It's hard for my elder sister. I rely on the mountains to farm and pay off my debts.

After she left, Zheng Hui ran to Wang's side and said with a pout, "Grandma, do you really believe she can pay back the money for our medicine?"

Wang also didn't believe it, but she didn't say it explicitly. She just poked her granddaughter's forehead.

"Whether you believe it or not is not a big deal. The important thing to do now is to persuade your grandfather to sell the herbs at home."

This way she can save some dowry for her granddaughter, and no one will be able to buy medicine on credit anymore!

When Song Zhi returned home, she had no time to think about it and started working.

The family worked until the evening, and only then did they finish making the pastries and washing the mung bean starch slurry to be used the next day.

At dinner, Song Zhi specifically asked Wu for two eggs and white flour, preparing to make some food to reward the children in the family.

Although Mrs. Wu's hands were shaking as she scooped the flour, she finally gave Song Zhi the ingredients she needed.

Song Zhi didn't hesitate when she got the ingredients. She mixed the flour and the washed bean dregs, then added two eggs and chopped green onions.

Heat oil in a pan and fry the kneaded dough until cooked.

The aroma of hot oil and flour spread in the kitchen. The children stood in front of the stove, craning their necks to look eagerly.

"smell good!"

Since Song Zhi talked to grandma last time, the family has indeed started to have three meals a day, but most of the time they still cook and drink porridge.

Fortunately, we make pastries at home every day, so we have a lot of goat milk.

This can also ensure children's protein intake to a certain extent.

The children had not eaten much delicious food, so Song Zhi just made the fried pancakes in a different way, and they were looking forward to it.

Mrs. Wu watched from the side and felt only pain in her heart.

This kid is too careless. He scooped so much oil into the pot without blinking. This is enough for the family to use for half a month.

However, although she felt heartbroken, she did not utter a word of complaint as she looked at her grandchildren standing in a circle around the stove.

As the oil temperature rises, the flavor of the fried dough becomes richer.

Song Cheng couldn't help but ask, "Sister, when can we eat the cakes?"

"Go wash your hands quickly, and you'll have food soon."

The children cried out, turned around and ran madly to wash their hands.

When I came back, I saw that there were golden fried pancakes in the coarse porcelain bowl on the stove.

A few little ones ran back with their hands full of water droplets, their eyes sparkling with excitement, and rushed to the stove almost at the same time.

They stood on tiptoe and stretched their necks as far as possible to smell the tempting aroma of the golden butter cakes.

The surface of the fried cake has an attractive luster, and occasionally you can hear a slight sizzling sound.

Song Cheng couldn't help but stretch out his little hand, wanting to take one.

There was a slapping sound, and Song An beside him hit him, "Why are you so anxious? Aren't you afraid of burning your hands?"

Song Cheng's little black hand was slapped, but he didn't get angry.

He just smiled foolishly and said, "Second brother, I'm not afraid of the heat."

Song An glared. This greedy boy was not even as good as Xiaokang.

Song Zhi, who was busy working, didn't expect the child to be so anxious. She warned, "This pancake has just come out of the pan and is very hot. Don't pick it up with your hands. Use chopsticks instead."

Song Cheng scratched his head, said "oh", then obediently ran to the corner of the kitchen, took out a few pairs of chopsticks from the simple chopstick holder, and jumped back to the stove.

After distributing chopsticks to everyone, he couldn't wait to pick up a piece of fried cake with his chopsticks.

He first blew a few breaths gently at the corner of his mouth, and then took a tentative bite. It was crispy, salty and fragrant. Song Cheng, who had rarely eaten fried food, widened his eyes in amazement.

"Hmm~ so delicious!" Song Cheng squinted his eyes, looking very enjoyable.

At the same time, he did not forget to urge Song An beside him, "Second brother, you should try it too, it's really delicious!"

Although Song An said he disliked his brother's impatience, he couldn't help but smile when he saw his satisfied look.

He blew on the sizzling pancake, then took a bite. Sure enough, the pancake was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and the aroma was everywhere.

On the other side, Song Huan first blew the fried dough sticks in his hand to cool them down before feeding them to his younger brother.

The little guy grabbed the fried pancake in his hands and ate it with his eyes narrowed in satisfaction.

Song Zhi felt very satisfied when she saw the happy faces of the children.

Before dark, the family had a hearty dinner with fried pancakes and went to bed early.

Because there were a lot of goods to prepare for the next day, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law got up earlier than usual.

Song Zhi also got up to help prepare when the rooster crowed.

"Why are you up? It's just your aunt and I here."

Song Zhi looked at the pot of jelly that had been cooked on the chopping board, then looked at the jelly that was being stirred in the pot, "Grandma, did you divide it into two pots?"

Wu nodded and said, "Our pot is small and we can't cook so much at once, so we divide it into two batches."

The Song family's kitchen only had a stove and an iron pot. Iron pots were precious at that time, so the Song family bought one when Grandpa Song was still able to hunt and make money.

I usually boil water and cook rice using this iron pot.

It was fine at home before, but now when I need to cook jelly, this pot seems not big enough!

Alas, Song Zhi sighed in her heart, the house really needs to be renovated everywhere.

Seeing her granddaughter standing there motionless, Mrs. Wu couldn't help but urge her to go back and rest.

"Grandma, I'll take your place. You take a rest."

Wu insisted, "You are not needed here. Your aunt and I are taking turns."

"That's right, that's right. When the jelly is ready, we can take a nap during the day. It won't be a problem."

Song Zhi was driven back into the house by the two men and took a nap for a while.

When the sky turned pale and the fish turned belly up, the three siblings packed up their things and set off.

Because of Song Zhi's explanation yesterday, when the villagers saw the three siblings carrying baskets on their backs and baskets in their hands, they would ask, "Azhi girl, are you going to the county town to set up a stall?"

Song Zhi would also respond generously.

Seeing that she responded so frankly, the villagers felt embarrassed to ask any more questions.

When the villagers saw the three siblings walking away, those who originally did not believe that the Song family could repay the money began to waver.

Is it really possible to make money by setting up a stall in the city?

Do you want to go into the city and take a look yourself?

There are quite a few villagers who have this idea. It is not the busy farming season yet, so there is not much work to do in the fields.

There were those who were decisive. They would go home, carry eggs or leftover vegetables, and then go to the county town with a basket to join in the fun.

Sitting on the ox cart, Song Zhi clearly felt that the number of people entering the city today was much greater than usual.

When they arrived at the county town, Song Zhi got off the bus and saw a long line of people queuing to enter the city.

The people either carried or hung baskets, or shouldered loads, or pushed wheelbarrows with their own products on them.

It seems that they received the news yesterday that the entrance fee was cancelled, so they came to the market.