It's really hard to just farm peacefully.

Go down the mountain, wash and change, then go up the mountain again...the whole set of actions takes at least an hour.

It was not convenient for Miss Fu to wait with a bunch of people on the mountain road, so she simply led them to climb back nearly a hundred steps, where there was a pavilion for people to rest.

When Jiang Yanren had some free time, he started thinking about eating again.

It would most likely be late when she returned to the city, and having had the experience of having no food on her first day in the city, she didn't believe that the kitchen would leave any food for her if she was late.

Jiang Yan looked at the graceful Miss Fu and her four equally thin personal maids in the center of the pavilion. Forget it, they didn't look like the kind of people who were worried about missing a meal.

Turning my head, I saw that Old Lady Yang had gained weight. With her figure, she would probably be hungry at night...

Mrs. Yang was sitting behind Miss Fu. She felt someone was staring at her belly, which she was trying hard to hide, so she turned her head and glared at him.

Jiang Yan was facing the anger of Mrs. Yang, and she put on a sweet smile and asked silently, "Mammy, where are we going to eat dinner tonight?"

What was she saying as her mouth opened and closed? Mrs. Yang stared at the shape of Jiang Yan's lips, unable to decipher it immediately.

Seeing that Mrs. Yang didn't understand what she meant, Jiang Yan quietly moved to her side and squatted down, and asked in a low voice: "Mammy, where are we going to eat dinner tonight?"

Upon hearing this question, Mrs. Yang wondered why there was such a greedy maid around the girl, who was already thinking about dinner not long after lunch.

"Eat, eat, eat. Don't you have anything to eat when we get home?" Mrs. Yang was already upset because the journey back was not smooth. She had been suppressing her emotions all the way. Now she was even more annoyed when she saw the fool.

Jiang Yan saw that Mrs. Yang had a bad tone, but she was not afraid at all. After all, she had seen her in a more violent state in Dongshan Village.

She ignored what Mrs. Yang said and continued, "It's hard to say. When I first came to the mansion, even the girls didn't have anything to eat. Mammy, if it really happens... can we eat out before going back?"

"The girl has nothing to eat?" Mrs. Yang grasped the key point. This shouldn't be the case. She was a little late in putting her luggage back to the house that day, and someone from the kitchen had brought her some food.

Oh no, Jiang Yan also heard the key point. Miss Fu’s treatment is not as good as the nanny in the governor’s wife’s courtyard.

Mrs. Yang's voice was a little higher because of surprise, which attracted Miss Fu's attention.

Fu Weixin sent several maids to the nearby woods to find some beautiful flowers and plants for her, while he stayed behind to talk in a low voice with Yang Pozi.

Jiang Yan is happy and free.

She walked around and found a few wild pear and jujube trees growing in the woods, and farther away on the muddy ground there were ripe and fallen chestnut thorns.

She lifted her skirt, scooped up the ripe wild pears and sour dates she had picked, and carefully stepped on the chestnut thorns with her feet.

Chestnut thorns are somewhat poisonous. In order to prevent her hands from getting hurt and swollen, Jiang Yan used a branch to push away the thorns before picking up the scattered chestnuts.

Jiang Yan was searching and dealing with things in the woods. When Yi Le's voice called her, the pockets on her skirt were already heavy and almost overflowing.

Jiang Yan lifted the pockets of her skirt with some regret, but the time was too short and the skirt was too small. She could only fit seven or eight small wild pears and two handfuls of sour dates, which took up most of the space. She could not even fit a few pounds of chestnuts.

Fu Weixin frowned when he saw Jiang Yan coming out. "What do you look like?"

Jiang Yan could tell that Fu Nulang was not angry, so he smiled and replied, "Miss, I picked some wild fruits. Would you like to try some?"

Fu Weixin refused to eat wild fruits in public.

Mrs. Yang didn't mind. She walked up to Jiang Yan, rummaged through her skirt pockets, picked out the better quality wild pears and sour dates, and shared them with everyone to try.