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

For dinner today, Yang Xiuying only made simple rice, cooked an egg drop soup, and gave each child an omelet.

After dinner, the second sister boiled some hot water, and the sisters washed up and went into the cave to sleep. Yang Xiuying looked at her daughters lying on the stone bed, snuggling together, and gently kissed her daughters on the forehead.

He slept on the stone that the second brother had just moved. Now this place was short of everything. The most important thing was to build a house, otherwise there would be no place to put all the good things in the mall.

It was not until the second half of the night that Yang Xiuying fell into a deep sleep.

Taohua got up before dawn. She did not disturb Yang Xiuying, but got up quietly, heated up the egg pancakes she had prepared yesterday, took two pieces, wrapped them in clean leaves, put them in the bamboo basket, filled the water bag with mountain spring water, and then did something she had never believed before.

She cooked six eggs for her sisters' breakfast. Oh my god! Six eggs!

What kind of family dares to boil six eggs a day!

This was something she would never dare to think about under normal circumstances, but these days she found that her mother used eggs as if they were free. Thinking that one pound of black truffles could be exchanged for 280 pounds of rice, she felt that she dared to think about it again.

"Yes, you are growing up, so you need to supplement your nutrition."

Yang Xiuying stood behind Taohua at some point and saw her eldest daughter picking up boiled eggs. She was very pleased that her daughter could boil eggs for herself. But when she looked carefully, something was wrong. Why were there only six eggs?

Taohua hurriedly explained, "Mother doesn't like it, and neither do I. It's fine for my sisters to eat it."

Yang Xiuying held her forehead. She didn't like to eat, she really didn't like to eat. Taohua didn't like to eat because she wanted to save food for the family. Thinking of this, she felt sorry for her eldest brother again.

"If there's anything in the future, the eight of us, mother and children, will eat together."

For the sake of her seven daughters, she would eat anything, even a small egg.

Yang Xiuying gave the second son a few instructions and took the eldest son down the mountain. The ox cart from the neighboring village was waiting at the village entrance. There were no oxen in Futian Village, so people from the neighboring village would stop here on their way to the city. They could take a ride to the city for just one penny.

Yang Xiuying paid two cents and got on the cart with her eldest daughter. Other people from the neighboring village were sitting on the ox cart. Futian Village was the poorest village in the surrounding area, so naturally no one would spend a penny to ride an ox cart to the city. Once they arrived in the city, they had to pay another penny for the entrance fee.

Both mother and daughter took a bath last night. Although their clothes were worn out, the original owner's skin was fair, and at first glance she was naturally different from others. Even the washed peach blossoms looked a lot more fresh.

Some of the people on the oxcart knew the original owner. When they saw Yang Xiuying boarding with her eldest daughter, they sneered, "Hey, isn't this Widow Zhao from Futian Village? Where are you going with your daughter?"

Everyone in the neighboring village knew that Yang Xiuying's husband had died and she had seven daughters. A few days ago, her mother-in-law came to the village to inquire about the old bachelor, wanting to sell the girls to the village, but then there was no news for some reason.

When Yang Xiuying heard someone calling her Widow Zhao, her face froze and she cursed inwardly.

Your whole family is made of widows!

Everyone in Futian Village called the original owner Zhao Erjia, or Xiuying.

It seems that this woman and the original owner don't get along.

She searched the original owner's memory, raised her lips, and shouted, "Hey, Li Quezi, you're going to the city too? You and Brother Li really care about me, huh?"

Li Quezi's lameness was a congenital defect. When she grew up, she married her cousin. She was keenly aware of the hidden meaning in Yang Xiuying's words and glared at her and asked, "What do you mean by that? Does my boss care about you?"

She took a closer look and found that Yang Xiuying seemed to be much prettier than before. She usually had a dark face, but today she saw a fair and tender face. She was indeed a little prettier than herself.

Yang Xiuying just said it casually, without answering, she just said: "I advise Aunt Li to spend more time on her husband when she has time."

Let Li Guizi imagine the rest.

Li Quezi looked at the fair and tender person in front of him and wanted to jump off the ox cart and run home to ask his husband if he had taken a fancy to the widow Yang Xiuying.

Judging from Yang Xiuying's expression, she seems to look down on her husband for being blind.

Thinking of this, Li Quezi felt sad. She had married a blind man at such a young age, but she had never expected that the blind man would change his mind towards her. Seeing the eyes of the villagers on the oxcart, she smiled and said, "Xiuying, we were just asking casually. Don't take it to heart."

Don't call this woman a widow, otherwise it seems like you're reminding others that she's single.

Yang Xiuying closed her eyes and ignored Li Guizi. She reached out and held her daughter's hand. In Futian Village, because of her mother-in-law and the eldest son of the Zhao family, no one would harass Yang Xiuying, a widow. However, the situation might not be the same in other villages.

As the saying goes, there is much trouble around a widow, and this is exactly the reason.

She mentioned this on the ox cart to warn the other women on the cart to keep an eye on their men, otherwise, with her hot temper, she would probably break that man's third leg.

After about a cup of tea, the ox cart stopped at the gate of Nanyang City. The mother and daughter paid a total of two cents for the city entrance fee.

It was still early when we arrived in the city, and the streets were already bustling with people. There were snack stalls on the roadside, and the aroma of buns and steamed buns filled the air.

Yang Xiuying and Taohua came to the largest medicine shop, Baohetang.

The medicine boy saw a woman in tattered clothes, holding a little girl carrying a bamboo basket. He came forward and asked politely, "Auntie, are you here to see a doctor or get some medicine?"

Yang Xiuying smiled and said, "Hey, young man, my mother and I dug some medicinal herbs in the mountains. I wonder if you'll accept them here?"

When the medicine boy saw the bamboo basket carried by the girl, he guessed that the mother and daughter might have picked some herbs to sell. In the past, many people came with the herbs they had dug.

The medicine boy said kindly, "We just collected a lot of herbs in our shop a few days ago, so I'm afraid we won't be collecting any more in the short term."

Yang Xiuying brushed the wild vegetables off the bamboo basket and asked, "Are you short of angelica?"

The medicine boy didn't expect that the mother and daughter had actually dug up angelica, so he hurriedly called the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper picked up a piece of angelica from the bamboo basket and examined it carefully. Then he picked up the second, and the third, until he had examined all of them. Then he said to Yang Xiuying, "Auntie, we at Baohetang never quote prices at random. I believe that you trust us by coming to our pharmacy."

After entering the city, Yang Xiuying asked the street vendors which pharmacy in the city had the best reputation and was honest. The vendors unanimously recommended Baohetang to her and said many good things about Doctor Xu of Baohetang.

She came here directly with her daughter.