I asked you to dig wild vegetables to pay off your debt, not go up the mountain to pick up money!

"..."

Song An Ning hurriedly supported her, but she had already fainted, so she could only carry her into the house.

"Master, Xiangxiang has detected that the sister in your arms is severely malnourished, suffering from hypoglycemia, anemia, and overwork..."

A fifteen-year-old girl, so thin that she is just a bag of bones, weighing only about sixty or seventy kilograms. This He deserves to die!

It was the first time for her to carry a girl in her arms like a princess, and she felt that her boyfriend was now extremely powerful.

Inside the house, Song Zeyuan and Song Anyue had already woken up and were happily stroking their new clothes. They must have been rewarded by their elder sister for their good performance yesterday.

Seeing Song An Ning carrying someone into the room and putting him on his bed, the two little ones hurried over.

"What happened to Sister Qiuyue?"

"Did Sister Qiuyue's stepmother beat her again?"

"She's so tired."

Song An Ning didn't want to explain too much, so she asked the two kids to change their clothes and light the fire. She spent a hundred coins to buy a bottle of glucose from the mall and fed it to them little by little.

Fortunately, Wang Qiuyue drank it all and went to the kitchen to cook white rice porridge, in which she also put a few red dates and dried longans.

After the family finished their meal, Wang Qiuyue slowly woke up and sighed while lying on the bed. She knew that Song An Ning had saved her again.

"Sister Qiuyue, you're awake. My sister has cooked dinner. I'll get it for you."

Song Anyue ran out happily. Her elder sister had just cooked some sweet porridge with some delicious food in it. Sister Qiuyue would feel better after eating it.

"Aning, I'm sorry to trouble you."

She tried to get up, but Song An Ning pushed her back: "Rest for a while and drink some porridge.

If you fall ill, what will Ah Sheng do?"

Seeing that Song Anyue brought white rice porridge, she was about to refuse, but then she remembered what Song An Ning had just said. Yes, the engagement had just ended and A Sheng was still sick. She had to get up and take care of her brother and work hard to make money to repay the Song family's kindness.

The sweet and glutinous rice porridge went down my throat. The last time I had white rice porridge was when my mother was still alive.

Tears fell down, because of the grievances suffered over the years and the gratitude to the Song family.

"How's the matter of breaking up the relationship?"

Thinking of what happened last night, Wang Qiuyue sneered: "My father didn't agree at first, but then the village head and several elders got angry. He was worried that I would do something to her children at home, so she persuaded him a lot, and then he signed the severance letter.

This morning, the village head went to town with the letter of severance."

She felt uneasy every day without the official stamp.

"Just sign it. From now on, you will be able to set up your own business and make a living."

Wang Qiuyue smiled bitterly after hearing this. "Grandpa Lizheng is kind enough to let Ah Sheng and I stay at his house first, but it's not a long-term solution after all."

Now, the two siblings have no house or land, and she dares not think about how they will live in the future.

After eating a bowl of porridge, Wang Qiuyue felt much better and was no longer embarrassed to lie down.

He stood up and looked at Wang Ying'er who was weaving a basket, and handed the small basket he brought to Song An Ning.

"Here are more than ten pounds of bamboo shoots. I don't know if it's enough to pay for Ah Sheng's medicine. If not, I'll pay you back after I sell the bamboo shoots."

Last night, after several elders argued for her and A Sheng, they finally got a basket of bamboo shoots, which was all their belongings.

"You don't need so much. This is medicine to dispel the cold. Take it back and give it to Ah Sheng. I'll take two bamboo shoots, and you can take the rest back and sell them."

Song Anning picked out two bamboo shoots from her small basket, and an idea suddenly came to her mind.

"Sister, you've seen how my mother is doing now, and there's no one to take care of the two little ones at home. If you don't mind, bring Ah Sheng to my house during the day to help take care of them. You can fetch water, collect firewood, and make clothes. I'll cook the meals myself. Ten copper coins a day."

"No, this is too much. Sister Aning, I know you pity me and Asheng, but it's not easy for you to earn money. I can't agree to this.

And there's also the cost of Ah Sheng's medicine. Such good medicine is probably not cheap, so you should take all these bamboo shoots."

After hearing her say this, Song An Ning felt more determined. She was right about the person.

"Sister, after you finish making the clothes, there's other work to do. I plan to raise some chickens and ducks, and there's no one to take care of the vegetable garden out back. It's a lot to do, and I really can't handle it all by myself.

The more work you do, the higher your wages will be.

Don't rush to give me an answer, go back and think about it carefully."

"I……"

She was used to doing farm work and knew that it was not an easy task to finish all these. Now, she was in urgent need of money, so she decided to give it a try. It would be good if she could earn a copper coin.

"Aning, I've made up my mind."

"Do you want to?"

"willing!"

"Okay, then Sister will go back first. Bring Ah Sheng here tomorrow morning."

On the way back, Wang Qiuyue felt that she must be crazy. Song An Ning still owed everyone a lot of money. Could he really come up with three hundred copper coins in a month?

No matter what, her life and her brother's life were saved by Song An Ning, so she would not be willing to do so even if he did not pay her.

As soon as Wang Qiuyue left, Zhang came.

"Aning, where's your mother? It's already this late, why isn't she going to town to sell bamboo shoots?"

Wang Ying'er is a hardworking person. In previous years, when selling bamboo shoots, Wang Ying'er would drive the earliest batch of ox carts to the town. What happened today?

"Grandma, Mom's gone crazy again..."

"Mom is weaving baskets in the backyard."

"..."

Zhang looked at Song An Ning in disbelief, and when she saw her granddaughter nodded, her face turned cold.

I thought my daughter-in-law was well, but she was only well for one day. What should I do with these three children?

Fortunately, she came and helped Song An Ning carry the bamboo shoots to the village entrance.

"Grandma, I'm taking Yuan to town. Please help look after Yue and her family."

"Don't worry, I'm at home."

When Song Zeyuan heard that his sister was going to take him to town, he was so happy that he put on his small backpack and waited at the gate early.

The oxcart coming back from the town had just arrived at the village entrance. The bamboo shoots were too heavy, so the oxcart could only carry five people, each paying three cents.

Each family had three or four backpacks, so the bus was a bit crowded. Along the way, I heard people chatting about this and that, sometimes talking about village gossip, and sometimes talking about the market price of bamboo shoots this year.

"This year, there's a bumper harvest of bamboo shoots. They're sold everywhere, and even restaurants won't buy them. Sigh..."

"We'll sell as many as we can, at least it's income."

"Have you heard? Old Wang's Qiuyuezhen and Wang Qingshan have severed their engagement. The village head went to town early this morning with the letter of severance."

"Alas, although it sounds bad to break off the relationship, if those two children don't break off the relationship, they will really have no way to survive."

"It's strange. The doctors all said Wang Sheng's illness was incurable, but he was completely cured right after his marriage ended. God must have pity on these two children."

The spring breeze is warm and the ox cart is swaying.

Song Anning was drowsy, but she was not worried about not being able to sell the bamboo shoots. She would let the system recycle the ones she dug, and she could store the ones Wang Yinger dug in her backpack and eat them slowly.

It's just a pity for the villagers. They have walked such a long way and worked hard all day, but they can't sell their goods. How angry must they be?

After riding on the ox cart for half an hour, the group finally arrived at their destination.