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

Zhao Cunliang was cursing fiercely when Zhou Dazhui strolled into his house.

Zhou Dazhu wore his hat askew, his hands tucked into his sleeves, a look of sorrow on his face: "Hey, Lao Zhao, you're cursing so loudly that I can hear you from far away."

Zhao Cunliang glanced at him and said unhappily, "Humph, I'm scolding my family, what's it to you?"

Zhou Dazhu smiled awkwardly: "Alright, we two brothers are in the same boat now. We are the only two families in the village with the most free time."

He found a stool and sat down, sighing, "Other families are busy counting their food, and we can only stare blankly here."

Zhao Cunliang snorted and said nothing more, taking another deep drag on his water pipe. The yard fell silent for a moment, and only the gradually darkening sky seemed to weigh heavily on their hearts.

Zhao Cunliang looked at the gloomy sky and said, "It's going to rain soon in this weather. We can just go grow some food after it rains. It's just that little Xiuying who's trying to trick people.

She wants the villagers to work for her for free.”

He curled his lips, his face full of disdain, and glanced sideways, as if Xiuying was right in front of him, waiting for him to refute her.

Zhou Dazhu heard this and said hesitantly, "Old Zhao, please don't say that. We are the only two families in the village that have no harvest. Besides, these drought days are really hard to bear."

Zhao Cunliang glared at her and said, "So what if she said it? What's so great about her? She can only show off her little skills and fool everyone around." He waved his arms and became more and more excited.

"I don't believe that we would starve to death without her!" Zhao Cunliang stiffened his neck, looking stubborn to the end.

Zhao Cunliang patted his chest as he spoke, his face full of pride and arrogance: "My Zhao family is one of the richest families in the village. We cook every meal. Even if there is no harvest this year, my family will not worry."

He puffed out his chest and held his chin high. "Humph, those who follow Xiuying around are ignorant. I'll just wait for the rain to fall and see who laughs at whom."

Zhou Dazhu nodded timidly, his eyes revealing a hint of doubt and worry: "Yes, yes, Lao Zhao, your family is rich, but if the rain doesn't fall..."

"You're such a jinx!" Zhao Cunliang interrupted him and glared at Zhou Dazhu fiercely: "Shut your stinky mouth, it will definitely rain!"

Zhou Dazhu rolled his eyes and said, "Brother Cunliang, your family has plenty of food, but my family is in dire straits!"

He had a bitter face, his brows wrinkled into a big lump, and he looked at Zhao Cunliang eagerly.

"My family can barely make ends meet, and my child is crying from hunger. What should I do?"

Zhou Dazhu sighed, his shoulders drooping, as if he was bent over by the burden of life.

"Brother Cunliang, please be kind and lend me some food to help me out in an emergency. Now there are rich people like you in the village who have to eat dry food every day." Zhou Dazhui clasped his hands together and looked at Zhao Cunliang almost pleadingly.

When Zhao Cunliang heard Zhou Dazhu's words, his heart suddenly skipped a beat, and he regretted his previous words. But it was too late to take them back now; he couldn't afford to lose face.

Zhao Cunliang's expression changed and the corners of his mouth twitched a few times. He gritted his teeth secretly and cursed Zhou Dazhu in his heart for being ungrateful and choosing this time to embarrass him, but he still pretended to be strong and tried to maintain that proud expression.

Zhao Cunliang waved his hand in a pretentious manner and said, "Hey, Brother Dazhu, don't worry too much. We've been friends for so many years, I'll definitely help you if I can."

But his eyes were a little evasive, and he was thinking about how to produce less food.

When Zhou Dazhu heard this, a smile immediately spread across his face, and he hurriedly said, "Brother Cunliang, thank you so much! You are my savior!"

Zhao Cunliang forced a smile and said, "But Dazhu, my food reserves are not particularly abundant, so I can only give you a little."

Zhou Dazhu nodded repeatedly: "Okay, okay, any little bit is enough, as long as it can solve the immediate problem."

Zhao Cunliang turned around and walked into the house. He hesitated for a long time before coming out with a small bag of grain in his hand. When he handed it to Zhou Dazhu, his hand was still tightly holding the mouth of the bag, with a look of reluctance on his face.

Zhou Dazhu took the food and left with many thanks. Zhao Cunliang looked at his back, stamping his feet in pain, muttering, "Damn Zhou Dazhu, he's really screwed me over!"

At night, Zhao Cunliang tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. He was always thinking about the little bit of food he had lent out and how he would live in the future.

The next morning, Zhao Cunliang's wife, Tian Guilan, discovered that some food was missing. She started crying and making a fuss, "You idiot! You're pretending to be so generous! How can you possibly live like this?"

Zhao Cunliang yelled irritably, "Stop arguing! What can I do? I can't let people stab me in the back!"

At this time, the sky was still gloomy and the rain had not yet fallen.

There are fewer chicken mushrooms this year, so after the villagers stored their grain, they started to go to the mountains to cut grass.

People carried sickles and backpacks, heading up the mountain in groups of two or three. The dry weather had reduced the amount of fresh grass, and in many places the grass had dried up, leaving the ground cracked and the dead grass rustling in the wind.

People looked at the barren hillside with frowns and helpless expressions.

There is only tender grass at the lush mountain springs in the back mountain. It seems like an oasis in the drought, with green grass and full of vitality.

People flocked there, cutting grass and marveling at the rare opportunity to live.

"If it weren't for this mountain spring, I'm afraid there wouldn't even be this little bit of tender grass."

Everyone was talking at once, but they didn't dare to stop working, as they all wanted to cut more grass to take home.

Sun Huahua went to the back mountain early in the morning and cut a basket of grass. She chopped it up and mixed it with wheat bran and poured it into the chicken trough.

The broiler chicks I exchanged from Xiuying were already half a month old. Broilers grow much faster. In the chicken coop, the fluffy chicks chirped and were lively and active.

Sun Huahua came to check on them every day, her eyes full of anticipation. The chicks had grown noticeably larger than when she first arrived, their feathers gradually growing fuller. They scrambled for food, and after eating, they huddled together in a warm corner to rest.

"If we keep going like this, it won't be long before we can sell them out."

"Yes, we can have such a good life thanks to Xiuying. We should remember Xiuying's kindness."

Mrs. Sun and Sun Huahua stood in front of the chicken coop, their faces filled with satisfaction. They were thinking about selling the broiler chickens for a good price and improving their family's life.

Mrs. Sun's family replaced a total of eight broiler chicks. As she looked at the chicks that had grown to half their size, a smile of satisfaction filled her face and her eyes sparkled with anticipation.