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

"That's right. Xiuying's family wasn't well off before, but she's been able to move out of the family business in recent years and has become very smart and successful in everything she does," a middle-aged woman chimed in, her hands on her hips, her face brimming with emotion and envy.

"Let's learn from Xiuying. Maybe we can live a prosperous life too. The Yang family has a wonderful daughter," said an old man, stroking his beard. His eyes were filled with anticipation.

Everyone was talking at once, expressing their admiration for Xiuying, and they all decided to follow Xiuying's footsteps in the future.

On this deserted street, a crazy woman caught Xiuying's attention.

Xiuying was originally talking to Taohua, and her eyes accidentally swept over him and she was stunned. The man was disheveled, ragged, muttering to himself, holding a rotten piece of wood in his arms, and walking like a madman.

Upon closer inspection, the person was none other than Aunt Liu, who had acted so arrogantly in front of him a few days ago and wanted to take Awang away.

Xiuying was shocked and could not help but frown. She never thought that the arrogant and domineering Concubine Liu would end up like this.

Aunt Liu didn't seem to recognize Xiuying at all, and she continued to talk nonsense on the street. Her eyes were unfocused, her steps were unsteady, and she had completely lost her former elegance and arrogance.

Xiuying sighed softly and said to Taohua, "Things in this world are unpredictable. Who could have thought that she would become like this? This is the end of being in love." After that, she drove away in a hurry on the ox cart, not wanting to look at her again.

That day, Concubine Liu returned to the Chen Mansion from Futian Village. Butler Li told Chen Yonggui about Concubine Liu's fake pregnancy. Concubine Liu, who was usually spoiled, didn't take this matter to heart at all. She believed that Chen Yonggui loved her and that they would have their own children sooner or later.

No one expected that Chen Yonggui would lock up Concubine Liu in the woodshed. The servants who were bullied on a daily basis took the opportunity to take revenge, and she went crazy in a few days.

After Concubine Liu went crazy, she was thrown out and ruthlessly abandoned in this cold world like a piece of rag. Her former luxurious life and the power to call the wind and rain had all turned into nothing.

She wandered the streets in a daze, her messy hair covering her face, muttering to herself.

"I'll give birth to your child, don't drive me away..."

Those who used to flatter her now avoided her, fearing that they would be tainted with bad luck. Those whom she had once oppressed by relying on her power now mocked her.

"Look, this is karma!"

"Oh, isn't this Aunt Liu? You will also have this day!"

"Where did Aunt Liu's belly go? It turns out it was fake!"

Someone was cursing in the corner.

"Shameless vixen!"

"Let the lowly embryo die."

Aunt Liu sometimes laughed wildly, sometimes cried, as if her soul had left her body, leaving only a walking corpse. No one knew what she saw in her crazy world, and no one was willing to care. She just wandered alone on the streets.

……

Due to the drought this year, the number of Alstonia arborescens in the mountains and forests is exceptionally low. Villagers gather in groups at the village entrance, shaking their heads and sighing, their faces filled with regret.

"At this time of year in previous years, chicken mushrooms would appear in the forests one after another."

An old man squatted on the ground, puffing on his pipe and recalling the good old days. He squinted his eyes and the wrinkles on his face seemed to have deepened.

"Yes, in previous years, we could fill a basket with just a trip into the mountains."

A young man followed up, his eyes filled with nostalgia. The hoe in his hand hung limply on the ground.

"With the current situation this year, it would be great if we could find a few flowers."

An older woman, carrying an empty basket, sighed helplessly, her eyes filled with disappointment as she gazed at the distant mountains and forests.

Everyone was lamenting the scarcity of the chicken mushrooms this year. The mountains and forests remained, but the chicken mushrooms that once flourished were nowhere to be found, a testament to nature's severity.

At this time, Xiuying's family was busy again. The family got up early, their faces full of anticipation and enthusiasm, as they prepared to harvest sweet potatoes.

Wearing an apron and holding farm tools in her hands, Xiuying said to her family, "Although it is dry this year, we have taken good care of our sweet potato fields, so we should be able to have a good harvest." Her eyes were full of hope.

Taohua was also helping, her little face rosy from the sun, and she said, "Mom, I can help too!" She ran around happily, full of energy.

The older children picked up their hoes and followed Xiuying towards the sweet potato field. The sunlight shone on them, outlining their hardworking figures.

Sun Huahua ran back panting and told Mrs. Sun loudly: "Mom, Xiuying's family has started harvesting sweet potatoes!" Her face was flushed and her forehead was covered with sweat.

When Mrs. Sun heard this, she frowned and said in confusion, "Xiuying said it takes five or six months to grow sweet potatoes. It's only been more than four months now. Can they be harvested?" She stopped her needlework, her eyes filled with confusion.

Sun Huahua said anxiously, "I don't know either, Mom, should we go and take a look?" She pulled at the corner of Mrs. Sun's clothes, looking curious.

Mrs. Sun thought for a moment and said, "Let's go and take a look. Maybe Xiuying's family made a mistake."

As he said this, he put down the work in his hands and walked towards Xiuying's sweet potato field with Sun Huahua.

She had to hurry and remind Xiuying, fearing that she might be too busy and make a mistake. Mrs. Sun thought to herself, and her steps quickened.

"If you harvest the sweet potatoes before they're ripe, all your work will be in vain and you'll waste a good crop."

Mrs. Sun walked and talked to herself, her expression full of anxiety and worry.

Sun Huahua followed closely behind and echoed, "That's right, Mom, let's hurry up." Her face turned red from running, and beads of sweat kept dripping down her forehead.

After a while, they arrived at Xiuying's sweet potato field.

Without even taking a breath, Mrs. Sun shouted to Xiuying in the field, "Xiuying, don't rush to harvest. I think these sweet potatoes are not ripe yet!"

When the families who had originally divided the sweet potato vines heard that Xiuying was going to harvest the sweet potatoes early, they also hurried over, their faces tense and their steps hurried.

"Xiuying, why are we harvesting sweet potatoes now? It's not the right time yet!" Uncle Li asked loudly while wiping his sweat.

"Yes, but don't act impulsively and ruin the harvest." Aunt Li also echoed, her face full of worry.

"We all rely on these sweet potatoes to make a living. Xiuying, are you too busy to think clearly?" Brother Zhao frowned and stared at Xiuying.

For a moment, everyone was talking at once, trying to persuade Xiuying to give up the idea of harvesting the sweet potatoes early.