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

"Hahaha, yes, if you accept it, I will eat dog shit on the spot."

"Hahahahaha..."

"Don't eat and drink for free here, you're quite picky, you have to choose the type of shit you eat..."

Song Anning's voice sounded behind the crowd, and beside her was a middle-aged man with a good temperament. Judging from his clothes, he was either rich or noble.

"Aning, what on earth is going on with what your second uncle said?"

Song Dashan glanced at the man next to her, his heart pounding. Could it be true, as the second kid said? Was Zuixianju going to harvest bamboo shoots?

"Grandpa, Second Grandpa, this is Shopkeeper Zhao from Zuixianju. He's worried we have too many bamboo shoots, so he sent for a carriage to collect them."

"Uncle Zhao, this is my grandfather, and this is my second grandfather, the head of Banyue Village."

After the introduction, Shopkeeper Zhao quickly bowed and said, "I hope both uncles are doing well. You have raised a wonderful granddaughter..."

"..."

Good granddaughter? Who is she?

Is it Song Anning, the good granddaughter who was domineering in the village, stole things, and even shit in other people's wells?

"Your Excellency, your praise is too great, haha, haha..."

Song Dashan laughed awkwardly. The villagers of Banyue Village looked up at the sky. What happened? This little ancestor saved Shopkeeper Zhao's life? How could he deserve such praise?

"I've just discussed a business deal with Shopkeeper Zhao. We'll discuss the details when we get home. First, load the bamboo shoots onto the cart. Shopkeeper Zhao will take any bamboo shoots from Banyue Village."

After saying that, she glanced at the people in Liujia Village provocatively, "Three cents a pound..."

"..."

Finally, it was their turn to be speechless. "Three cents for a pound! Didn't you say you wouldn't charge?"

"Could it be that this girl hired someone to pretend to be someone from Zuixianju to save face?"

"Are you stupid? There's a Zuixianju sign hanging on that carriage. Just looking at the girl's clothes, how could she afford to hire that? I'm afraid it's true."

"Why are you only buying the ones from Banyue Village? Our Liujia Village's bamboo shoots are not bad either!"

A young man of about seventeen or eighteen shouted angrily. Shopkeeper Zhao squinted his eyes and glanced at the soldiers guarding the city gate. The two soldiers immediately nodded and bowed to Shopkeeper Zhao, drew their weapons, and scared away the onlookers.

"..."

Song Erhe reacted quickly and asked everyone to carry the bamboo shoots onto the cart, but was stopped by a few waiters.

"Why don't you do it yourself? We can just lift it."

As he spoke, he carried baskets of bamboo shoots onto the cart with a smile on his face, and told everyone to follow the carriage and wait until the goods were weighed before paying them.

Even Song Erhe, who had seen a lot of things, scratched his head in confusion. Oh my God, what had Aning done? Because of this one person, the whole village was embarrassed.

The three carriages were packed to the brim. Song Dashan led a group of people to Zuixianju to sell bamboo shoots. Song Erhe took the remaining ones and waited for the second and third batches...

An hour later, dozens of people gathered at the back door of Zuixianju, holding heavy silver coins in their hands. From the initial disbelief, now the money clattered in their pockets.

Everyone looked at Song An Ning with gratitude. It was great to be from the same village as this girl.

Several women secretly wiped away their tears. They thought they could sell their goods for a few dozen coins, but when they arrived in the town, they found that they could not sell them at all and were humiliated by the people of Liujia Village.

God knows, when Song An Ning appeared, it was like a fat fairy descending from the sky to save the world.

When the last basket of bamboo shoots was weighed, the clerk wiped the sweat from his brow and exclaimed, "Forty-six kilograms! Wow, this basket of bamboo shoots is really heavy."

These were bamboo shoots from the village headman's house. After paying the money, Manager Zhao personally escorted the group out. He also sent a carriage to take Song An Ning back home, just in time to pick up her chili oil and preserved eggs.

A few women wanted to go back to the market to sell duck eggs, but they heard Song Anning say, "Aunt, take the duck eggs to the cart. From today on, my grandfather and I will buy duck eggs. They are two cents each. You can take as many as you can."

"What? Two cents each? Ning girl, that's the price of chicken eggs. Duck eggs are only one cent."

"Yeah, and besides, your family collects so many duck eggs that they can't eat them all."

Song Dashan was completely confused. What was this for? How could his family afford to buy so many duck eggs?

"I'm doing a duck egg business with Shopkeeper Zhao and we're in urgent need of duck eggs. Aunts and uncles, please feel free to send them over."

Everyone nodded blankly and carried baskets of duck eggs onto the cart. There were only a few people from the Song family on the cart. The rest of the people wanted to buy some cloth and needles and thread with the money they made from selling bamboo shoots.

"Aning, my family sold 300 coins today. Here are 30 copper coins. Please take them. Thank you."

"If it weren't for you, we wouldn't be able to find such good bamboo shoots, and we wouldn't be able to sell them at this price."

"Yes, buy some candy for Ayuan..."

As soon as Aunt Guihua started talking, all the villagers gathered in front of the carriage, took out a handful of silver and stuffed it into Song An Ning's arms. Twenty copper coins could buy ten kilograms of grain or ten eggs, which was not a small amount of money.

But they know how to be grateful. Farmers are not good at speaking, so giving money is the most practical way.

Song Anning smiled and shook her head, putting the copper coins back into their hands.

"Yesterday I said I would buy candied haws for Ayuan and Ayue. The children heard it and were very greedy."

"Use this money to buy some delicious food for the children and make them happy."

Song Dashan and Song Erhe also gave some advice.

"In the past few years, my Aning has troubled you all a lot, so it's only right that I help you all.

Keep your money safe, don't lose it. Buy something and go home as soon as possible. Don't hang around in town, or you might get noticed."

After saying goodbye to everyone, the family sat in the carriage and looked at each other. Song Zeyuan was drowsy. It was not fun at all to come to the town. The adults were all busy with their own things.

Song Anning saw his disappointment, opened the car door, and shouted to the driver:

"Uncle, let's stop at the entrance of town. I want to buy some things for my brother."

"Okay, I'll call you at the town entrance."

After hearing what his elder sister said, Song Zeyuan's expression became a little better, as he could eat candied haws again.

I wonder how little A-Yue is doing at home. When will my sister be able to bring him and A-Yue to town? It should be soon...

At the town entrance, people from Liujia Village were still selling bamboo shoots. Seeing people from Banyue Village carrying empty baskets and buying things wantonly, he felt very sad and didn't dare to raise his head.

Those who just said they wanted to eat shit hid themselves, fearing that people from Banyue Village would come to their house and force them to eat shit.

How arrogant it was at the beginning, how decadent it is now. How did this Banyue Village end up in trouble with Zuixianju?

The carriage slowly stopped at the entrance of the town. Song Anning pulled Song Zeyuan out of the car to buy something, and as expected, two strings of candied haws.

Then there were some miscellaneous snacks that children like. She symbolically bought some meat and large bones. These could have been purchased from the mall, but Song Zeyuan was too smart. He knew exactly what his sister bought and what she used.

In the carriage, Song Dashan and Song Erhe looked serious and couldn't help but question Song Nian.

"Second kid, what kind of business did Aning discuss with Manager Zhao? They're collecting bamboo shoots and sending a carriage to deliver people. It's such a big deal."

"Come on, old man, this is my first time riding in a horse-drawn carriage. It's better than an ox-drawn carriage, hehe..."

Song Nian was just waiting for the two old men to ask him. If they didn't ask him, he wouldn't be able to bear it anymore.

"Dad, Second Uncle, listen to me..."