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

Mrs. Sun turned her head to look at Yang Qingfeng, her eyes full of regret: "Qingfeng, you are such a great kid, capable and considerate..." Halfway through her words, Mrs. Sun shook her head helplessly and swallowed the rest of her words.

Yang Qingfeng quickly smiled and said, "Sister-in-law, don't say that. I'm not as good as you say. These are all what I should do."

Yang Qingfeng accompanied Mrs. Sun all the way to the foot of the hill. He watched them walk away before turning around and walking back.

The afterglow of the setting sun fell on him, casting a long shadow, and his expression was filled with a hint of helplessness and emotion.

Xiuying solemnly called the children and Yang's parents into the main hall. She cleared her throat and glanced at everyone.

Xiuying told them seriously: "After the medicinal herbs grown in the back mountain are harvested, they cannot be sold directly. They must be dried and dehydrated before being taken to the medicine shop.

Did you know that herbs processed this way are much more expensive than fresh ones? " Xiuying's eyes sparkled with anticipation.

"As for the passion fruit we grow, we can sell some when it's fresh, but the extra ones can't be wasted. We have to cut them into slices and dry them before selling them."

Xiuying gestured with her hands as she spoke, "This way, we can make more money and our family life will get better and better."

After hearing what Xiuying said, Yang's mother frowned and said with confusion, "Xiuying, I never thought that fruit could be dried and sold. How can you sell it? Isn't fruit meant to be eaten fresh?"

As Yang's mother spoke, she waved her hands repeatedly, her face full of suspicion.

"I've lived for so many years, and I only know that fruit is sweet and delicious when eaten fresh. If it's dried, it loses its moisture and becomes dry. Who would want to buy fruit like that?"

Yang's mother's eyes revealed deep confusion, and she stared at Xiuying, hoping to get a convincing answer from her.

"Xiuying, don't make a mistake. If we can't sell this, all our work will be in vain." Mother Yang was worried, with a hint of anxiety in her tone.

Xiuying looked at Yang's mother's puzzled face and calmly told her, "Don't worry, Mom. Let me tell you in detail how to eat these sliced passion fruit after drying."

Xiuying took Yang's mother's hand and patiently explained, "These dried passion fruit slices have many uses. You can use them to make tea. When you pour hot water over them, the aroma of the passion fruit will immediately come out. It's sweet and sour, delicious, and thirst-quenching."

It can also be added to porridge, which has a unique fruity aroma. Many people are focusing on health these days and enjoy drinking this kind of fruit tea. The demand for this type of dried fruit slices is quite high among wealthy families in the city.

Xiuying's eyes were firm and her tone was full of confidence. "Even if I have nothing to do and my mouth feels tasteless, I can just put a piece in my mouth and it will refresh me. It's just as good as the fresh ones. Mom, think about it, with so many ways to eat it, are you still worried that it won't sell?"

Mother Yang listened to Xiuying's explanation, narrowed her eyes slightly, thought carefully for a while, and then nodded slowly.

She still had a hint of doubt on her face, but her tone had softened somewhat. "Xiuying, it seems to make sense when you say that. I hope it's true, like you said, that I can sell it and earn more money for the family."

Mother Yang sighed softly, her eyes revealing a hint of expectation and worry about the future.

Xiuying looked at Yang's mother and smiled reassuringly: "Mom, don't worry."

Xiuying paused and continued, "This matter concerns the livelihood of our entire family. When the time comes, we must all work together to get these things done."

Xiuying carefully handed the drawing of the drying box used to dry medicinal herbs to Yang's father and said solemnly, "Dad, this is the drawing I drew for the drying box. Please build it according to this."

Father Yang took the blueprint and examined it carefully. Xiuying explained, "Dad, this drying box is uniquely designed. It can be heated with either wood or charcoal. This way, we can choose the most convenient and economical fuel for our needs."

Xiuying pointed to the key areas on the blueprint and explained in detail, "There are also temperature and ventilation systems here to ensure better drying of herbs and fruits. Dad, you have to be careful when building this. This drying box is related to our future harvest and income."

Father Yang nodded repeatedly as he listened, his eyes revealing admiration. "Xiuying, you're really clever. Dad understands. I will definitely build it according to this blueprint."

Father Yang held the drawing tightly in his hand, his heart like surging waves, unable to calm down for a long time.

He thought to himself: It's either drought or hail. I can't help my daughter by staying here. I feel bored and depressed.

Father Yang narrowed his eyes slightly, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to be engraved with helplessness. He just spent every day doing nothing, feeling empty inside. It was really a bad feeling.

At this moment, his eyes refocused on the drawing in his hand, and a spark of hope gradually ignited in his eyes. Now it's good, Xiuying has an idea and made this drying box, finally giving him something to do.

And this kind of forging work is what I am good at!

Father Yang couldn't help but straighten his back, his heart filled with excitement to try. He thought that his craftsmanship was among the best in the town back then, so this small drying box would not be a problem for him.

I must do a good job this time and make this drying box sturdy and easy to use so that I can show it off in front of my daughter and granddaughter.

After the hailstorm, the villagers got busy. Most started repairing their damaged houses. The women and children went up the mountain to pick mushrooms and wood ear mushrooms. Except for two families, everyone else was living a much better life than before.

Several families not only repaired the damaged areas but also built additional houses. Old Li, the always hardworking and capable Li, led his sons to work hard, and the newly built houses became spacious and bright. Standing in front of the houses, his face brighter than the sun, he told everyone he wanted to use them to find wives for his sons.

The Wang family was also unwilling to lag behind. The newly built house was exquisite and sturdy. While directing the craftsmen to work, Mrs. Wang was planning to decorate the house well after the house was completed.

From time to time, the sound of banging and people's laughter could be heard in the village, as if the damage caused by the hailstorm had instead inspired everyone to have a stronger yearning for a better life.

The drying box that Yang's father had meticulously crafted for drying medicinal herbs was finally finished. The drying box was meticulously crafted, with a sturdy structure, and looked incredibly practical.