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

"Help! Someone is plotting to murder a future imperial official..."

Zhao Lanhua cried heartbreakingly. How could her son end up like this when he went to Song Erhe's house to ask for meat? It must be their murderous hand.

"There's no law in Banyue Village... I'm going to report it to the police and have all of you Songs arrested..."

He cried for so long, but not a single person showed up to watch.

Villagers:

I'm eating meat and don't have time to watch the fun. You He family members are so greedy.

Villagers who have been to the Yamen:

What a joke! Where's the evidence? Without evidence, the authorities won't care. They haven't seen anything anyway.

After a while, He Guangzong was awakened by the pain of a severed finger and could only speak in a low voice:

"Mom, this has nothing to do with the Song family. I fell into the ditch by myself. Go to Wanhetang quickly, go quickly..."

After saying that, he fainted again. Now he just wanted to stay away from Song An Ning.

That female Rakshasa must have followed him secretly for a long time before she discovered his secret. These things must not be known to the academy.

The He family had a very bad reputation in the village. Zhao Lanhua wanted to find someone to help, but after calling for a long time, no one came.

He could only put He Guangzong on the ground and run home to find someone.

After dinner, Song Anning leaned on the stone mill in the yard in a daze, while Wang Qiuyue sat beside her doing needlework.

The two of them chatted casually, and the three children squatted on the ground playing with ants. This atmosphere was soothing.

Wang Ying'er is still the same, eating and sleeping with a flat backpack.

Unlike before, she would occasionally stop what she was doing and stare blankly at the children.

"Master, why are you so listless? Where's the energy you had when you beat someone just now?"

Xiangxiang deliberately joked with her. She could feel Song Anning's mood. When she learned that Song Feng and Song Zeyu went to the beach, her owner became depressed.

"I was thinking about Daddy."

There is only one way to get from the town to the seaside, and that is to take a boat down the river.

When returning to the town, the boat is pulled upstream by trackers.

My father and elder brother passed through this river in Banyue Village and were transported to the seaside right under their noses.

How desperate must they be? What kind of life are they living now?

The passing ships were all merchant ships, privately owned. It was impossible for her, an ordinary citizen, to travel by water.

"Aning, Aning, look who's here?"

Song Dashan's voice came from outside the wall, his tone was cheerful, as if there was something happy going on.

Upon hearing this, Song An Ning quickly opened the door and saw Zuixianju's carriage parked not far away, with Manager Zhao coming out from inside.

"Uncle Zhao, why did you come here in person? Come inside and sit down."

Manager Zhao had just returned from the provincial capital and came to Banyue Village without even changing his clothes.

"I'm a little thirsty, so I won't be polite."

Looking at the thatched hut in front of him that was about to collapse, Manager Zhao was stunned for a moment, but he quickly reacted and strode into the house.

"Sister Qiuyue, there is hot water in the kitchen. Please make some tea. Thank you for your hard work."

After buying a bag of high-quality tea from the mall and giving it to Wang Qiuyue, Song Anning also entered the house.

There are no decent tables, chairs or benches at home, so Manager Zhao has to bear the responsibilities.

So, everyone saw the tall shopkeeper Zhao sitting on a small stool like a good boy, looking at Song An Ning with bright eyes.

"Ning girl, I'm sorry to bother you so much. I just came back from the capital, and the master said that if possible, we can finalize the cooperation today.

That's one reason. Secondly, I want to see for myself what peppers look like when they grow in the soil. Aning, let Uncle Zhao open his eyes, too."

Since it's a collaboration, it's normal for them to come and take a look. Song Anning quickly made an invitation gesture. Let's go to the vegetable garden and take a look. I can't bear to see Shopkeeper Zhao sitting on a small stool.

"It's in the backyard, Uncle Zhao, please..."

"Hehe, okay..."

Shopkeeper Zhao wiped his sweat. The last time he sat on a small stool was when he was seven or eight years old. His body was not strong enough and he couldn't bear to curl up for too long.

In the backyard, the vegetable seedlings planted a few days ago have grown a lot, and several pepper plants have already bloomed small white flowers, swaying in the wind.

Wang Qiuyue and Wang Sheng also specially cleaned up the vegetable garden, pulled out most of the weeds, and hundreds of pepper seedlings stood neatly in the vegetable garden.

"Uncle Zhao, these are chili peppers. I planted them in a warm place in the mountains so they mature earlier.

The vegetables in the vegetable garden can be picked in twenty days."

Shopkeeper Zhao's attention was not on the peppers. Instead, he looked at Wang Ying'er weaving baskets in the corner and asked:

"This is?"

Song Anning quickly introduced:

"This is my mother. She's been holding back on some issues, and her mind isn't working very well.

I locked myself up in the backyard all day making baskets, and now I only recognize these people at home."

"..."

Shopkeeper Zhao quickly apologized, turned his head to a deserted place and slapped his mouth twice.

What a rude thing to say! Why are you asking this? This is like stabbing Aning in the heart...

His expression was extremely unnatural, and he quickly tried to make amends:

"Aning, everyone will encounter difficulties in their life, but no matter how difficult it is, it will pass.

When something like this happens at home, you should also persuade your father to be more open-minded. The disease can always be cured.

By the way, your father is not at home?"

Shopkeeper Zhao, who had wanted to change the subject, hit a wall again. After he asked this question, he saw Song Dashan and the two little ones from the Song family all lower their heads.

"?"

"Half a year ago, my father and eldest brother went hunting in the mountains and never came back."

"..."

Shopkeeper Zhao: I really deserve to die... Just a few words will really make him feel guilty for the rest of his life...

La Jiao didn't want to watch anymore. He covered his face with his hands and just wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into. Now that everything was said, what should he do?

"Uncle Zhao, you also said that life has to go on. I have to work hard to make money, take care of my mother's medical treatment, and take good care of my younger brothers and sisters..."

Shopkeeper Zhao: I've sunk into a deep well of self-blame and can't extricate myself...

"Uncle Zhao, look, there are not only peppers here, but also eggplants, which were also found in the mountains."

Seeing that his face was flushed and he was about to cry, Song An Ning quickly changed the subject and pointed to the plants not far away and introduced them.

"Eggplant? What is that? Is it spicy too?"

"It's not spicy. I've only had it a few times, and it tastes pretty good. I'll send it to you when this batch is ripe."

"Okay, okay! But... can you plant more? We have 19 Zuixianju restaurants in Tongchuan Prefecture. They have many customers and consume a lot of food. These are only enough for one Zuixianju."

Over the past two days, Zuixianju has been serving up leftover chili peppers and preserved eggs for tasting, and customers are loving them. In the end, some even started fighting over a plate of preserved eggs.

If it were to be put up for sale, the threshold of Zuixianju would be trampled down.

Of course Song An Ning knew that they had to be planted on a large scale. After all, these things were unique in the entire Nanyue Dynasty and could not be bought even with money.

She doesn't intend to sell at a low profit but in large quantities; she wants to sell at a high output and at a high price.

Thinking of this, he slowly asked:

"Uncle Zhao, it wasn't easy for me to raise these. Look at the price..."