

This smile is a relief that comes from the heart.

If nothing unexpected happens, Jiang Zhuzi must have swelled up in the river.

But he still couldn't help feeling a little worried. After all, when Jiang Zhuzi fell into the water, he was facing up, not down.

But when he thought of the blood-red river and the increasingly cold weather, he suppressed the uneasiness in his heart.

However, Xie Bai did not expect that in this world, good people often do not live long, while evil deeds last for thousands of years.

Maybe Jiang Zhuzi was not destined to die at that time.

After he fell unconscious, he drifted for several miles in the turbulent river. When he was about to die, he was fished out by a passing fishing boat.

The old fisherman was kind-hearted. He applied herbal medicine to bandage his wounds and fed him fish soup. Jiang Zhuzi woke up slowly the next morning.

Thanks to his youth and strength, Jiang Zhuzi felt no other discomfort after this incident except for the pain in the back of his head and a little dizziness when walking.

After eating the two big fish from the old fisherman for nothing, he went straight back to Jiangjia Village.

In the past, Jiang Zhuzi always liked to hang out with bad friends and it was common for him to stay out all night, so when he did not return home last night, his mother, Mrs. Cao, did not think much about it.

At this moment, seeing Haodaer coming back with a head full of cloth strips, he immediately kicked his legs on the ground in pain.

"Oh my God, who is this evil-hearted person who dares to hit my son? Even if I have to sacrifice my own life, I will kill his entire family!"

Jiang Zhuzi was annoyed by her noise and shouted, "Shut up!"

Mrs. Cao stopped talking immediately.

Jiang Zhuzi sat down around the brazier, sniffed his nose, and directed his mother as usual: "Go stew a hot dish for me, and put more meat in it."

He had touched the wound before, and although it was not deep, it must have bled a lot, so it needed to be repaired.

Mrs. Cao staggered to her feet and looked at her son with difficulty: "Son, we ran out of bacon last month. Can I borrow two eggs from the aunt next door?"

Jiang Zhuzi frowned impatiently: "What are you still dawdling about? Go quickly!"

Mrs. Cao responded repeatedly and rushed out the door in a hurry.

Jiang Zhuzi stared at the jumping sparks in the brazier, and his eyes gradually became fierce.

Without any further guessing, he had already concluded in his heart that this sneak attack must have been carried out by the young widow.

He vowed to take revenge on this matter himself and make the young widow pay for what she had done!

But when he thought about the fact that the young widow knew kung fu, Jiang Zhuzi felt a little scared again.

After much deliberation, he decided to seek help from outside.

Xilihulu drank a bowl of egg noodle soup, and left without saying goodbye to Jiang Zhuzi.

Mrs. Cao was so anxious that she jumped up and down, but she could only grumble quietly: "Your head has been chopped open, why won't you stop?"