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

Mrs. Wu looked at her daughter-in-law's obviously upturned mouth corners, and a smile appeared in her eyes.

The family is harmonious and working together. Nothing makes her happier than this.

She nodded immediately, "Then let's follow your aunt's wishes and not marry Mrs. Hu."

"Azhi, do you have anything else to say?"

"I just want you to tell the clan leader that the affairs of the village should be handed over to him."

"Okay, I understand..."

Before he could finish his words, a villager holding eggs stood outside the door and called out to the courtyard, "My sister-in-law is home. We heard that Dashan broke his arm, so we came to check on him..."

Upon hearing the voice, Mrs. Wu hurriedly stood up and walked out to greet him.

His face was filled with surprise and emotion. "Oh, why did you all bother to come here? His injury is not serious. He will be healed in a few days."

As she spoke, she invited the villagers in, and the yard suddenly became lively.

Grandma Tian held Mrs. Wu's hand, her eyes full of heartache. "Life at home has just gotten better, how could something happen to Dashan again? Don't worry, relax."

Wu nodded repeatedly, "I know, don't worry!"

Seeing that Wu's expression was not fake, Granny Tian handed the basket to her. "There's nothing valuable at home, but these eggs are pretty good. Keep them for Dashan to take care of himself."

Zhao also echoed and was about to stuff the basket into Wu's hands.

Just now, the clan leader drove the ox cart into the village, and many people saw Song Youshan lying on the cart.

As soon as the patriarch returned, everyone rushed forward to inquire about the situation, and only then did they know that Dashan's hand was broken.

The villagers might think that there is another patient in her family and that life will become difficult again.

But Mrs. Wu was very clear about it. Her granddaughter had just settled the accounts with her, and she was not worried at all.

She quickly refused, "We still have eggs at home. You can keep them for the children. They are in the growing stage now."

The villagers laughed and said, "Auntie, our chickens lay eggs every day, so we can't do without them."

But Mrs. Wu knew that these eggs were precious things and the children could not eat them easily.

Her family now has a way to make money, unlike the people in the village who have to collect eggs to exchange for money.

Mrs. Wu just waved her hands and refused.

Seeing that he was unwilling to take it back, Zhao Shi suddenly had an idea and took an empty basket from under the eaves.

He carefully placed his own eggs in the basket, and asked others to put theirs in as well.

"Don't be polite with us. Ten of us will be enough for Dashan to eat for a month or two."

As they were talking, several more villagers came into the yard. Some of them carried baskets, and some held a large coarse porcelain bowl filled with homemade fine noodles.

Everyone put down their things in a lively manner, went into the house to take a look at Song Youshan, and told him to relax, recuperate, and let them know if anything happened.

There were also people like Grandma Tian who were worried that Grandma and Yang would be hurt, so they tried to find good words to comfort them.

After staying at home for a short while, he left in a hurry.

Song Zhi stood aside, watching all this silently, a warm feeling welling up in her heart. She noticed that most of the villagers who came to visit were the families to whom she had sent jelly.

Of course, there are also families that Song Zhi has never sent gifts to.

Song Guangfa came to the door with a bloody pheasant. The man put the pheasant in the yard and said hello.

"I heard from the villagers that Dashan's hand was broken. This is the pheasant I just hunted this morning. It's not dead yet. My sister-in-law stewed it for Dashan to nourish his body." After saying that, he was about to leave.

Mrs. Wu quickly stopped the man and said, "Guangfa, take it back quickly. I have chickens at home too. You can keep them and exchange them for money in the county town."

"The chickens at home are kept for laying eggs. This one would have died if it had been sent to the city, and it wouldn't have sold for much, so my sister-in-law kept it."

“No, no…”

Mrs. Wu wanted to say something, but the man walked around her and left the yard.

"Hey...Hey..." Wu chased the person out of the door and called out several times, but failed to keep him.

Then he came back and said to his granddaughter, "It's not easy for your grandfather Guangfa to live alone. He relies on his hunting skills to earn some money. How can we accept his things? Azhi will send them back to him."

Yang advised, "Mother, our two families have always had a close relationship. When my father-in-law was alive, he often took my uncle hunting in the mountains. Now you're asking Ah Zhi to send him back. Isn't that insulting?"

"If you feel like I owe you a favor, I'll ask Dashan to help you during the busy farming season!"

Mrs. Wu thought about it and felt that what her daughter-in-law said made sense. She nodded and said, "Okay, then take it. This chicken is almost gone. You go and deal with it."

"I'm going to talk to the clan leader about making jelly. It's already past noon and we can't delay any longer!" After saying that, he hurried out the door.

Song Zhi stood aside, listening to the conversation between the two, and remembered this person.

A few years ago, the imperial court recruited soldiers. Song Guangfa had no sons but only a daughter, so he had to be drafted into the barracks to serve.

At nearly fifty years old, she had survived the war by relying on the hunting skills she had learned with her grandfather.

It was only this year when he was stationed at the border that he was accidentally shot in the right eye by a stray arrow from the barbarians attacking the city, and only then was he able to return to his hometown.

It was from Song Guangfa that Song Zhi learned that the vanguard battalion where his father was located had chosen to advance deep behind enemy lines at night in order to defend the city and share the pressure.

In the end, the city was defended, but the group of people his father and others who went out never came back.

When the reinforcements rushed over to search for the people, they only found scattered bodies that had been trampled to pieces by horses, as well as broken armor.

The soldiers all knew that these people had no chance of survival.

Undoubtedly, those who can survive the battlefield are very lucky.

But when Song Guangfa recovered from his injuries and returned home, everything had changed.

Because of him, his wife was taken away to serve in the military. She was already in poor health and died within two years. His daughter also got married.

Song Zhi sighed. War is always cruel no matter when.

In their Xiaohezi village, most of the soldiers who were drafted into service died, and every family had suffered the pain of losing their husbands and sons.

In such a difficult environment, everyone can still help each other and remain simple and friendly.

Although everyone has some minor conflicts on a daily basis, Song Zhi thinks this is understandable.

After all, this is human nature. As long as you don't do things that harm others and yourself for your own benefit.

She felt that there was nothing to worry about as life was already so difficult.

She didn't want to worry about any more trivial things.

Fortunately, her family is very understanding.

Now she has won over grandma and aunt-in-law, and they rely on her. Whenever they are undecided, they will ask her opinion.

Once she pays off her debts and gains control of the family, she will have nothing to worry about.