Even in a famine, there's no panic; the eldest sister has stockpiled plenty of money and grain.

Jiang Anlin knew his father quite well.

He's not the type to suffer a loss; he wouldn't let them help Jiang Bai for no reason.

"You're right."

"This work is certainly not done for nothing."

“They must have dug up the yams behind our house. Everyone knows what kind of person she is. We can’t beat her in a fight, and if we push her too far, she might even kill someone.”

"Since we can't get it back, we'll eat it back."

"You all went to help her with the work, do you think she wouldn't even give you a bite to eat?"

Upon hearing Jiang Minchang's plan, Jiang Anlin suddenly understood.

Jiang Anshan hesitated, realizing that given their relationship with Jiang Bai, it would be difficult to get their money back.

“Grandpa, my father and second uncle really did all the work for her. Even if they provided meals, she was the one who benefited.”

Jiang Songhu spoke the minds of the others.

Jiang Minchang sneered, "Who told you to work your butt off? Can't you even put on a show?"

"Or we could put in a lot of effort to please her and find an opportunity to get our household registration documents back."

"Otherwise, we could try to improve our family's reputation in the village and find an opportunity to get the clan chief to step in and retrieve our household registration documents."

How could Jiang Minchang feel good knowing that the lives of his entire family were in the hands of this junior, Jiang Bai?

He and Wang were both quite old; they dared not endure the hardships of land reclamation.

It would be perfect to send my two sons and daughters-in-law.

"What about digging for yams?" Jiang Anshan asked worriedly.

"With Tiger and the others, and your mother and me, you all just go and do your work."

The Jiang family's old residence was practically Jiang Minchang's personal fiefdom; once he spoke, no one else had a chance to refuse.

He only listens to a little of what his eldest grandson, Jiang Songzong, says. Even with Jiang Anlin in front of him, he only listens to him depending on his mood. If Jiang Anlin is right, he agrees; if he is wrong, he ignores him.

Jiang Anshan and his wife returned to the house. Zhang Shi took his hand and asked, "Husband, are we really going to help Daya with the chores?"

Clearing land is hard work, with so many thorny vines, grass roots, and even tree roots in the fields.

“We have to go. Father has already spoken, so we can’t refuse.”

"But don't listen to your father. Now that you're going, do a good job."

Seeing Jiang Anshan's eyes darting around, Zhang knew he must have a plan, so she quickly asked, "What's your plan?"

“I think this Daya is indeed wicked, but she’s not bad to Erya and Awen, which means she’s also a reasonable person. You’ve experienced her strength firsthand, so she might have a bright future.”

“We should work hard. Besides, as Dad said, she will always feed us. We should also be on good terms with her. She married Scholar Ji from Qianshan Village. Once we have established a good relationship, we can send Xiao Wu there and have Scholar Ji teach him to read.”

Zhang's eyes lit up.

“I’ve always thought that Zong’er wouldn’t amount to anything. He’s almost twenty and hasn’t even passed the preliminary examination. But I think he’s got potential.”

"If Xiao Wu can really study, we'll be happy even if it's a bit tiring."

After discussing it, the couple came up with a plan.

On the other side, Lin and Jiang Anlin also entered the house.

“Honey, I don’t think Daya is that unreasonable. If we work hard for her, she might release you from your indenture because of our help.”

Jiang Anlin scolded her with a dark face: "Is your brain full of mush? Have I done less work for her these days? Does she look at me with any sign of returning my indenture?"

Instead, they wished they could dump all the work on him.

He wouldn't have been so honest if he wasn't afraid she would reveal that he had become a slave.

Lin only said one sentence before daring not to say anything more.

In reality, she knew that Jiang Anlin didn't lack the desire to work hard; rather, he knew that even if he did work hard, Jiang Bai would never forgive him.

The Song family was sold off by him and those two old men together.

The thought that her two sons were involved made Lin feel extremely embarrassed.

Jiang Bai was unaware of this family's intentions, so she was quite surprised when she saw several people come to her door saying they wanted to help her clear the land.

"Second Aunt, you're not joking, are you?"

Jiang Bai was greatly surprised to see Zhang Shi smiling like a Maitreya Buddha.

Good heavens, has the sun risen in the west? The people at the old house have actually changed their minds and are offering to help her clear the land?

Looking outside, well, the sun is still rising in the east.

Showing courtesy for nothing is either cheating or stealing.

"You silly girl, you're so happy you've gone mad. We're family after all, and family should help each other."

“It’s not easy to cultivate that wasteland on the mountain. Your second uncle and I were just worried that you would work too hard, so we thought we would come and help you.”

Zhang didn't mention Jiang Minchang, her grandfather, at all, for fear that if she did, Jiang Bai would kick her out.

"Yes, Daya, we meant well."

Jiang Anshan stood to the side with a simple smile, holding a sickle in one hand and a hoe on the other shoulder.

Jiang Anlin stood aside with a dark face and said, "We're here to help you out of kindness, don't be ungrateful."

Jiang Anshan and his wife felt a lump in their throats, wishing they could shut him up.

If you can't speak properly, then don't speak at all; you're just offending people.

"Since my eldest and second uncles mean well, then I'll trouble you."

Jiang Bai didn't know what kind of bad ideas they had up their sleeves, but no matter what they were, he wasn't afraid.

To put it bluntly, as long as she has the strength in her fists and the money in her hands, these people can't do anything to her.

Leading the people to the first piece of wasteland, Jiang Bai said with a fake smile, "Then I'll have to trouble you here, Uncle, Aunt, and Second Aunt."

After drawing the boundary line, Jiang Bai turned and left.

It's just wasteland anyway, so we're not afraid of them building things on it.

Looking at the patch of withered thorny vines, the group felt a bit overwhelmed.

"Alright, let's get to work!"

No one mentioned dinner to Jiang Bai; they just kept their heads down and started working.

Jiang Anlin originally thought he would just go through the motions, but who would have thought that Lin Shi and Jiang Anshan would be so honest and hardworking when they got to work. They trampled the thorny vines under their feet, cut them with sickles, and then hooked them aside to pile them up.

Many people who went up the mountain to find yams were amazed by this scene.

"Aren't those An Lin and An Shan, the couple? What are they doing? Clearing land?"

"Mrs. Wang said they came to help because they felt sorry for Bai Yatou and her siblings!"

"Are they really that kind?"

They're about to sell their niece, yet they'd help clear land?

Besides, it's the season for digging yams right now, so why are they helping out instead of digging yams themselves?

"Who knows!"

"Stop talking, hurry up, let's go up this way and dig up more yams before the wild animals in the forest come back."

The villagers were busy, and they could often dig up a basket of yams after going into the mountains for a short time. In contrast, Jiang Anlin and his group were sweating profusely and were hungry and thirsty while working in the fields.

"Sister, I went to see, and they are actually clearing land."

Jiang Lu ran home in astonishment, her face full of disbelief.