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

However, their emotions took different turns. Qingfeng and Huahua were in love, a sweet relationship, while Afan's love for Shiliu was just one-sided, a deep affection he kept hidden deep in his heart.

Yang's father and mother were reluctant to leave. Their eyes followed the ox cart closely, their eyes full of attachment and worry.

They also wanted their son to be with them all the time, but the old couple knew that "sons should not be kept at home when they grow up".

Now that my son is getting older, if he stays at home all the time and misses the opportunity to start a family and build a career, I'm afraid it will be really difficult for him to find a good spouse in the future.

In the afternoon, Xiuying, accompanied by Daya, went to the old village chief's house. As soon as she walked outside the yard, Wang Shufen, with her sharp eyes, immediately spotted her good sister and greeted her warmly, "Hey, Xiuying, it's been a while since you've been here. Come in! I'll make you some tea."

Before she finished speaking, Wang Shufen ran briskly to the kitchen to get the kettle. She knew that Xiuying loved her tea, so every time Xiuying came, she would specially brew a pot of good tea for her.

"Sister Shufen, I'm sorry to bother you. Is the old village chief at home? I have something to talk to him about." Xiuying said as she stepped into the yard.

Wang Shufen pointed towards the main hall and said, "It's inside. Go in. I'll get the kettle."

Xiuying responded and walked into the main room with Wang Daya.

The village chief sat in a chair, absorbed in examining a map of Futian Village. Large expanses of wasteland were clearly visible on the map. He pondered, "There's plenty of land in the village, but most of it is wasteland." If only this wasteland could be properly utilized, he wondered what a prosperous new scene the village would become.

"Old village chief, what are you looking at?" Xiuying walked over with a smile.

Hearing this, the old village chief slowly placed the map in his hand on the table, raised his head, and said with a kind smile, "Xiuying, you're here."

"Old village chief, these are some homemade snacks, please try them." Xiuying said as she gestured to Wang Daya to place the snacks carefully wrapped in kraft paper on the table next to the village chief.

The village chief smiled and waved his hand. "Xiuying, don't spend so much money next time. By the way, what brings you to me today?"

"Old Village Chief, you know that Qingfeng is back. You're even more familiar with his relationship with Huahua. After discussing it, our two families both decided that we should build a house for the children first.

"That way, when Huahua marries, she'll have a stable place to live. A few days ago, we spotted and marked out the land for Qingfeng to build a house. But even if my servants were as quick as they could be, it would take at least three months to build three brick houses," Xiuying said sincerely to the old village chief.

The village chief nodded and praised, "It's rare that you can be so thoughtful. Qingfeng and Huahua have a sister like you who helps them in every way. Their future will surely be much smoother."

"You're too kind, old village chief. Qingfeng has always been a thoughtful child. Since I'm his sister, it's only natural for me to help him." Xiuying smiled modestly and continued, "Old village chief, I've been thinking about asking everyone in the village to help build a house. If there's more strength, and the work can be done faster, the house can probably be built in a month. Do you think this is feasible?"

The village chief nodded immediately and said, "Of course! Xiuying, you know what, there's really not much to do in the village right now. Only the women are busy making sweet potato noodles, and most of the men are free, so they can help your family repair the house. I'll take care of it. I'll go tell everyone."

As she was speaking, Wang Shufen came over briskly, carrying the brewed tea. "Xiuying, try it."

Xiuying took the tea from Wang Shufen with a smile, took a sip, and praised: "Well, this tea is good, it still has the familiar taste, it's really comfortable to drink."

Wang Shufen knew that Xiuying must have something important to discuss with her father-in-law. After a few simple pleasantries, she tactfully stepped aside so as not to interrupt their conversation.

The old village chief looked at Xiuying gently and said, "Xiuying, I understand what you mean. Don't worry, I'll go ask the villagers right away to see who is willing to help repair Qingfeng's house. After we've counted every household, I'll have Shenghui send you a list of those willing to help. You just focus on preparing for other things."

Li Shenghui hurried in. With a hint of curiosity on his face, he asked, "Sister Xiuying, I just saw Qingfeng leaving the village, riding in an ox cart with Afan. Are they planning to go to the provincial capital?"

Xiuying smiled slightly. "They're not going to the capital, they're going to Jizhou. I asked them to go over there and see what's going on. As you know, Master Chen has been promoting sweet potato noodles in the north, and we can't fall behind. I'm thinking about promoting sweet potato noodles in Jizhou as well."

After hearing this, Li Shenghui couldn't help but nod in praise, "Sister Xiuying is indeed foresighted and thinks long-term. If this can be sold in Jizhou, then our village's sweet potato noodles will have even greater hope."

"Oh, Shenghui." Xiuying looked at Li Shenghui and thought to herself, this kid is honest, literate, and proficient in arithmetic. Moreover, he is from the same village. If he can come to help her, it would be great. "What do you plan to do after you come back?"

Upon hearing this, Li Shenghui scratched his head, a simple smile appeared on his face, and he said, "Sister Xiuying, I've been thinking about teaching the children in the village to read. The children in our village should also learn more knowledge. Maybe they will have a bright future in the future."

The old village chief smiled and said slowly, "I'm planning to build a house on the vacant lot at the entrance of the village to teach the children in the village to read. Shenghui is a learned child, so he should stay in the village as a teacher in the future."

Xiuying's face lit up with a gratified smile as she said, "That's fantastic! From now on, all the children in our village will be able to go to school and receive a good education. Who knows, one day, our Futian Village will truly produce a top scholar. That would bring honor to our family and our village!"

The old village chief sighed slightly, his expression filled with worry. "We have quite a few children in our village, and now everyone has a job to support their families, unlike before when they had to rely on the weather for their livelihood. But I've always had a wish in my heart: I hope the children can learn to read. If they leave the village in the future, I don't ask them to bring much honor to our Futian Village, but I just hope they won't be easily deceived because of their illiteracy."