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

Compared to the adults' shock, the little girls ate happily.

"Mother, pork buns are really good."

"Fruity, oiliness, and fragrance."

Yang Xiuying took a bite and said, "If you like it, I'll make it again another day."

Several children nodded obediently

They were very satisfied just to have a meal of meat buns. Each person had a meat bun. After eating, the girls were still smacking their lips, but no one asked for more. They held the ceramic bowls and gulped down the rice porridge.

The porridge made from white rice is also delicious. It slides down easily when poured into the mouth. After drinking the porridge, there are corn cakes to eat. They are very satisfied with their current life.

Some children were reluctant to leave Yang Kui

"Grandfather, can you and uncle stay for a few more days?"

Yang Kui felt mixed emotions when eating this bun. He never expected that it contained meat. Most people would put wild vegetables in it and some lard at most, but his daughter's bun contained real meat.

He thought about it and felt that something was wrong. Dinner was made by the eldest and second girls. Could it be that his daughter didn't know?

Yang Xiuying looked at Father Yang, who was trembling with fear while eating a bun, and said to Taohua, "Remember to give the buns that were left for your grandmother to take back to your grandfather later, along with the cakes that you bought."

Taohua nodded and said, "Okay, mother, I have wrapped the buns in brown paper."

After hearing this, Yang Kui still had something to understand, so he decided to hurry up and make money.

He said to his younger granddaughters, "Grandpa, you still need to make money, a lot of money. When I make enough money and buy you delicious food, I will come to see you."

Yang Qingfeng also said: "When uncle arrives in town, he will find a job. When he earns money, he will buy you some candy."

Hearing that their grandfather and uncle were leaving, the children became depressed. When their grandfather and uncle left, they were left alone with their mother.

After hurriedly finishing dinner, Yang Kui left Futian Village with a few uncles. It would take more than an hour to get from Futian Village to Yangliu Town, so they had to get back before dark.

Yang Xiuying was afraid that it would be unsafe to walk at night, so she did not persuade them to stay a little longer. When she heard that Yang's father was about to leave, she stood up and took out the buns and pastries that Taohua had tied up and handed them to Yang's father.

"Dad, these are the cakes I bought for Mom and the buns left over from dinner. Take them back and let Mom try them."

Yang Kui felt relieved when he saw what his daughter was holding. His daughter had finally grown up and was now considerate. However, he started to curse: "What are you holding..."

Before she could finish, she heard her daughter say, "This is for Mom."

"Oh……"

Yang Kui wiped his mouth and took the wrapped cakes and buns his daughter brought over. "You... have grown up..."

The uncles and aunts beside him said, "That's right, Old Yang, you have a good daughter. She is not only filial to her parents, but also generous to us uncles and aunts!"

"Xiuying is a good girl from our Yang family. The Zhao family is not worthy of Xiuying."

"This family is divided well! It's divided happily!"

The group walked out talking and laughing. Yang Xiuying took her daughters and accompanied them to the village entrance. She only returned after Yang's father and his group had gone far away.

When we reached the foot of the mountain, we met villagers who went up the mountain to pick milk apples and ferns. The bamboo baskets on everyone's backs were full, which showed that they had picked a lot in half a day.

Mrs. Sun came up hurriedly, carrying a bamboo basket on her back. "Xiuying, look at these milk apples I picked. Are they okay? I picked them this afternoon and they're so fresh. Do you want to buy so many?"

Mrs. Sun looked at Jindan, Tiedan, and Goudan as she spoke. The three boys' bamboo baskets were full of ferns. Although Xiuying had said it several times, she was still unsure.

Exchange milk fruit for rice

Swap bracken for rice

This matter is not reliable in the first place, but it came from Xiuying's mouth.

Xiuying reached out and grabbed a handful of milk apples from Mrs. Sun's backpack. "These fruits are good and fresh. Let's meet at the village chief's house later. I'll go back and get them weighed."

It is said that it is a rare thing here. Ordinary families do not have it at all. It can only be found in shops in the city. Xiuying bought one in the mall. The reason why she called everyone to the village chief's house was because this was her first purchase. If there was anything, she had to ask the village chief to be a witness.

When the group of women heard that they were going to the village chief's house, they all nodded.

"The dam at the village chief's house is wide, so everyone can relax more there."

"Okay, then we'll go to the village chief's house and wait for you."

This was the first time that the village women had encountered such a thing, and with the village chief in their hearts, they were confident.

Yang Xiuying nodded and said, "Okay, you guys go ahead. I'll go home and get the scale and come back. The rice won't be delivered until tomorrow. Today, let's record how many kilograms of milk apples and bracken everyone has picked. We'll distribute them all when the rice arrives tomorrow."

The women agreed in unison

"it is good."

Then they went to the village chief's house in groups happily.

Yang Xiuying returned home and asked her younger daughters to look after the house. She then took her eldest and second daughters to a secluded place to buy a scale from the space. The second daughter, seeing Yang Xiuying use the magic weapon for the first time, was as surprised as Taohua was when she first saw it. She eventually became excited and felt the responsibility on her shoulders.

……

Women flocked past Zhao's mother's yard. She was sitting there directing her daughter-in-law: "It's time to feed the chickens. You should go to the mountains this afternoon to cut grass and then feed the sheep. Are you someone who has never done anything in your mother's family? You need an old woman like me to tell you what to do."

Tian Guilan grabbed a handful of wheat bran and threw it into the chicken coop. She looked at the lonely hen and said, "You only know how to eat, but you don't even lay an egg. You're really just occupying the chicken coop without doing anything!"

After Xiuying and her daughter separated from the family, wheat bran became the staple food of the hens. Zhao's mother originally wanted to let Tian Guilan eat wheat bran to cook some wild vegetables, but Tian Guilan refused. She had endured for more than ten years before she could eat black noodles, so how could she go back to eating wheat bran? Tian Guilan didn't eat it, so Zhao's mother naturally wouldn't eat it either, and she wouldn't let her precious grandsons and sons eat it. She could only feed it to the chickens and vent her anger on Tian Guilan in various ways.

The work in the fields at home was pushed onto Tian Guilan alone. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, and she threw a handful of grass into the sheep pen.

Mother Zhao heard the village women outside, talking and laughing in groups. Not knowing what was going on, she scolded Tian Guilan again: "Are you deaf? There's such a big commotion outside, and you didn't even bother to ask."

Zhao's mother knew that Tian Guilan was dissatisfied with her, but who made her a mother-in-law? A mother-in-law should act like a mother-in-law. How could she let her daughter-in-law do whatever she wanted? That would not be the style of a head of the family.

Tian Guilan was exhausted after a long day and had no patience left. She rolled up her sleeves and went back into the house. "I'm going to sew some clothes for the eldest brother."

Before Zhao's mother could say anything, the man had already walked into the room and closed the door.