In years of famine and drought, their village even rejected fatty meat.

The next day.

As dawn broke, Chen Da, Chen Cheng, Chen Jiang, Chen Si, and others appeared outside Chen Dao's house.

"It's so cold today!"

While waiting for Chen Dao's house to open, Chen Jiang stamped his feet. The weather had gotten much colder recently, and according to Chinese standards, it was close to zero degrees Celsius. Even a strong young man like Chen Jiang found it difficult to endure in this kind of weather.

Good thing...

Chen Jiang touched his clothes, feeling a warmth in his heart. These were new clothes made from fabric that his family had bought after Chen Dao received his salary a while ago. They were much warmer than the patched linen clothes he had worn before.

"This damned God, He's deliberately making our lives miserable!"

Chen Si also exhaled a breath of white air, his face very displeased. In the past, even in October, Qingzhou was not this cold. The cold wind seemed to penetrate into the bones, making people feel extremely uncomfortable.

"The adults in your family are really something!"

Chen Da shook his head and said, "I didn't even buy some cotton cloth to make clothes. How can these linen clothes keep you warm!"

"..."

Chen Si and Chen Jiang looked at Chen Da, who was dressed in cotton clothes, and felt particularly annoyed. Chen Da made it sound so easy, but cotton clothes are so expensive.

The money to buy one bolt of cotton cloth could easily buy three, or even four or five, bolts of linen. Apart from Chen Dao and Chen Da, who in Chenjia Village would be willing to waste that money? Being able to buy linen to make a new set of clothes is already quite good.

"Cheng-ge'er".

After mentally complaining about Chen Da, Chen Jiang looked at Chen Cheng and asked curiously, "Aren't you cold?"

Chen Cheng's clothes weren't much better than Chen Jiang's and Chen Si's, and were even worse, and quite thin. However...

Chen Cheng's behavior was completely different from the two shivering men. In this cold weather, Chen Cheng didn't even shiver.

"not cold!"

Chen Cheng shook his head and said, "I used to feel cold too, but since I became a martial artist, I no longer feel cold."

"..."

Chen Si and Chen Jiang couldn't help but feel envious. For a moment, they didn't know whether they envied Chen Cheng's status as a martial artist or his physique that was not afraid of the cold.

"Squeak!"

At this moment, the door of Chen Dao's house opened, and seeing the people waiting outside, he quickly called out, "Come in quickly, it's cold outside!"

Soon, everyone arrived at Chen Dao's living room and sat down. At the same time, Li Ping brought over breakfast steamed buns and egg drop soup.

"Have a sip of soup to warm yourselves up."

"Thank you, aunt."

Chen Jiang picked up the egg drop soup and took a sip. The warm soup went down his throat and into his stomach, making him feel that the coldness in his body had been dispelled.

The others also joined in, eating steamed buns with egg drop soup, looking quite content.

Meanwhile, in the front yard, the villagers who were going to work arrived one after another. After a quick breakfast, they split up and began their work.

The women went to the fields to tend the wheat, while the men built a chicken farm on a construction site near Chen Dao's house.

After having breakfast, Chen Dao and his group left their homes, boarded the village chief's donkey cart, and drove towards the county town.

…………

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Just as Chen Dao and his group were heading to the county town, a large number of villagers from Xiahe Village were gathering by the farmland.

After making inquiries over this period of time, the villagers of Xiahe Village have learned about the situation in Chenjia Village. Indeed, as Zhao Kang said, they live a prosperous life, eating white flour steamed buns every day.

Thus, a strange sight appeared in Xiahe Village!

The villagers of Xiahe Village, who had nothing to do every day, stopped staying at home to avoid the cold wind and instead appeared by the edge of the village's farmland, huddling together for warmth while gazing at the farmland of Chenjia Village in the distance.

A middle-aged man named Lao Jiang gazed at the busy women of Chenjia Village in the distance, a hint of envy flashing in his eyes. As a farmer, he also wanted to work in the fields like the villagers of Chenjia Village, because although working in the fields was tiring, at least he could grow grain and feed his family.

Unfortunately... this awful weather doesn't give him any chance to work in the fields.

"village head."

Old Jiang looked at Li Qiang at the front of the crowd and asked, "Why can grain be grown in the fields of Chenjia Village?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's eyes turned to Li Qiang. They were also very curious about this question. It was a common understanding among the people of Qingzhou that crops could not grow in the fields, so they could not understand how wheat could be grown in Chenjia Village.

"I don't know either!"

Li Qiang touched his shiny bald head and said, "I've only heard that it's a wheat variety found in the Cangmang Mountains that can withstand the cold and grow in cold weather."

"Such a miraculous wheat variety?"

"Chenjia Village is really lucky. Why can't we find such grain seeds?"

"Should we go into the mountains and try our luck? Maybe we can find such a magical grain variety."

"..."

Many villagers were eager to try, knowing the dangers of the Cangmang Mountains, but they had no other choice. They couldn't grow any food in the fields and would starve to death sooner or later.

Rather than waiting to starve to death, why not try our luck in the vast mountains? Maybe we'll find crops that can grow in cold weather, just like in Chenjia Village?

"Never think that way!"

Seeing everyone's eagerness, Li Qiang quickly said, "Those vast mountains are teeming with wild beasts and countless dangers. Once you enter the mountains, your life and death will be out of your control!"

After saying that, Li Qiang added, "Besides, even if we go into the mountains, we might not be able to find any seeds, so there's no need to take the risk."

Upon hearing Li Qiang's words, everyone immediately abandoned their idea of ​​going into the mountains. Xiahe Village was also a village built next to Cangmang Mountain, and they were very aware of how dangerous the depths of Cangmang Mountain were. Not to mention whether they could find any grain seeds in the mountains, the danger of going into the mountains alone was enough to make everyone wary.

Of course, this is also because most villagers, although poor, are not so poor that they are completely starving, so they are not tempted to take risks.

"Life in Chenjia Village is really good!"

Old Jiang couldn't help but sigh. He had just visited Chenjia Village a few days ago and witnessed the villagers lining up to receive steamed buns. The plump, white steamed buns almost made Old Jiang think of robbing them.

Fortunately, he stopped himself from having that thought in time, otherwise he probably wouldn't have been able to leave Chenjia Village.

"That's right! I just went to Chenjia Village yesterday, and they eat so well! They eat white flour steamed buns every meal. I saw one man eat five steamed buns by himself!"

"Five is too few! When I went to Chenjia Village, I specifically checked on Zhao Kang's son-in-law, Chen Cheng, and I saw him eat fifteen steamed buns by himself!"

"Fifteen steamed buns??? Damn it, can Chen Cheng really eat that much?"

"That's right! Chen Cheng is tall and strong, a whole head taller than our village chief, and he eats a lot too! I also heard that Chen Cheng works as a bodyguard for Chen Dao at his house. He gets two full meals of steamed buns every day, and occasionally he can even have some egg drop soup and some meat!"

"..."