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

After dividing the money, Song Zhi talked about the sales situation in the city today.

"The cakes are still the same as yesterday, with no reduction in quantity. The jelly has been increased by forty yuan. As the weather gets hotter, I estimate the demand for jelly will increase. What I mean is, how about calling back my uncle and cousin to help?"

Wu shook her head and refused. "We are still renting the Wang family's land. What if we anger them and they try to make things difficult for us? We have so much money now, and we can handle it."

Song Zhi knew that what her grandmother cared about most was the one and a half acres of land and the output from the land.

Having been cautious all their lives, they dare not easily give up their nature of digging for food in the soil. Even though the family now has a way to make money, she still thinks that ensuring the crops in the fields is the most important thing.

Song Zhi knew that such a concept could not be changed overnight.

She thought about it, took a step back and said, "If you don't call them back, it will be fine even if you call your cousin back first.

Song Zhi also has her own considerations. She will have to make candies and develop other foods in the future, so it is impossible for her to spend all her time on selling jelly.

It can be said that jelly is just a springboard for her to make money, allowing her to make money quickly and gain the trust of her family.

Now she feels it's time to let someone else take over her current job.

He thought his cousin was a perfect fit.

It’s just that it’s really hard to make such plans known in advance.

Yang looked at her mother-in-law with bright eyes. She also wanted her son to come back. The last time her eldest son came back, he was as thin as a bamboo pole. As a mother, she felt distressed when she saw it.

How could Mrs. Wu not feel distressed? One is her son and the other is her grandson.

She finally took a step back and said, "If the number of jelly orders increases tomorrow, I'll ask your eldest brother to come back then."

When the younger ones heard this, they wanted to call their older brother back and jumped three feet high with joy.

Especially Song Cheng, the little guy was dancing with joy and winking at his second brother from time to time.

Song An simply couldn't bear to look at this fool.

As for what Song Zhi said later about ordering an iron pot and buying two clay pots, Mrs. Wu didn't say much.

He just stood up and said, "Okay, there are a lot of goods ordered today, let's eat first and then start working."

Song Huan then remembered that there was a basket of baked cakes given by Ma in his hand.

She hurriedly took out the oven cakes and said happily, "Grandma, I still have oven cakes here."

When Song Cheng and Song Kang saw the oven-baked cakes, their eyes widened.

The little feet moved subconsciously, moved in front of Song Huan, and all he could see in his eyes was the pancake.

Yang also hurriedly said, "We made some money selling herbs today, and we also brought back some pork belly and ribs. The children have been working hard lately, so let's cheer them up."

Mrs. Wu glanced at her grandson and granddaughter, who were as thin as monkeys, and nodded. "I've already cooked the porridge. We'll have it with the oven-baked bread later. Wash the meat and stew it on the clay stove. We'll have it for dinner tonight."

"Oh~ Time to eat meat, time to eat meat..."

Song An covered the howling little brother with his hand and said, "Please keep your voice down, or the whole village won't hear you!"

Song Cheng scratched his head, raised his little hand and covered his mouth. His clear eyes were full of smiles, like a cat that had stolen fish.

Song Zhi looked at the two little brothers and felt very happy.

This is probably the reason why she is willing to work so hard to lead her family to a good life.

This family is actually trying hard to live a good life.

But in this era, you can't live a good life just by working hard.

Illiteracy, lack of knowledge, inability to transcend current cognition, poverty, and no cost of trial and error.

Any of these points will firmly trap them here, making it impossible for them to turn around.

Song Zhi looked at the children who were filled with joy, suppressed her thoughts, and asked her younger sister to distribute the cakes to the younger brothers who were watching her.

She also took a piece, held her little brother in her arms, and fed him small pieces at a time.

This child is weak and usually quiet, unlike Song An who is lively.

As soon as Song Zhi came back, the little guy liked to rely on his two sisters.

Song Zhi fed him, and he knew to point at the pancake and yell, "Sister, eat too."

He is a very well-behaved child.

After a simple meal, the family started to get busy.

Song Zhiyin was going to the mountains to pick forsythia leaves to make tea.

So she told Wu the speech she had prepared in her mind that morning, "Grandma, the herbal peddler who bought me herbs today introduced me to a medicinal tea. He asked if I had any here, and if so, he would buy it."

"We have that stuff in the mountains too. I'll pick some and bring it to him tomorrow."

Wu didn't doubt it and asked hurriedly, "Would you like me to go up the mountain with you?"

Song Zhi refused, "Grandma, we have a lot of food to order today. Please come with me to the mountain. I'm afraid I can't handle it all by myself. You should stay home and help."

"Okay, then you should be careful and sprinkle more snake and insect repellent powder. Wait and I'll get it for you."

After saying that, he hurried into the house and soon came back with a bamboo tube and handed it to her, "Last time your aunt ran out of yam powder, so I went to Doctor Zheng to buy a bucket. You can use it."

Song Zhi took the bamboo tube, turned around and walked into the house, and took out the old cloth strips that she had previously wrapped her legs.

Then he carefully wrapped up the exposed skin tightly, which not only prevented snake and insect bites, but also prevented him from being scratched by thorns in the mountains and forests.

After everything was ready, Song Zhi picked up the basket and walked towards the back mountain.

The sunlight shines through the treetops onto the winding path, and the green branches sway gently in the wind.

Song Zhi climbed slowly along the mountain road. When she reached the south halfway up the mountain, the view suddenly opened up. The original sea of golden flowers had been replaced by lush greenery.

They compete to grow, and vitality shines through the green leaves.

Apparently it's a good time to pick them.

Song Zhi was very happy. She moved through the forsythia bushes with ease and began to pick the tender green leaves with nimble hands and feet.

The mountains were lush with foliage, and Song Zhi didn't spend too much time picking half a basket of forsythia leaves.

The tea-making process is complicated, so Song Zhi didn't dare to delay too much and hurried down the mountain.

After returning home, Song Zhi first spread the leaves in the basket into a bamboo sieve to dry in the sun, which is the so-called sun-drying.

When the color of the forsythia leaves changes from bright green to dark green, place the forsythia in the bamboo weaving in a cool and ventilated place.

During the tea making process, the Forsythia leaves are turned over from time to time in order to remove moisture and grassy scent from the leaves and improve the quality of the tea.

Because there was only one pot at home, Song Zhi planned to put off the subsequent processes of killing, kneading and frying the green leaves until the evening, after the pastries were made.