An eight-year-old kid emptied his scumbag father's warehouse and followed his grandparents into

Jing Chunxi said, "See? The roads in the mountain city are all on the mountain. Otherwise, with only the small boats at the dock to get around, wouldn't this place be a paradise?"

Naturally, Sugar Frost didn't expect that such a good road would be built on the top of the mountain. Knowing that his original idea was wrong, he suddenly felt that what the lady said was right.

Her mind raced, and she suddenly thought of something. She couldn't help but say, "Master Tao's men have been following us all the way like this, it's really tiring. Now it's dark and they still haven't arrived. They can't enjoy the good food and drink with us. Master, can't..."

Tang Shuang followed Jing Chunxi and felt a surge of sympathy when she thought of the people who had followed Young Master Tao. They had been doing all the finishing work for them along the way, taking on almost all the hardest, most arduous, and most dangerous tasks.

The journey was certainly not as comfortable as their boat ride. In order to catch up with them, they probably didn't even have enough time to stop for meals and rest, which made Tang Shuang feel a little unfair. She couldn't help but speak up for them, hoping to get some benefits for these people, so that they could have better food and drink and not have to work in the dark all the time.

"How about~~we can just give them the basket of sugar-coated cakes tomorrow. It will just be a good breakfast for them.

And~~that one and a half wild boars, is it just enough for them, so they can enjoy the same delicious food and drink as us?"

Jing Chunxi couldn't help but want to tease Tang Shuang: Look, now that your vital interests have been touched, how much of that little bit of compassion is left?

Jing Chunxi's lips curled up slightly, a sly glint in his eyes. Tang Shuang's favorites were sugar-coated glutinous rice cakes and wild boar meat, and he definitely wouldn't want to part with them.

When Sugar Frosting heard this, she got anxious and stamped her feet, saying, "How can that be possible?"

If she gave it to someone else, she and Xiaoman would have nothing. She was abused by her sister-in-law when she was a child and couldn't even eat whole-grain steamed buns. She was afraid of being hungry, so when she saw delicious food, she was so greedy that she couldn't stop eating it, so...

Her mind raced, and she started arguing with Jing Chunxi again: "The master is not short of money, just arrange another private room for them, isn't it just a few tables of food?"

Jing Chunxi stared into her eyes with a thoughtful expression, his face completely stern. "How about giving them a share of the dried bamboo shoots you've sold? There are only a few dozen of them at most! At least each of them can get a few taels of silver."

Seeing that Tang Shuang was furious, Jing Chunxi felt inexplicably happy and deliberately made an even more extreme suggestion.

When Tang Shuang heard this, she was so angry that she immediately stood up and pointed at the village entrance in front of her, trying to attract Jing Chunxi's attention.

Who knew Jing Chunxi kept staring at her, not even looking at the direction of her finger. Suddenly, she felt that the master was serious this time and would no longer indulge her, so she murmured, "That's obviously not what this servant meant."

She was really angry. Dividing her money was like cutting her flesh! How could she agree to this? She suddenly regretted making such an unreasonable request to her master, but the words had been spoken and could not be taken back.

He spoke again, still staring at her, expressionless: "That means I'm easy to bully, young lady!"

This little girl doesn't take her money seriously at all! She is so angry.

But if Tao Jinzhen left her with god-like subordinates, her thoughts would naturally be the same as Tang Shuang's. She would only take good care of them and never treat them unfairly.

Seeing that her master suddenly fell silent, Tang Shuang felt that she had gone too far. She walked back and took Jing Chunxi's arm, saying, "Your servant has misunderstood. Master Tao is such a good man, he will definitely treat his own people better!"

Jing Chunxi: Haha!

Now you know the pain when you cut your own flesh! It turns out that true love is not priceless.

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"How much did your family sell it for? You must have made a lot of money, right?"

The two wanted to wait and see if there were any passersby who could point them in the direction of East Village Entrance, but unexpectedly, several people came out from a fork in the road.

One was walking, the other was pulling a cart, and behind them were a few young boys. They must be from two families. They chatted as they walked, and their voices reached Jing Chunxi and Tang Shuang's ears clearly.

"Mine only weighs over 500 kilograms, nowhere near the two full cartloads you have. Luckily, they also took the mushrooms and wood ear mushrooms I brought along, otherwise I wouldn't have gotten more than two taels of silver," said a man in coarse cloth. His face wore a hint of fatigue, but his eyes revealed a hint of satisfaction, clearly pleased with the deal.

"It's better than having a few kids squatting on the dock every day, barely selling more than ten kilograms a day. By the time spring bamboo shoots come out, they still haven't sold out."

Another man nodded and said, "Indeed, if we sit at the dock every day, we won't be able to sell much in a day. When the spring bamboo shoots come out, these dried bamboo shoots will be even harder to sell. Fortunately, someone came to buy them this time, otherwise I really don't know what to do. A lot of them would have to be thrown away because of the damp and moldy spring weather." There was a hint of relief on his face.

"Well, it's good to sell it. At least I can have some money in my pocket for the New Year. I should spend it frugally."

"Then your family doesn't want to buy food?"

"Why buy grain? We still have cassava and sweet potatoes to eat, so we can get by. At worst, we can boil some brown sugar and make some sugar-coated cakes during the New Year to satisfy the children's cravings."

The man in sackcloth clothes also shook his head and said, "Food is too expensive now. It takes several days to walk to buy food, and thirty cents is not cheap. I don't think I can eat enough if I buy it. Let's wait a little longer. Maybe after the New Year, the food will be brought to us for sale."

"That's right, I'm too lazy to bother with that kind of effort. It doesn't matter what I eat."

The master and servant continued to walk forward. Tang Shuang was puzzled and could not help saying, "Master, if I had known earlier, I would have brought those twelve carts of grain to this mountain city to sell. We could definitely sell them at forty or fifty cents a pound." Tang Shuang sighed as he walked, and watching the villagers talking, he couldn't help feeling a little regretful, thinking that the grain was wasted.

Tang Shuang really felt it was a pity. The young lady was too generous. She gave away twelve carts of grain without a second thought. If she could bring it here, even if she didn't sell it, she could at least fill a boat with dried bamboo shoots by exchanging the grain for them.

She didn't think about how long it would take to exchange for food if she really did that. Therefore, she would have to stay here for a few more days, at least.

Jing Chunxi naturally felt it wasn't worth it. There were so many people in need, so how could he possibly take care of them all? Besides, twelve carts of food wouldn't solve their food problem for long.

If it is really brought here, it will definitely be sold at 30 cents per pound, which will bring convenience to the people but will make their own people work harder.

Disaster relief is ultimately the government's responsibility. It's better to pray for the people and ensure that only good officials are sent by the court! This is the long-term solution.

After walking a few more steps, I saw that more and more people were coming out of the village, but there were no more people transporting dried bamboo shoots into the village. I knew that the dried bamboo shoots must have been almost harvested.

The sky was getting darker and darker, and the facial features of Frost, who was standing only two steps away from him, became a little unclear and gradually blurred.

Tang Shuang was very anxious, fearing that the work would not be finished by dark, and everyone would have to work in the dark, and they would not be able to eat the meat from the restaurant.

Jing Chunxi was very happy, as she received the message at the perfect time, as it would be suitable for her to operate in space after dark.