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

"We all have families to support, and we thought we would be disliked, but we didn't expect that the host not only did not look down on us, but also treated us so warmly." He put down his chopsticks and gestured excitedly with his hands.

"That's right!" another servant said quickly. "Look at the table! There's so much food on it! Chicken, meat, eggs! We never dreamed of it! How could we normally have such a sumptuous meal?"

He looked at the table full of delicious food, his face filled with satisfaction and happiness. He was willing to follow such a boss for the rest of his life.

"The boss is really kind. We must work hard in the future to repay his kindness!" Another servant said solemnly, and the people around nodded in agreement.

Night fell quietly, like a huge piece of black silk gently covering the entire earth. Led by Yang's father and mother, the servants walked into the warehouse that had just been tidied.

Inside the warehouse, dimly lit, the deckchairs were neatly arranged. They were clean and tidy, exuding a faint wood fragrance. Each was covered with a brand new quilt, soft and warm. The fabric had a fresh scent, and the stitching was fine, clearly meticulously prepared.

When the servants saw this scene, they were deeply moved. Their eyes became moist and their throats choked with sobs, not knowing how to express their inner gratitude.

Just then, Xiuying arrived at the warehouse. Her figure looked especially gentle under the light. She smiled and told them, "Everyone, please stay in the warehouse for now. Thank you for all your hard work during this period. I will talk to the village chief about allocating land for you to build houses, so that you can all have a stable home."

Futian Village is a remote little village with a small population, scattered sparsely in various corners. However, in stark contrast, there is an astonishing amount of wasteland.

All the land in the village is managed by the village chief, so if you want to build a house on the land, you have to discuss it carefully with the village chief first.

After hearing this, the servants were so moved that tears filled their eyes.

A young servant said excitedly: "Master, you are truly our benefactor!"

They had never thought that under such difficult circumstances, their landlord would actually consider building a house for them. They stared with eyes wide open, their faces filled with disbelief, their hearts filled with shock and disbelief.

Past experiences have made them feel that having a temporary shelter to protect them from the wind and rain is already a luxury. Those days of living in the open air and having no fixed place to live seem to be still before their eyes, making them dare not have too many expectations for life.

But now, faced with such unexpected kindness and care, their hearts were deeply touched. The feeling was like a warm current, flowing slowly in their hearts, making their eyes moist and their throats choked with sobs.

Xiuying smiled, her eyes gentle yet firm as she spoke, "As long as you stay here and help me wholeheartedly, I will never treat you unfairly. We will share the good times and the bad times. I promise you, as long as we work together, our lives will get better and better."

Her voice was clear and loud, echoing clearly in the quiet warehouse.

"But if anyone has ill intentions, don't blame me for being rude!"

Having said that, Xiuying's face suddenly darkened, and a hint of sharpness flashed in her eyes.

"I've always been clear about rewards and punishments. As long as you do your job and work diligently, you'll naturally get what you deserve. But if anyone dares to do something behind our backs, break our rules, and ruin everyone's good fortune, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

After hearing Xiuying's words, the servants were startled and nodded in agreement.

One of the brave servants stepped forward and said, "Master, don't worry. We are all grateful and will never do anything to let you down. We are lucky to have such a good master like you. We will do our best to serve you."

Xiuying nodded with satisfaction and said, "Okay, then everyone should have a good rest tonight and work hard tomorrow!" After that, she turned and left the warehouse.

As the night deepened, the servants lay on their wooden beds, their hearts still restless. Thinking of Xiuying's words, they were filled with anticipation for their future lives, yet secretly admonished themselves to behave well.

The next day, before daybreak, all was quiet except for the occasional chirping of insects. Xiuying and her two older daughters, Taohua and Shiliu, got up early.

Xiuying quietly took out the pork scallion pancakes she had bought from the mall yesterday from the cabinet and placed them carefully on the chopping board.

Then she lit the stove, poured oil into the wok, and when it was hot enough, she began to fry the scallion pancakes. The oil sizzled and steamed in the wok.

While she was sleeping, Yang's mother heard some slight noise coming from the kitchen, so she quickly got up, dressed, and went to the kitchen to help.

Mother Yang walked, rubbing her eyes and muttering, "You kids, you got up so early without even calling me."

"Mom, please sleep a little longer. We can handle this," Xiuying said, her hands moving constantly, a faint smile on her face.

When Yang's mother walked into the kitchen, her eyes widened as she saw that Xiuying had fried so many scallion pancakes with meat. Her face was filled with surprise and distress, and her brows furrowed tightly.

"Xiuying, no matter how much meat we have at home, we can't cook it all!" Yang's mother couldn't help but mutter, "How much meat will it cost? We can't be so extravagant in our lives."

As Yang's mother spoke, she shook her head in pain, thankfully for herself.

As she spoke, Yang's mother rolled up her sleeves and began to prepare the steamed buns. She skillfully scooped out the dough, added water, and kneaded the dough, all in one smooth motion.

"We have to be more calculating and think about the long term," Yang's mother kept nagging. "Although life is better now than before, we can't waste it like this."

Mother Yang had a serious expression, and her eyes showed how careful she was in her daily life. These were made for everyone to eat on the road. How could so many people have meat patties for every meal? Having a steamed bun to eat when they were away from home was enough.

Xiuying listened to what Yang's mother said, smiled and said, "Mom, you just want everyone to eat well." Xiuying paused for a moment while frying the pancakes in her hand.

Mother Yang rolled her eyes at her and said, "Eating well should be done in moderation. You can't let your temper get the best of you in the future. We have a lot of people to support at home now."

Although Yang's mother complained, she never stopped steaming buns. Flour is a fine food and very precious in this year of famine.

Mother Yang kneaded the flour vigorously with both hands, beads of sweat oozing from her forehead. At this moment, she saw Shi Liu laboriously carrying a large basket of eggs and hurriedly walking into the kitchen.