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

When Song Zhi came down the mountain carrying the forsythia leaves, she saw the uncles and aunts in the village busy in the open space next to her house.

Some are responsible for cutting thatch, some are responsible for digging foundations, and some are responsible for building mud stoves...

Everyone was working hard and it was obviously a busy scene.

When Song Zhi returned home, she immediately called a few children and asked them to take out the straw mat from the utility room.

She carried the basket on her back and went straight to the backyard.

When Song An brought the mat, Song Zhi spread all the leaves in the basket on the mat to dry.

The younger ones had seen Song Zhi doing these chores before, so they stepped forward to help without Song Zhi's instructions.

Song Zhi spread the leaves evenly and said to the children, "When you dry them, be sure to pick out the leaves that are yellowed or have insects."

This job is simple. Even a three-year-old boy can choose by following the example of his older brothers and sisters.

When Song Ping returned home from the county, he was stunned when he saw the busy house.

Why are there so many people in his house?

Did he miss something?

Just when he was full of questions, a surprised call brought him back to his senses.

"Aping, you're back!" Mrs. Wu went out to greet him in surprise.

When Yang, who was grinding beans in the utility room, heard this, she stopped working and hurriedly chased after him.

Song Ping was surrounded by his grandmother and mother as he entered the house.

Yang kept asking questions, "A Ping, did you go to the county government office and see the magistrate? Did he have anything to say about this matter?"

Mrs. Wu hurriedly stopped him and said, "Why rush? Ask Ah Ping to sit down and rest first. If you have anything to say, wait until he has a drink of water."

When her grandson came in, she noticed that he had become thinner and his lips were a little pale.

No matter how anxious Mrs. Wu was, she wanted her grandson to take it easy before asking questions.

Yang then remembered that her son had been given a laxative. She hurriedly asked, "A Ping, are you still having diarrhea? Should I call Doctor Zheng to take a look at you?"

Song Ping shook his head. "Mother, no need. Let's go to the county government office. The county magistrate heard that I was given a laxative and called a doctor to take my pulse. I'm fine now!"

After hearing this, Yang finally breathed a sigh of relief, "The county magistrate is indeed very considerate. I'm glad you're okay, I'm glad you're okay..."

Song Zhi, who was busy in the backyard, heard the noise in the main room and followed him into the house.

Seeing her granddaughter, Mrs. Wu waved and said, "Come back quickly. Your elder brother has returned from the county government office. You should come and listen to what's going on."

Song Ping had been busy for the whole morning and was indeed a little thirsty.

After gulping down a large bowl of water, he described in detail what had happened in the county government office.

"The county magistrate said that the case of the Wang family steward will be heard in the county court tomorrow. As one of the victims, we will also be present at the scene."

"However, since the Lord heard that Dad's hand was broken, he has spared Dad the trouble tomorrow. He must write a petition, and I will present it on his behalf."

Yang's heart was slightly relieved. "Look at this, the master is going to make the decision for you!"

Song Ping nodded in agreement, "Later, when we were leaving, we ran into the Wang family and asked to see you, but you refused to see them!"

Mrs. Wu even clasped her hands together and muttered to herself, praying that the Buddha would bless her, saying that this time her family had met a good official.

After Song Ping answered everyone's questions, he asked Yang, "Mom, are we going to build a house?"

Yang waved her hand and briefly explained how she was going to teach the villagers how to make jelly.

Song Ping, like her father, didn't ask any further questions. He just stood up and said, "Then I'll go see if there's anything I can help with!"

Yang pulled her son back and said, "There are so many people here, we don't need you. You've been running for most of the day, take a break."

Song Ping was used to doing work, and he couldn't do anything or just watch.

Mrs. Wu knew her grandson's temperament best. "Then go help your mother grind the beans."

Someone was doing the job of washing the starch. Now that there were many people in the family and it was difficult to make pastries, Mrs. Wu had no choice but to send the mother and daughter to grind the beans first.

Song Zhi turned around and was about to get busy, but was stopped by Wu, "Ah Zhi, since everyone is helping out at home for half a day, do you want us to bring some people to cook?"

"But with so many people, we don't have much food left..."

Mrs. Wu was very hesitant. Although the villagers came to learn how to make jelly, they had actually worked for the family for half a month, and what if they didn't even have a bite to eat?

It seems petty after all.

Song Zhi thought for a moment and said, "Grandma, wasn't there some freshly ground mung bean dregs there just now?"

"Let's mix some dough and fry some mung bean pancakes for everyone to try!"

Mrs. Wu slapped her thigh happily. "That's a good idea. Someone just came to see your uncle and brought a bowl of flour. I'll make it right away."

"Can you help me?"

"No, no, just go and do your own thing!" After saying that, he went about his own business.

Seeing that her grandmother didn't need her, Song Zhi continued to pick forsythia leaves.

She took the simple drying rack that her aunt had made last time to the backyard, and took some bamboo weaving and bamboo sieves and placed them on the drying rack, preparing to use them to hold the dried leaves later.

Everyone performs their duties.

By the evening, the simple thatched shed and the stove were built!

After all the preparations were done, a villager asked Wu anxiously, "Auntie, when will the jelly be made?"

Mrs. Wu glanced at her granddaughter and gestured for her to speak.

Song Zhi understood and stepped forward to explain, "Let's not rush today. We need to make sure the food is fresh. It's already late now. We'll start at 3:00 AM tomorrow. Uncles, aunts, who would like to come first tomorrow morning?"

Although they had to arrive early in the morning, the villagers were still enthusiastic and signed up one after another to come.

Song Zhi smiled and said, "There's no need to fight. Everyone can get a turn. Later, when the stove on the straw shed is built, if the food sells well in the county town, we'll also make it during the day."

"After everyone heard this, they stopped arguing."

After finalizing the arrangements for the next day, the villagers were preparing to leave.

Mrs. Wu hurriedly brought out the fried bean curd dregs pancakes from the kitchen.

"Come on, come on, everyone has worked hard today, and we don't have anything good to treat you at home. Each of you can take two pieces back to try."

The freshly fried mung bean dregs pancakes are golden and crispy on the outside. When you bite into them, you can taste the aroma of flour and the fragrance of mung beans.

This is food that is not easily available to the villagers who only eat half full every day.

The villagers didn't expect that each of them would have two pieces of cake. They accepted them happily, but only took a small bite to taste them and then left them alone. They happily took the cakes and went home.

The children in the village were all beaming with joy when they ate the food brought home by their parents.

In one house, Song Xiaohu saw his friends eating delicious cakes, so he went home crying and asked his mother for some mung bean cakes as well.