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

That night, after drinking the fresh bamboo juice prepared by her granddaughter, Mrs. Wu no longer had chest pain from coughing like she had in the past few days, and she was able to sleep through the night.

In the early morning light, Mrs. Wu was awakened by the crowing of a rooster. She opened her eyes suddenly and was surprised to find that she had slept until dawn, which had never happened in the past six months.

Perhaps because he got enough sleep, he seemed much more energetic.

She originally didn't believe that bamboo juice could cure coughs, and the reason she let her do it was mainly because she didn't want to undermine the child's self-confidence.

The eldest girl had finally turned over a new leaf, and as her wet nurse, she couldn't afford to offend her again.

But at this moment, she personally experienced the benefits of fresh bamboo juice.

Wu stood up with a smile on her lips, took down the eggs hanging on the beam, and counted them. There were twenty-two eggs in total.

There are three chickens at home. After nearly a month of living together, these are the only ones left.

Except for the youngest son who was in poor health and could occasionally eat one, the family was reluctant to eat the rest and had to leave them all to exchange for salt at the market.

Wu carefully put the basket away and then went to the kitchen.

Because she had to go to the market today, Song Zhi got up early to prepare.

Considering that selling herbs should not be too conspicuous, Song Zhi specially dug some wild vegetables and put them in the backpack to serve as a cover.

After packing up and having breakfast, the grandfather and grandson hurried out.

The Song family is located at the end of the village, and one has to cross most of the village before leaving. As Song Zhi expected, when they were walking through the village with baskets on their backs, many villagers curiously asked what they were going to do?

Song Zhi just thought of digging some wild vegetables to sell at the market.

The villagers knew about the situation of the Song family, and most of them felt sad to see them like this. They thought their lives had become like this.

Of course, there are also those who laugh at the joke, such as Aunt Hu.

Aunt Hu was sitting in front of the door eating breakfast with a bowl in her hand. She saw the grandparents and grandchildren coming from a distance.

Seeing that it was Song Zhi, Aunt Hu's trouble-making nature immediately took over. She rushed to Song Zhi with a bowl in her hand. Her small, sly eyes looked at the basket behind Song Zhi, "Hey, where are you going so early in the morning, girl?"

Song Zhi paused, wondering whether she should just pretend to be nice to the person who was always trying to instigate her.

Grandma pulled her body and they immediately switched positions. Wu stood in front of Song Zhi and said pitifully:

"My family has been short of salt for almost half a month now. I really have no other choice but to pick some wild vegetables and sell them at the market. If you want some, Auntie, I'll sell them to you at a lower price!"

When Aunt Hu heard this, she retracted her hand that was about to reach out to flip the backpack.

He retreated back again and again, smiling awkwardly, "Well, I have work to do at home, so I won't interfere with Auntie's business!"

As Mrs. Hu ran home, she cursed in her heart that this man had gone crazy because of poverty.

She has money but she won’t buy meat, she’ll buy rotten wild vegetables!

This is, you want to rely on her?

Fortunately, she was smart and ran fast enough, otherwise she would have been blackmailed.

Seeing Hu escaping in disgrace, Wu snorted coldly and led her granddaughter away.

Although she was old, her heart was as clear as a mirror. The reason why the eldest girl was so rebellious was that Mrs. Hu was gossiping in secret, hoping to cause trouble.

After walking a distance, Mrs. Wu saw her granddaughter grinning and couldn't help but frown and scold her, "From now on, don't hang around Hu Ruyu's house anymore. Don't let her pick up those gossipy habits like her!"

Song Zhi nodded obediently, acting like she was being very well behaved.

The grandfather and grandson, each carrying a backpack, left the village, walked along the official road, and headed for the big market in Niutou Village.

On the official road, Song Zhi also saw many people carrying baskets, shouldering loads, or pushing wheelbarrows going to the market.

Occasionally, an ox cart passed by her, and on the cart sat the daughter-in-law carrying a basket or a shoulder bag.

Song Zhi took a jealous look and wanted to sit down, but she was short of money, so she had to sit with her legs spread out!

One of them is old and the other is young. In addition, they can only eat half full on weekdays, so they don’t have much energy.

We walked and stopped along the way, sometimes walking, sometimes resting.

Song Zhi smiled bitterly in her heart, and was glad that her grandmother came with her today.

If she had followed her original plan and carried two baskets of herbs to the market by herself, she would probably have already dispersed by the time she arrived!

Even so, the six-mile journey, which usually only takes half an hour, took the grandfather and grandson more than twice as long.

By the time they arrived at the market, both sides of the market were already filled with stalls.

Song Zhi had no choice but to let her grandmother wait for her at the edge of the area, and then she walked towards the market with half a basket of bamboo shoots.

After wandering around for a while, she was really disappointed. In the small market, there were five stalls selling bamboo shoots.

You can often come across an old woman selling eggs with a basket in one of the few places.

Her bamboo shoots were not guaranteed to be better than others', her eggs were not as big as others', and most importantly, there were fewer of them.

Among so many competitors, they have no advantages at all. How can they sell it and realize cash quickly?

And given their current location, there is no need to expect customers to go to that corner to make purchases.

It would not work to lower the price proactively. With so many people selling bamboo shoots, if she lowered the price proactively, it would not only break the market rules but also easily make people hate her.

She was only selling bamboo shoots once and was unwilling to do anything that would harm others and benefit herself.

Just as she was walking back with a sad face, a woman's voice called her.

Song Zhi looked in the direction of the voice and saw that it was the clan leader's wife waving at her. She quickly took two steps forward and said, "Grandma Zhao, you called me?"

"Just now, I saw you from afar. You have no place to put your things. Come to my place. I've sold most of my chickens. Move over, move over. There's enough space for you to put your things!"

Song Zhi then looked at the yellow chicks on the stall. The chicks in one of the bamboo baskets were obviously almost sold out, and the other basket was also half sold. There was also a pile of bamboo shoots next to the bamboo baskets, which seemed to be for sale as well.

Song Zhi didn't immediately agree to move over, but instead asked, "Grandma Zhao, are bamboo shoots selling well at this market?"

She scratched her head sheepishly. "I also picked some in the woods yesterday. I wanted to try it at the market too."

Zhao shook her head. "It's not selling well. I've been here half an hour and no one has even asked for the price!"

A woman squatting and picking chickens listened to the conversation and couldn't help but interrupt, "This isn't the county town. Country people don't have much money. Who would spend money on this? Isn't it delicious to eat meat?"

Zhao smiled and replied, "Big sister is right. This is because we can't finish it at home, so we want to bring it to the market to see how much it can be sold for."

The woman just nodded and said, "Auntie is really good at managing life..."

Song Zhi stood aside and listened to their conversation, her heart sinking.