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

Hongmei's tone softened, "Okay, now that you're here, this will be your home from now on.

Our village is the poorest in the surrounding area. To tell you the truth, no one except our family will take you in. We don’t support idlers. Do you understand what I mean?"

Chen Zexi nodded hurriedly: "I understand, I understand, I will rely on my own labor in exchange for food."

Hongmei looked at the boy and asked, "By the way, what's your name?"

Chen Zexi lowered his head and replied, "Just call me Awang."

Hongmei rolled her eyes and thought that this was a good name, very prosperous, which meant that her family would be prosperous.

He called out to Chen Zexi, "Awang, go weed the fields, apply some fertilizer, and take good care of those acres of land. You'll need food."

After giving the instructions, Hongmei asked her youngest son to take Chen Zexi to the fields. The older sons in the family had already separated and moved out, leaving only the youngest son, who was also the favorite of Zhou Dazhu and Hongmei.

Zhou Dazhu's youngest son, Zhou Xiaoxiong, was originally idle at home. Now he had to take people to the fields. Zhou Dazhu's land was far away from home, so Zhou Xiaoxiong was naturally unhappy and did not have a good face towards Chen Zexi.

"Come on, servants, why aren't you smart? Do you need eight people to carry you around in a sedan chair when you're working?"

Zhou Xiaoxiong walked in front and educated the new servant in the family. Chen Zexi could only follow behind with his head down. On the way, he saw the gazes of the villagers staring at him, his ears felt hot, and he felt a humiliation he had never felt before.

Although the Chen family has many servants and he is the eldest son of the Chen family, he has never treated servants like this. Chen Zexi secretly looked up at Zhou Xiaoxiong who was walking in front. This kid treated him in the same way as his aunt treated the servants, and he was just short of raising the whip in his hand.

When he arrived at Zhou Dazhu's vegetable garden, Chen Zexi saw that the grass in the garden grew better than the vegetables, and the soil was very dry. The vegetables in the garden were yellow and small, which showed that they had never been taken care of after sowing.

"What are you looking at? Go back to work. Do you want me to kick you down?"

Zhou Xiaoxiong sat down cross-legged on the ground nearby, with no intention of getting out of the field.

Looking at the dull-witted young man, he said, "Now that our family has hired you to work, I am your young master. How can I let a young master follow you to the fields? And which young master have you ever seen working in the fields?"

What a fool! "

Chen Zexi's face turned red as he bent over and pulled the weeds in the field.

Zhou Xiaoxiong then looked carefully at Awang working in the fields.

This kid has delicate skin and tender flesh, and most importantly, he is so handsome. If he walks with me, people will inevitably mistake who is the master and who is the servant. My mother said that good days are coming for our family.

Zhou Xiaoxiong called out to Chen Zexi, who was pulling grass in the field, "Awang, no matter where you are from now on, you must remember to call me Young Master. To tell you the truth, once our family takes over the livelihood of that widow on the hillside, we will be very rich.

Call me Young Master first, and let me... get familiar with you."

Chen Zexi was shocked. Only Aunt Xiuying and her family lived on the hillside. Did they want to rob Aunt Xiuyingshe's family of their livelihood?

He gritted his teeth and yelled, "Master!"

Finally it was time for lunch. The family was not happy with the extra person. Zhou Dazhu and his family of three sat at a low table, and Hongmei divided the food in the bowl.

Each of the three people in the family received a black facial mask and a bowl of corn porridge. When it came to Chen Zexi, he received a bowl of wild vegetable porridge cooked with wheat bran. Hongmei still had a bad face facing those who had worked for half a day.

"This bowl is yours, take it and eat. You are a servant and cannot eat at the same table with our master. Go find a place to squat and eat."

Chen Zexi didn't want to eat with such a family. When he took the bowl, he was shocked to see the food in it.

There were some rotten vegetable leaves floating on the black paste. Was this his lunch?

Are you sure it's not for pigs?

The dogs at home eat better than this.

“This is…my…meal.”

Hongmei nodded and replied affirmatively: "Yes, this is yours. We eat black flour steamed buns. You are a servant in the family. How can a servant eat the same food as the master?

You have to remember that in this family, only when we live well can you have a good life. We eat meat and you drink soup. Is that good enough for you?"

Tired and hungry after finishing his work, Chen Zexi looked at the dark soup in the bowl and felt uncomfortable. He wanted to eat meat, eggs, vegetables with the taste of chicken, and rice with the fragrance of jasmine.

Zhou Xiaoxiong ate a black flour bun and smiled, "Let me tell you, there aren't many families in the village that can eat black flour like we do. It's only because my parents are kind enough to give you a bite of porridge. If you went to any other family, you would probably starve to death."

Hongmei became proud when she said this: "We are the only family in the village that is kind enough to take you in. You gave me a bite to eat, but you still refuse it. Come on and eat it, because you still have to go to work in the fields later."

Chen Zexi found a corner with the bowl in his hand and squatted down to eat. He almost vomited after taking a sip. He had never eaten such disgusting food. Is this really for humans to eat?

"How's your business going, boss?"

Hongmei asked while chewing the black flour steamed bun

Zhou Dazhu smiled and replied, "Zhao Cunliang and I have become acquainted with the waiter at Fenglai Tower these days. In a few days, we will be able to expose that widow. Then we can use some tricks to grab the exchange business. With the eldest brother of the Zhao family following us, I think the owner of Fenglai Tower will give him some face.

Don't worry, that widow won't have many days left to live."

Hongmei smiled with satisfaction: "You are the boss with a quick mind. No ordinary person could come up with such a plan. Let's see how Yang Xiuying can act. Let her and her seven girls get out of the village.

She was disrespectful to her mother-in-law, and when she made a good living, she didn't even bother to help us relatives. Instead, she gave all the benefits to outsiders. This is all her karma."

Chen Zexi, who was squatting in the corner, finally understood that the man he met with Zhou Dazhu in the village was Yang Xiuying's eldest uncle. Hongmei and Yang Xiuying's in-laws brought their relatives...

When Xiuying learned that Chen Zexi went to Zhou Dazhu's house, she was shocked. She originally thought that he would go to the village chief's house, but she didn't expect that he went to Zhou Dazhu's house. Xiuying became worried about Chen Zexi.

Zhou Dazhu was the one who started the trouble and was thinking of snatching away the exchange business. Chen Zexi would definitely suffer a lot if he went to his house. Xiuying waited until dark but did not see the young man returning to the hillside.

Why didn't he come back? Was it because I spoke too harshly?