Crossing the farm gate, the whole family reunites in the disaster year

Wu Lao Er turned around and said, "Don't worry, I won't take all the money. My house is close to the well, so I'll be watching over the money. I'll take a penny of the hard-earned money, and the rest will be shared among everyone."

The village head stipulated that each person could only have half a bucket of water a day, so the four Lins had to pay six cents a day. At the end of a month, they could earn a few cents for free.

No one spoke up to object.

Wu Laoer is complacent. If you dare to bully Erzhu, don't blame him for being cruel.

"Bastard!"

There was a sudden curse from behind the crowd.

"When will it be your turn, Wu Laoer, to be in charge of the village!" The village head came panting, and the crowd automatically made way for him.

Wu Laoer's face changed. He clearly saw the headman leave the village with his own eyes, so why did he come back at this time?

"I've only been away for half a day, and you, Wu Laoer, are the ones in charge of the village?" The village headman was so angry that his beard was shaking.

He begged the county magistrate again and again before he agreed to dig two more wells for Xiahe Village.

Fortunately, no one from the county government office came with us today. If they had seen the disturbance in the village and reported it to the county magistrate, the well digging plan would have been ruined.

It is true that there is not enough success and more than failure!

Wu Laoer stiffened his neck and said, "I'm doing this for the good of the villagers. Now that this has been established, anyone can come and live in Xiahe Village."

"Bah! With a worthless person like you around, no one would bother to come."

Old Mrs. Cui came back carrying a hoe and spat at Old Wu's feet.

"You old thing! I..."

"What do you mean by 'I'? Back then, your family was so poor that they couldn't even afford to eat, and it was me who gave your mother ten kilograms of grain." Old Mrs. Cui stood calmly in front of her two daughters-in-law. "If you want to settle accounts, I'll help you with that."

Wu Laoer had a dark face, gritted his teeth and said nothing.

Cui Zhaozhao saw a group of people gathered at the door of his house from afar. He panicked and struggled to squeeze into the crowd. He saw an old man in his sixties wearing a long gown standing in the middle.

Seeing that Wu Lao Er had calmed down, the village head coughed and said, "It's a good thing that everyone is here. I have good news to announce."

The village head only wears this kind of clothes when meeting the county magistrate. Could it be that the county is going to release grain for disaster relief?

The crowd exploded instantly.

"Quiet!" The scene was utterly silent. The village head straightened his clothes and said, "The county magistrate promised to send someone to dig a well for our village tomorrow."

Digging a well?!

The villagers were ecstatic. This was great news. With water, crops could grow in the fields.

The village head suppressed the discussion and continued, "The county has sent people to dig a well for us. We in Xiahe Village cannot treat the craftsmen unfairly. Each family should contribute one pound of grain and hand it over to me by tonight at the latest."

When they heard that food was to be distributed, it was like a bucket of cold water poured over their heads, and the crowd fell silent for a moment.

"I heard that Zhujia Village next door dug three wells, but there was no water. Our village should not pay the grain tax, otherwise it would be a waste of joy."

"If you can guarantee that we can get water, I will pay you whatever amount of food you give me."

A pound of grain mixed with wild vegetables can be boiled into porridge, which is enough for several days. If you can't get water out of it, the grain will be wasted.

Veins popped out of the headman's forehead. He had been begging the county magistrate until his lips were worn out. The magistrate finally agreed reluctantly.

How can we know if there will be water if we don’t dig a well? Are we really going to watch the crops die in the fields?

So stupid!

"Uncle Lizheng, this grain is on my family's pay."

A firm voice echoed from the crowd. The village head looked in the direction of the voice and was confused for a moment: "Are you... the third daughter-in-law of the Cui family?"

Lin pursed her lips and smiled: "Uncle Lizheng has a good memory. I will ask Sanlang to deliver the food to you later."

"Good, good, good!"

Unexpectedly, the first person to support digging a well was a outsider who had just returned to the village, and the village head applauded repeatedly.

"We're going to die anyway. What if we get flooded? My family will give us a pound of grain!"

With Lin taking the lead, more and more people came to pay grain, and soon more than 30 households agreed to pay grain.

Many people were still unwilling to give up: "If we can't dig a well, can we return the grain?"

With grain in hand, the headman was no longer anxious. He said calmly, "Those who don't want to pay don't have to. Wu Laoer's words just now gave me an idea. If a well is dug, those who haven't paid the grain can buy water. The price will be three coins per bucket as set by Wu Laoer."

As soon as these words came out, Wu Laoer received a lot of complaining looks. Why did he bother buying water when he had nothing better to do? Now that it's ready, he'll give it to them first.

Those who were originally hesitant also relaxed.

The crowd gradually dispersed, and Lin led the three children back to the house. Cui Chengliang stared at her back in a daze, and Lin's gentle yet firm eyes just now appeared in his mind for a long time, and her thin body was slender and firm.

Overlapping with the figure in memory.

Lin stood in front of the cabinet, hesitating. The food at home was either fine rice or white flour, and taking it out would arouse suspicion.

Cui Zhaozhao walked forward, closed the cabinet door, secretly took out the purse, and counted out 20 copper coins.

"I'm going to the upper room to exchange for a pound of food."

Lin thought about it, stopped Cui Zhaozhao, and handed the matter over to Cui Jingwen.

Go up to the room.

Old Mrs. Cui looked at the copper coins that Cui Jingwen placed on the table and asked with a look of surprise, "What does your mother mean?"

Cui Jingwen scratched his head and chuckled, "My mother sent me to buy a pound of grain from you."

There was a grain bag in front of Old Mrs. Cui filled with two kilograms of old rice. Even if Mrs. Lin didn't ask, she would have given her this kilogram of grain.

The youngest son has been living with them all these years, so this share should be paid by the old couple.

Old Mrs. Cui said with a sullen face, "The Cui family doesn't need this pound of grain. Hurry up and take the money back. Why are you showing off with just a few copper coins?"

Cui Chengliang advised, "You don't have much money, so this pound is mine."

Cui Jingwen stood still and held his head high proudly.

Even if his brush is worn out from writing, he will still earn money to support his mother and sister, and will never give his scumbag father any chance to take advantage of him.

Old Mrs. Cui had heard before that scholars had strange tempers, and today she finally saw it for herself. Sanlang walked straight into the room, neither saying a word nor leaving.

If it were any other child, Old Lady Cui would have started scolding him long ago, but Sanlang was educated after all, so Old Lady Cui swallowed her words back and gave him a pound of grain with a sullen face.

"Here you go, take it and leave quickly. It makes me upset just looking at it."

Cui Jingwen chuckled.

"Thank you for the milk."

After the green balls were exposed to the sun for an entire afternoon, a crack appeared on the bottom. Lin took the basket back to the house and picked up a wooden stick to prepare to take them out.

Xiaoliu was young and had fallen asleep from exhaustion. Cui Zhaozhao squatted beside the basket and poked the green ball. It was hard inside and didn't look like it was edible.

"Is this food edible?"

Lin raised an eyebrow: "Every winter when the heating is turned on, you buy bags of it and freeze it in the refrigerator. Now you don't recognize it?"

Cui Zhaozhao racked his brains but couldn't remember eating the green ball.

Lin raised his stick and swung it down, knocking out several dark brown flat balls that rolled on the ground.

Cui Zhaozhao was surprised: "It's chestnuts!"

Chestnuts are small, round and shiny. It turns out that chestnuts have a shell.

Thinking of the sweet and sticky sugar-roasted chestnuts, her mouth started watering.

Lin corrected her, "This isn't a Chinese chestnut, it's an oil chestnut."

Cui Zhaozhao looked at it over and over again: "But it's the same as what I ate before, how can you tell it's oil chestnuts?"