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

It just so happened that the granddaughter came to the house last time and said that she would pay back the money at the end of the month, but most of the families in the village were still skeptical.

Afterwards, each family inquired about the matter and heard that Song Zhi had expressed her stance to every family, so they took it even less seriously and just regarded it as an ordinary greeting to reassure them.

Sending them some food will give them some peace of mind that their family is able to repay the debt.

As for whether other families should also send gifts, Mrs. Wu was a little hesitant.

It's not that she has any grievances against people, but Wu, who is used to being frugal, still can't bear to do it.

She looked at her granddaughter, ready to hear what she had to say.

Song Zhiyuan thought that since they were going to give it as a gift, then she would give it all away, and she didn't care about the extra pieces of jelly.

As for the families who did not borrow money at the beginning, their financial situation was not much better than hers, and even if they wanted to borrow, they could not come up with the money.

She is not a party involved.

Song Zhi didn't have such an intuitive feeling about the villagers' likes and dislikes. In the spirit of good neighborliness, she planned to give one to each of them, but just when she opened her mouth.

Yang just came out of the utility room and heard the discussion between the grandfather and grandson. She said, "Why don't we give it to the one who helped our family in the past?"

"This way, our neighbors will know that we care about our kindness. If we give money to every household, those who lend us money will be happy, but it will be different after all."

Although neighborly relations should be harmonious, there is always a gap between closeness and distance.

Mrs. Wu also felt that her daughter-in-law's words made sense, so she nodded and said, "What Mei Niang said makes sense. I will do as you say."

Seeing that both of them meant the same thing, Song Zhi didn't want to create any more ambiguity over such a small matter, so she nodded in agreement with her aunt's wishes.

Mrs. Wu stood up and smiled, "Then I'll go prepare it now and try to send it to them in the evening and even give them an extra dish."

Song Zhi hurriedly said, "Grandma, don't worry about that. I have something else to tell you."

Seeing that they had finally finished their conversation, Song Huan said happily, "Let me tell you, let me tell you!"

It was rare to see the little sister actively express herself, so Song Zhi also wanted to cultivate their narrative ability. She smiled and said, "Okay, Huanhuan, go ahead."

Song Huan said with a cheerful face, "Grandma, the cake shop has increased their pre-orders. Starting tomorrow, we need to deliver three kilograms every day. In addition, Shopkeeper Zhou said there are additional pre-orders, so we need to deliver a total of five kilograms tomorrow."

When Mrs. Wu and Mrs. Yang heard this, they both showed joy on their faces.

Before the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law could ask in detail, Song An also raised her hand and said, "Mom, I have good news too. My sister has found a suitable buyer for our herbs."

"That person is willing to pay a lot of money to buy our medicinal herbs, sister, don't you think so?"

Song Zhi nodded. "That's right. I've already agreed on the price of the herbs with the merchant. Ordinary herbs are 12 coins per catty, while the more precious ones are 35 coins per catty. The best bid is for asarum, which can be sold for 70 coins per catty."

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were surrounded by huge surprises.

Yang was bewildered and asked, "How could this herb be sold at such a high price?"

"Aunt, this is the normal price. We sold it so low before because the drugstore was suppressing the price."

Mrs. Wu was very thankful and said to her eldest daughter-in-law, "Fortunately, we listened to Ah Zhi and did not sell these herbs at a low price. Otherwise, we would be so distressed now."

Yang nodded in agreement, "That's right, the clinic in this county is too shady. I feel guilty about the herbs we sold earlier."

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law complained for a while, then counted the herbs available at home, and based on Song Zhi's previous quotation, they calculated how much money they could make from these herbs.

This is not unknown, but after a rough estimate, it can be sold for more than four taels of silver.

Now the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law could no longer sit still, so they got up and went to the main room to confirm the number of herbs.

Song Zhi shook her head and laughed at the uneasy mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, as well as the chattering children following behind them.

Very nice.

This family is finally getting back on track.

Because she had to give the villagers some jelly and ordered three more pounds of pastries, Song Zhi took a short rest and then started to get busy.

Those who grind beans grind beans, those who wash starch wash starch, those who make fire make fire, and those who make pastries make pastries.

The whole family joined in, even three-year-old Song Kang helped his sister peel the mung beans.

In addition, the production of pastries is complicated, as it requires steaming, pounding, and frying.

Because the villagers were at home this morning, Mrs. Wu did not prepare the ingredients.

With the increased dosage, the whole family was busy.

Especially when stir-frying the mung bean paste over low heat, the three people in the family take turns to do it.

Song Zhi's arms were so weak that she couldn't lift them anymore, so she prepared five pounds of pastries and some jelly to give to the villagers.

Song Zhi really didn't have the energy to do errands anymore.

She called the younger ones in the family and assigned the task directly to them.

Song An, who felt that he was being put to good use, patted his chest and said, "Sister, just leave this matter to us without worry. I promise that I won't make any mistakes."

"Go, go." Song Zhi was relieved.

However, Yang was not as carefree as her niece. She stopped the children who were about to run out with food in their hands, pulled them aside and reminded them carefully not to send the food to the wrong people, and then let them go.

The sky gradually took on a gentle orange-red hue, and curls of smoke rose from the roofs of every household, interweaving with the distant mountains to form a peaceful and tranquil pastoral picture.

Four siblings, led by Song An, walked on the country path gently embraced by the afterglow of the setting sun, occasionally hearing the crowing of chickens and barking of dogs along the way.

Song Huan held his younger brother Song Kang's hand and followed behind his brother, his little face filled with excitement.

Their backs were straight, as if they were doing something extraordinary.

The four siblings first went to Uncle Dahe's house, which was closest to their home.

As soon as I entered the yard, I saw Song Dahe hammering and planing wood.

Song An called out to someone outside the door, then walked into the yard, "Uncle Dahe, this is the jelly my sister made. I'm giving some to you to try."

After Song An finished speaking, he handed over the jelly in his hand. The jelly was bright green and looked very novel.

Tietou, who was playing in the yard, immediately threw away the small wooden stick he used to poke ants when he heard that food was delivered, rushed to his father, stared at the food in the bowl and swallowed his saliva.

"Dad, I want to eat."

Song Dahe glared at his son who looked greedy and refused, "How can this be so embarrassing? Just keep it for yourself."

"Uncle, you don't have to refuse. My sister said thank you for your help to the family. We don't have anything to show for ourselves right now. This thing is just for the sake of novelty. You can keep it and try it. It's not something rare."

After that, he urged Tietou again, "Tietou, go get the bowl quickly."

After hearing this, Song Dahe stopped refusing and just kept muttering, "This kid, why are you so polite..."

Tietou glanced at his father and seeing that he had no objection, he ran to the kitchen and soon came back with a coarse porcelain bowl, followed by He.