Dressed as a farmer's widow, she brought her daughter to stock up on food and reached the top

Everyone looked at Xiuying with gratitude.

Xiuying looked at everyone's happy faces and continued, "Our village should work together and live a good life together!"

Her eyes were full of expectation and confidence for the future.

Xiuying put her hands on her hips and said solemnly, "But everyone must ensure that this breed of broiler chickens does not leave the village. This is a treasure we worked so hard to obtain. If it gets out, our advantage will be gone."

She swept her eyes over the crowd with a determined look, her tone serious.

“In the future, when we go to the city to sell broiler chickens, we will all kill the chickens and sell them together, so that we can control the price ourselves.

We can't fight alone. Only by uniting as one can we sell our broiler chickens at a good price and make everyone's life better and better!"

Xiuying spoke passionately, with beads of sweat appearing on her forehead.

Everyone nodded, their eyes gleaming with recognition.

"Xiuying is right, we'll listen to you!"

"That's right, let's do it together!"

Everyone's voices rose one after another, full of determination and strength.

Xiuying looked at everyone with relief, a bright smile on her face: "Then it's settled, let's work hard together!"

Xiuying's supporters, Mrs. Sun and Aunt Li, immediately said, "Xiuying has really thought this through. Who wouldn't be envious of these growing chicks? And most importantly, they'll only be ready for slaughter in just over 40 days."

As Mrs. Sun spoke, she slapped her thigh, her face full of excitement.

Aunt Li also echoed: "That's right! If it weren't for Xiuying, we wouldn't be able to make money like this."

She smiled so hard that her eyes narrowed into slits, and gave a thumbs up in Xiuying's direction.

Mrs. Sun continued, "If such a good chick were to get out and someone else learn how to do it, it would be a huge loss. Fortunately, Xiuying was thoughtful!"

She nodded repeatedly, looking at Xiuying with eyes full of admiration.

Aunt Li folded her arms over her chest and said with emotion, "Xiuying is a brilliant mind. She's going to help us get rich together. We all have to listen to her!"

After saying this, he did not forget to emphasize it to the people around him.

Most of the villagers are honest farmers, dedicated to farming. Their faces bear the marks of time, their hands calloused from years of hard work. Every day, they leave home to greet the rising sun and return home to watch the setting sun. Their lives are simple and repetitive.

Now that Xiuying is leading everyone to prosperity, it's like seeing a bright light in the darkness. Hope glitters in their eyes, and their originally sad faces gradually relax.

"Xiuying is a really capable girl. She can think of so many ways to make money." An uncle said with a silly smile, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to be dancing.

He couldn't even count all the money, so it would be best if he could sell broiler chickens with everyone. Thinking of this, he felt relieved.

"Yes, if we follow Xiuying, our lives will definitely get better and better."

Another aunt took over and put down the bowl in her hand, looking forward to a better life in the future.

The children were playing nearby, and when they heard the adults talking, they happily shouted, "We are going to have a good life!"

The whole village is filled with expectation and confidence for the future, as if a better life is just around the corner.

Seeing that everyone agreed, the village chief nodded, a pleased smile on his face, and then said loudly: "Li Shenghui, take out the pen and ink you prepared!"

Li Shenghui responded and quickly brought out the pen and ink.

The village chief looked at everyone with a serious expression: "This matter cannot be done by just talking, it must be written down. If anyone lets the broiler chickens in his family leave the village alive, then this person will be expelled with the chickens! The family's land will be confiscated!" The village chief's voice was firm and powerful, and there was no room for doubt.

Everyone gasped when they heard this, but then nodded in agreement.

"The village chief is right, that's what we have to do!"

"Yes, this is the only way to protect our interests!"

Everyone was talking at once.

Li Shenghui picked up a pen and began writing on the paper. As he wrote, he said, "Everyone wants to live a good life, so we have to abide by the rules!"

After finishing the letter, he passed the pen to the first person who came forward to sign. The atmosphere was solemn and serious, and everyone was aware of the importance of this document.

When it was Zhou Dazhu's turn, it was his youngest son, Zhou Xiaoxiong, who timidly stepped forward to put his fingerprints. He was wearing shabby clothes, his hands were dirty, and his face showed a shrewdness and strength that didn't match his age.

Zhou Dazhu was still in jail, and Hongmei lay in bed with her leg still unhealed. Everyone could see the hardships the family was going through. The villagers expressed sympathy, believing that Zhou Dazhu's actions could not be blamed on his wife and children.

At this time, the kind villager Aunt Wang served Zhou Xiaoxiong a bowl of mutton offal. Aunt Wang's face was full of distress, and she said softly: "Child, take it back to nourish your mother."

Zhou Xiaoxiong's eyes lit up. He actually wanted to bring some food back for his mother, but after seeing what happened to Zhao Cunliang's family when they took the food, he didn't dare to take out the prepared bowls. He quickly bowed and thanked them: "Thank you, Aunt Wang!"

Uncle Li, who was standing nearby, also came over and stuffed a few hot buns into Zhou Xiaoxiong's hands, saying lovingly, "Xiaoxiong, take these back to your mother."

Zhou Xiaoxiong's eyes moistened and his voice choked: "Thank you, Uncle Li."

Other villagers also lent a hand, some giving eggs, others a handful of vegetables. Zhou Xiaoxiong, his hands full of food, was filled with gratitude. He bowed deeply to everyone, then carefully carried the bowl of mutton offal, carrying everyone's care and love as he walked home.

……

Hongmei was still lying on the bed in the room. Her injuries were not serious, but when she thought of Zhou Dazhu being thrown into jail, tears couldn't stop falling from her eyes. Her brows were furrowed, her face was full of sorrow, and her heart felt like it was being cut by countless knives.

She bit her lip and murmured to herself in a trembling voice: "Dazhu, how could you be so foolish as to make such a mistake?"

Thinking about the future without her husband's support, she felt extremely confused and helpless.

Hongmei turned over and looked at the dilapidated roof with empty eyes. Her child was still young and she was injured. How would she live in the future?

She sighed heavily, covered her face with her hands, and sobbed.

A crisp voice rang out, "Mom!" It was Zhou Xiaoxiong who came back with a bowl of hot mutton offal in his hand.

Hongmei quickly wiped away her tears and forced herself to cheer up: "Little Bear, you're back."

Zhou Xiaoxiong walked quickly to the bedside, his face filled with joy: "Mom, Aunt Wang gave us a bowl of mutton offal to nourish you."

Hongmei looked at her sensible son, feeling a pang of sadness in her heart: "Good boy, I'm not hungry, you eat."