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

Xiuying came out of the room upon hearing the noise and asked with a smile, "Sister Shufang, what's the hurry?"

Wang Shufang walked forward, took Xiuying's hand and said, "Xiuying, my father-in-law asked me to come and ask you to come over. He said there's something important to discuss."

After a pause, Wang Shufang added: "By the way, I asked you to bring Awang with you." After saying that, she glanced towards the yard.

Xiuying frowned slightly, muttering to herself, "What's so important about this? Why do we have to bring Awang along?"

Wang Shufang seemed to see through Xiuying's thoughts and quickly said, "I'm not sure what it is exactly, but my father-in-law gave you urgent instructions and asked you to go over there quickly."

Xiuying responded, "Okay, I'll pack up and bring Awang with me."

"Okay, then hurry up." Wang Shufang said and went home.

Xiuying turned her head and shouted towards the sheep pen, "Awang, Awang, come here quickly!"

Awang, who was concentrating on watching the lamb, heard the shouting and ran over quickly. He asked with a puzzled look on his face, "Aunt Xiuying, what's the matter?" There was curiosity in his eyes.

Xiuying looked at Awang and said slowly, "Awang, the village chief wants us to come over."

When Awang heard this, his eyes widened and he asked anxiously, "What's the matter?"

Awang frowned tightly, his curiosity about to overflow. Why would the village chief look for him?

Xiuying patted Awang's shoulder gently and said with a smile, "Guess what."

Awang tilted his head, thinking hard for a while, then shook his head and said helplessly, "Aunt Xiuying, I really can't guess."

Aunt Xiuying has just reached an agreement with Dad about purchasing sweet potatoes from the village. What else could happen now? Even if something happens, Dad is not here. Can she make the decision herself?

Xiuying looked at Awang's anxious yet confused expression and patiently told him, "Awang, this isn't a big deal. Think about it, if it's a big deal, it definitely needs Mr. Chen's approval. If it's a small matter, we can handle it in our own village. Now that we need you, the eldest son of the Chen family, to intervene, it's naturally a big deal."

As Xiuying spoke, she gently tapped Awang's forehead with her hand.

Awang's eyes widened and he asked, "Aunt, what on earth is going on?"

His eyes were full of curiosity and confusion, and he couldn't wait to know the answer.

Xiuying sighed softly and said, "Awang, I guess the white-feathered chicken chicks that the villagers took home to raise have now been sold. The village chief must be worried about this."

Now food prices are rising everywhere, and it’s good enough to have something to eat. The village chief is worried about the sales of chickens.

After hearing this, Awang scratched his head and said, "Is it just about this? It's no big deal. Just ask the restaurant in the city to close it down."

Awang blinked and told Xiuying seriously, "Aunt, you don't know that the Chen family has businesses in both Yangliu Town and Nanyang Prefecture."

There was a hint of pride in his expression; he knew his family's business inside and out.

"Our restaurant in Nanyang City is called Laifenglou. It's very famous." Awang became more and more excited as he spoke, gesturing with his hands. "Laifenglou's business has always been good, and it's always crowded with guests every day."

Awang paused, then continued, "Also, the owner of Laifenglou is surnamed Luo, and he's a member of my father's side branch who helps run the business. This Luo runs the restaurant in perfect order; he's a capable man."

There was a gleam of admiration in Awang's eyes, and he praised the abilities of the shopkeeper Luo highly.

Xiuying listened to Awang's story, nodded slightly, and said, "So that's how it is. It seems that the Chen family's assets are really quite large."

After hearing what Awang said, Xiuying sighed silently in her heart, and a trace of helplessness and anger appeared on her face.

After a moment's silence, Xiuying slowly asked, "This shopkeeper Luo's son is called Luo Jing'an, right?" Her voice was low, as if she was suppressing her inner emotions.

Awang nodded and replied, "Yes."

Xiuying's face instantly turned gloomy, and she silently cursed Luo Jingan in her heart.

"This ungrateful thing is such a bastard!" She gritted her teeth, anger burning in her heart.

"He was the one who made Shi Liu sad. Shi Liu is such a good girl, but he didn't know how to cherish her. He is simply blind!" Xiuying became more and more angry as she thought about it. Her breathing became rapid and her chest heaved.

Wang watched Xiuying's anger and stood aside silently, not daring to say a word. He knew Xiuying was furious at the moment and was afraid of saying something wrong that would make her even angrier.

When Shi Liu met Luo Jing'an, A Wang had just left Futian Village, so A Wang was completely unaware of the little episode between Shi Liu and Luo Jing'an.

Awang followed Xiuying obediently, walking step by step towards the village chief's house.

Along the way, Awang seemed silent, still brooding over Luo Jingan's recent incident. Meanwhile, Xiuying had a serious expression and hurried steps, having already made up her mind about selling the white-feathered chickens and not relying too heavily on the Chen family.

Soon, they arrived at the village chief's house. Before they even entered the main hall, they heard the village chief's cheerful voice: "Come in, come in!"

When I walked into the main room, I saw that the tea had been brewed on the table. It was steaming hot and exuding a faint tea fragrance.

The village chief came forward with a smile and said, "Xiuying, Awang, please sit down. You must be tired from the journey. Have some tea to quench your thirst first."

Xiuying sat down with Awang, her expression a little solemn.

The village chief said to Xiuying with a sad face: "Xiuying, you know, this is a bad time!"

The village chief sighed deeply and frowned into the shape of the Chinese character "川".

"The broiler chickens we raised before are now seven or eight kilograms. It is indeed time to sell them." The village chief said, his eyes full of anxiety. "But now prices are soaring and the market conditions are unpredictable. I don't know if I can sell them." As he spoke, he kept rubbing his hands.

The village chief paused, and said in a heavier tone: "Besides, the road ahead is not peaceful. If we meet a bad guy and get robbed, we will lose everything!" When he said this, the village chief's face was full of worry.

Xiuying listened to the village chief's words, lowered her head slightly, and fell into deep thought. Awang was also nervously tugging at the corner of his clothes, not daring to breathe.

After a moment, Xiuying raised her head and said to the village chief with a firm gaze, "Chief, please don't worry. Although all the able-bodied men in the village have been dispatched, we still have two patrol teams operating day and night."

Her tone was calm and composed, her analysis clear and logical. "These two patrol teams are vital to protecting our village. They cannot be moved, no matter what."