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

Song Zhi led people to the shop where they ordered the iron pot last time.

The sunlight shines through the half-open wooden door, dappling onto the neatly arranged ironware, which gleams with a shiny luster.

This time, Song Zhi not only wanted to pick up the large iron pot she had ordered last time, she also planned to buy another one that was the same size as the one at home.

Used to roast tea leaves in the backyard and to make sugar.

When Song Zhi stepped into the shop, she saw the blacksmith standing by the fire, hammering something with a clanging sound.

With a sizzling sound, the red-hot Luo iron was put into the water to cool down. In an instant, white mist rose up and the iron block made a "hissing" sound in the water.

After the blacksmith finished this process, Song Zhi spoke at the right time, "Shopkeeper, I'm here to pick up the iron pot."

Upon hearing this, the blacksmith looked up at Song Zhi, as if he remembered something.

He put down the hammer in his hand, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and then turned around, picked up a pot from the wooden rack behind him, walked to Song Zhi, and asked, "Is this the big pot?"

Song Zhi nodded repeatedly, handed the reservation voucher to the blacksmith, and pointed at the iron pot on the wooden rack and said, "How much is that pot? I want to buy another one."

Hearing this, the blacksmith looked in the direction Song Zhi pointed and said, "This pot will cost you four hundred coins, plus the balance for your previous large iron pot, the total is eight hundred coins."

Upon hearing this, Song Zhi took out a small silver coin from her pocket and said, "Shopkeeper, I have one or two ounces of silver here. Could you please weigh it?"

After saying that, she handed the silver to the other party.

The blacksmith took the money, turned around and took out a scale from somewhere. After confirming the amount, he asked the people to wait for a while.

He immediately returned to the inner room and soon came back with two hundred coins in his hand.

He counted them one by one in front of Song Zhi and handed them over. "Here are two hundred coins in total. Keep them."

Song Zhi collected the money and went out with her elder brother, each carrying a pot.

At this time, the four people's hands were already full.

The group did not stay any longer, but took a return ox cart outside the city and went straight back to the village.

When the villagers saw the siblings, they all greeted them warmly.

Some people who are particularly good at dealing with things would step forward to help when they see several people holding such things in their hands.

He didn't give up until Song Zhi politely declined.

Mrs. Hu was sitting in front of her house. She saw the four sisters coming from afar. She immediately rushed to Song Zhi and stopped them.

She smiled wryly and said, "Azhi girl, you teach the villagers how to make jelly, but can't you take care of your aunt? You know the situation at my aunt's home. I'm alone with two children..."

Song Zhi interrupted Hu and said calmly, "Aunt, why don't you think about it? My whole village has called everyone, but why didn't they call you?"

"It was my own fault that I wasn't strong enough mentally at the time. I only blame myself for listening to my aunt's instigation and failing to distinguish right from wrong, causing unrest in our home."

"Aunt, have you ever considered the harm your actions have caused to my family?"

Mrs. Hu quickly defended herself, "Ah, Auntie is doing this for your own good. Don't be so picky with me!"

When Song Zhi heard this, a hint of impatience flashed in her eyes.

She sneered, "Aunt, you always say you're doing this for my own good, but if you're truly doing this for my own good, how could you plunge my family into endless disputes and keep my family from having peace because of quarrels?"

She looked at Hu with deep eyes and continued, "You know, it was because you said my aunt would sell me and my younger sister that I started a fight with her without caring about anything."

"Your words have not only severed the trust between me and my family, but have also left scars in our hearts that are difficult to heal. And the source of all this is inextricably linked to you."

Hu's expression began to become awkward and complicated. She opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Song Zhi:

"Aunt, I'm not asking you to take all the responsibility, but please at least recognize your mistakes and give my aunt the apology she deserves."

"But have you apologized? Have you obtained my aunt's forgiveness?"

"You didn't do any of these things, and you just said, 'I'm doing this for your own good.' Do you think you can just pretend that the hurt you suffered in the past never existed?"

"Besides, the jelly business is my family's business. I'm sorry I can't promise you on behalf of my aunt. If you can't get your aunt's forgiveness, I hope at least we can keep our distance and live in peace."

After saying that, Song Zhi raised her foot and was about to leave, not wanting to get entangled any further.

Seeing this, Mrs. Hu hurriedly stepped forward, grabbed Song Zhi's sleeve, and her small green eyes rolled around.

She hurriedly said, "Azhi, since your aunt doesn't want me to go, can I let Yingzi go? Wasn't Yingzi very close to you in the past?"

Song Zhi stopped and looked at Hu's calculating eyes.

She took a deep breath and said calmly, "Aunt, I just hope that from now on you can treat others sincerely and stop always calculating. You are not the only smart person in the world."

"No matter how good my relationship with Yingzi is, it can't be a reason for me to hurt my aunt!"

After saying that, Song Zhi pulled out her sleeves and strode away without looking back.

The three people following behind him hurriedly caught up, and Song An's mouth corners were all curled up. After he returned, he must tell his mother everything his sister had just said without missing a word.

Song Ping couldn't help but curl his lips. This eldest sister always had a bad relationship with their mother, and she even had a bad face towards her cousins.

But Song Ping shared the same idea as his father: their eldest family felt guilty towards their younger uncle's family.

Like his father, he tried his best to give in to his younger sister, but this only made his mother feel wronged.

For this reason, he also saw his mother secretly wiping away tears.

Now Azhi has really grown up. Not only can she make money for the family, but she also knows how to protect her mother outside. Song Ping is very pleased about this.

Song Huan admired his sister even more. Look, she could silence that gossipy woman with just a few words.

Mrs. Hu stood there, looking at Song Zhi's receding back, with an indescribable complex emotion welling up in her heart.

She knew that her plan to follow Song Zhi's path was no longer feasible!

This damn girl was so arrogant before, when did she become so eloquent?

Mrs. Hu was furious, but helpless. Could she really apologize to Yang Mei?

She couldn't bring herself to do that. Since they married into Xiaohezi Village together, Yangmei always suppressed her.

Most people give birth to three sons in a row, but she gave birth to two daughters in a row. For this, her mother-in-law often gave her a hard time.

Even when her second daughter was seriously ill, the old woman would only curse the doctor and say that he was a waste of money.

Later, when the imperial court recruited soldiers, Yangmei's husband was able to stay at home safely, while her husband was drafted into military service.

Why, why can Yang Mei live a good life, she can have a sensible mother-in-law, but her own mother-in-law is such a bad person!

The noisy sounds of discussion beside her ears brought Hu back to her senses.

She snorted coldly, turned around and went back to the yard, slamming the gate shut to block out the annoying chatter.