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

At night, Chen Zexi was arranged to live in the chicken coop. There was a foul stench all around, chicken feathers were flying everywhere, and the chicken coop had not been cleaned for a long time. There was a lot of chicken droppings entangled on the straw. Chen Zexi squatted in the corner of the chicken coop, curled up in a ball.

He couldn't stay here for a day. The lowest-ranking servants in the Chen family ate better, lived better, and were not mocked by their masters. They slept in a large dormitory, which was much better than this chicken coop.

Although there were only two wooden houses in Xiuying's home, Xiuying and her seven friends never said a harsh word to him, and treated him equally in terms of food and accommodation.

Zhou Dazhu's family clearly had two empty rooms, but they wanted him to live in the chicken coop, saying that he was just a servant and had no right to live in the house.

He missed Aunt Xiuying, his seven little friends, and the meals at Aunt Xiuying's house. It was his little friends who taught him how to mix chicken feed, wash dishes, do laundry, weed, and grow vegetables... He wanted to work in the fields with his little friends. Although he was tired at that time, he was happy.

Now he was tired, hungry and unhappy.

But he can't go back now. Zhou Dazhu wants to harm Aunt Xiuying and snatch the exchange business from Aunt Xiuying. He hasn't figured out this matter yet. When will the owner of Fenglailou want to exchange things with Futian Village?

How did Zhou Dazhu and Zhao Cunliang get involved with the owner of Fenglailou?

What were they up to? It was absolutely true that these two had conspired to harm Aunt Xiuying.

The time has come for him to repay his gratitude, so he cannot leave yet.

next morning

Chen Zexi woke up in the chicken coop. Before he could even have a bite of breakfast, Hongmei called him to work in the fields. Hongmei followed him to the fields carrying a bamboo basket to pick some vegetables.

As he walked, he chanted, "Nowadays, people in the village only eat two meals a day. You shouldn't just eat every day. You should work harder to repay me."

I saw groups of people walking up the mountain on the village road, carrying bamboo baskets on their backs.

"Hey, isn't that Mrs. Sun? Today..."

Before Hongmei could finish her words, Mrs. Sun took her daughter away.

"Aunt Li, why are you going up the mountain so early..."

Aunt Li ran away as if she saw the plague god when she saw Hongmei

Hongmei snorted coldly.

"These people are so petty, after a few days, they will all be begging me in tears.

Come on, Awang, follow the master to the fields. Don't bother with these people who can't even afford to eat vegetable porridge."

Chen Zexi rolled his eyes as he followed Hongmei. The more arrogant this woman was now, the more she would regret it in a few days.

What's so great about being able to eat black flour steamed buns? Aunt Xiuying's family has rice for every meal.

But now he understood why Aunt Xiuying's family, although so hardworking, still lived in a wooden house and not even a mud house. It was because of these so-called relatives who held her back. Seeing that Aunt Xiuying's family was living a better life, they became jealous and tried every means to steal other people's livelihoods.

Aunt Sun pulled Sun Huahua forward and warned her daughter, "Don't let those families know that wild mushrooms in the mountains can be exchanged for rice, otherwise they will come to trouble your Aunt Xiuying again. These people just can't get along with others."

"Well, mother, don't worry, I'm very tight-lipped."

Aunt Sun's family had no fields, so she just wanted to take this opportunity to pick more wild mushrooms to exchange for food. After hearing Shi Liu say that the black stuff they fed the chickens at home was called black truffle, which could also be exchanged for rice, she specifically asked her three sons to go to the distant mountains and forests to dig it. Almost all the nearby mountains and forests had dug some to feed the chickens.

Whenever I think of the black truffles that Mrs. Sun fed the chickens a few days ago, my liver aches. They were eating white rice!

Compared to Sun Dasao's family, other families are more anxious. Spring plowing is about to come, and spring plowing is the top priority of the year. They need to pick as many milk apples, ferns, wild mushrooms, and black truffles as possible before the spring plowing comes.

These can actually be exchanged for rice, and for everyone, this is the second most important thing of the year.

Farmers will not complain about having too much food. The villagers have exchanged the rice they bought before for black flour. Those who have surplus rice exchanged it for salt and stored it. Now there are more black truffles and wild mushrooms to exchange, so everyone naturally wants to race against time to exchange more before the spring plowing.

It rained last night, and a lot of wild mushrooms have appeared in the forest...

After lunch, Xiuying's yard became lively again. The small yard was filled with baskets of wild mushrooms, milk apples, and ferns. Among them, wild mushrooms were the most picked, and black truffles were the least.

Mrs. Sun and Sun Huahua picked two baskets full of wild mushrooms and half a basket of milk apples. Jindan, Tiedan and Goudan went out before dawn. After climbing over two mountains, the three brothers finally dug up a basket of black truffles.

The women started talking in the dam

"Sister-in-law Sun, why don't you ask the three boys to help pick wild mushrooms? The three boys are quick and there are a lot of wild mushrooms in the forest now. I'm afraid the three brothers can pick up three baskets of wild mushrooms in half a day."

"Pick up as much as you can..."

Mrs. Sun told the children last night that Aunt Xiuying was helping the restaurant with purchasing. If she only picked wild mushrooms, what would happen if the boss didn't have what he needed? What would happen to Xiuying?

Mrs. Sun called her three sons out before dawn, and specifically asked them to go far away, no matter how much, they must dig some black truffles back.

Even if the black truffles could only be exchanged for the smallest amount of rice, they still had to dig them. After all, the black stuff was eaten by chickens, and being able to exchange it for rice was already beyond everyone's expectations. What they cared about was Aunt Xiuying's kindness to her family, and they would repay Xiuying even if they had to work like a slave.

Most people in the village picked wild mushrooms, a few families picked some milk apples and ferns, and only Mrs. Sun's family dug black truffles. There was nothing they could do about it because these were seasonal things and would be gone after the season.

Li Shenghui, the youngest son of the old village chief, came with pen and paper to help register one by one. Xiuying wanted to record the number of exchanges and count them so that she would have a rough idea of how much of each item could be purchased next year.

Taohua helped to weigh and count, while Shiliu was responsible for distributing the rice.

Xiuying stood in the middle of the dam and announced to everyone the weight of the exchange.

"My dear ladies, this is the last wave of purchases before spring plowing. The milk apple and bracken will still be traded at the same rate of three pounds of milk apple for one pound of rice, and two pounds of bracken for one pound of rice.

We'll trade two pounds of wild mushrooms, regardless of species, for one pound of rice. And that black thing you usually dig up to feed the chickens is called black truffles, so we'll trade one pound of black truffles for one pound of rice."

There are abundant wild mushrooms in spring, and everyone picks whatever they see. Even the cheapest oyster mushrooms in the mall are six yuan per catty, so with the package price of two catties of wild mushrooms for one catty of rice, Xiuying will always make a profit.