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

But now his elder brother got more than 30 kilograms of rice at once. If it were replaced with black noodles, it would be more than 180 kilograms!

Ma Ergun felt unbalanced when he was able to eat black noodles. It seemed that a fool like his elder brother was also able to eat black noodles.

If it were me, I wouldn't change to black noodles, and just eat the fragrant and sticky rice, how nice it would be.

So his elder brother is still not as good as him. Thinking of this, he finally felt better.

The dam in front of Yang Xiuying's house suddenly became lively. Some women were carrying rice in their hands, and some men were carrying the rice they had received on their shoulders.

"Xiuying, your rice grains are plump and clean. The owner of Fenglailou is a real man."

"Sister Xiuying, we are able to get such good rice, thanks to you. Even when such a good thing happened, you still thought of us."

"Thank you, Xiuying."

"Yes, it's all thanks to Sister Xiuying that we got so much rice."

"Once we change the rice into dark flour, we can have enough to eat at home."

Everyone looked at Xiuying with gratitude, and Yang Xiuying nodded as a response to everyone. After this incident, she realized that most villagers in Futian Village were grateful, and a small number of people remained neutral. As long as it did not concern their own family affairs, they would not meddle in other people's business.

I originally thought that a large number of villagers would come to find me, but it turned out that most of them were there to watch the fun, and only those three were causing trouble.

Whether it is wild mushrooms, black truffles, milk apples or ferns, they are all subject to seasonal restrictions. As the seasons change, she also needs to purchase some other things. She plans to purchase from everyone for a long time.

Then we need to unite these people and make them work as one.

She looked at the rice and saw that there were about 100 kilograms left. Since someone chose to believe in her under unknown circumstances, and returned the milk fruit and fern to the troublemakers, and helped her out, then these people should be rewarded.

Yang Xiuying coughed lightly and everyone immediately quieted down.

"Today is all thanks to the old village chief, Mrs. Sun, and Aunt Li." He felt so happy when his name was called that he couldn't help but straighten his back.

"Sister Xiuqing, you're too polite. We can't just stand by and watch a few kids get bullied."

Aunt Sun, who received more than 50 kilograms of rice, felt more confident when speaking.

The old village chief waved his hand and said, "I want to thank you. It's my job to work for the welfare of everyone and manage these things in the village. If you need anything in the future, just come to me."

Aunt Li's family picked less, but they still received more than 20 kilograms of rice. Holding the bag of rice in her arms, she smiled and said, "Sister Xiuying, there are a few people in the village who can't stand being better than others. If anyone makes things difficult for you in the future, it means they don't take me seriously!"

The husband of Aunt Li is a butcher. Although there are no cows or pigs to slaughter in Futian Village, butcher Li has an evil aura, and even Zhou Dazhu, the most badass man in the village, dares not cause trouble for the Li family.

He was afraid that Butcher Li, who hadn't slaughtered pigs for a long time, would use him as a sacrifice for his knife.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Dazhu and others retreated to the side, standing there with their necks shrunk like wood, not daring to say a word.

Among the three people mentioned by Yang Xiuying, two of them were people she couldn't afford to offend, and the remaining one was Mrs. Sun.

In the past, the three of them would have complained that Mrs. Sun’s family had no food to eat and was so poor that they couldn’t even afford to eat. But now Mrs. Sun had more than 50 kilograms of rice in her hands!

Yang Xiuying cleared her throat and said loudly, "To thank the three of you, I've decided to give each of you five kilograms of rice!"

As soon as the words fell, the originally quiet scene became boiling.

"Five pounds of rice!"

"Did I hear correctly?"

"Xiuying is so generous!"

"Xiuying! Is it okay for you to deliver rice like this?"

After everyone was excited, they started to worry about whether the owner of Fenglailou would blame them for Xiuying taking out the rice like that.

The reward for each person is five kilograms, and for three people it is fifteen kilograms, which is not a small amount.

Taohua and Shiliu had already weighed out three bags of rice, each containing five pounds.

Yang Xiuying took the bag from her daughter and walked towards the old village chief. "Don't worry, it's okay. The owner of Fenglailou is a worldly-wise man. He had anticipated that someone would sabotage the purchase, so he gave me some extra rice to reward someone who acted bravely."

Hearing this, the village chief took the bag and nodded.

"That's a brave act. It seems there's a reason why their business is so big."

The old village chief was thinking that when the village became prosperous, he would also set up an award for bravery in the village.

"Thanks, Xiuying."

"We just exchanged a few words, but I didn't expect such a good thing to happen."

"Mrs. Sun, we must be brave and do what is right in the future. Even if there is no reward, we must..."

"When I see injustice, I will speak out. When it's time to take action, I will take action. Don't worry, I treat Xiuying as my own sister. How could I bear to see her being bullied?"

Seeing that the village chief had accepted it, Aunt Li and Mrs. Sun did not refuse and took the bag of rice with both hands.

The two touched the cloth bag handed over by Xiuying, and felt soft and fluffy.

Is this a bag made of cotton?

Fenglailou is really generous, even the bags are made of cotton.

The bags the villagers brought to carry rice were all made of linen, with patches of various sizes on them.

Touching the bag that Xiuying took out, it was not only made of cotton but also as white as rice. Even if this cloth was used to make clothes, it would cost several taels of silver!

Yang Xiuying watched the two people holding the rice in a daze. On the way back, she thought that some villagers were afraid that they would not have the bags to put the rice in. She had to distribute the rice in front of those who were causing trouble to make it convincing. By the time the villagers went back to get the bags and came back, the troublemakers would probably have left long ago. The effect would be much worse. So she bought some cotton bags in the space mall, each costing only one yuan.

Unexpectedly, everyone brought something to pack rice. Only a few people didn't bring any. When it was time to receive the rice, they lined up at the back and asked their family members to go back and get it. Xiuying didn't take out the cotton bag.

"Aunts, what's wrong?"

Mrs. Sun came to her senses and nudged Aunt Li with her elbow: "I'll have Huahua return the bag to you later."

This is a bag made of cotton cloth. I have already got the rice, so I can’t covet Xiuying’s bag.

"I'll ask Chunmei to bring it to you later." Aunt Li walked over to Yang Xiuying and said softly, "Sister Xiuying, this bag is made of cotton cloth, you have to keep it well."

Hearing this, Yang Xiuying's lips trembled slightly. The burlap bags in the mall are handicrafts and cost dozens of yuan each. This kind of cotton cloth is the cheapest and more suitable for storing rice. She bought twenty of them at once and spent only twenty yuan.

"Thank you, aunt, for reminding me."