Severed ties and living in a dilapidated house? No worries, the poor thing has a space.

Fang Xin snatched it back: "Sister, I want this. I'll be careful when I use it."

Fang Yu was mainly worried that she might hurt herself. After thinking about it, she figured that since she was always by her side, it wouldn't matter if she got hurt, so she simply let it go.

Fang Xin worriedly asked, "Sister, where did you get so much poison? Is it really that magical? Will Young Master Zhang really not cause us any trouble?"

"Of course it was given to us by a deity. Don't worry, he wouldn't dare to do anything reckless. He wants to live even more than we do."

Zhang Shicong went back and searched for doctors all over the city overnight. All the doctors diagnosed him with a highly toxic poison, but it would not be life-threatening in the short term, so they were at a loss.

"Useless! A bunch of useless people! You can't even cure a poison. I think your clinic should just close down!"

A group of doctors knelt down and kowtowed, begging for mercy: "Young Master Zhang, please spare us! We really have no cure for this medicine."

Everyone's body was trembling. In the past, Zhang Shicong would not have let these quack doctors off the hook, but not now. His life was still in Fang Yu's hands, and he could not touch these doctors for the time being.

"Get out, all of you get out! If you don't want to die, keep your mouths shut!"

Despite the magnitude of the incident, Zhang Shicong dared not tell his father that Qingshan City, though seemingly calm, was actually rife with undercurrents.

He knew his father was busy with important matters recently and dared not disturb him.

But when he thought about how he had to beg that village girl, he got angry.

Fang Xin woke up as soon as it was light. She first glanced at Li Shi, who was still fast asleep. As soon as she moved, Fang Yu got up as well.

The two sisters quickly prepared breakfast before Li slowly woke up.

"Yu'er, Xin'er, why don't you call me Mother?"

Li walked out rubbing her temples, feeling inexplicably tired.

Fang Yu pulled her to sit down and handed her a cup of warm spiritual spring water: "Mother, drink this water, and then have breakfast."

After drinking the water, Ms. Li felt much more energetic.

"Mom, Xin'er and I will go to the next village to look at some bricks in a bit. You can tidy up the house while we buy the bricks. We can start construction once the bricks are bought. The village chief has arranged the workers."

Madam Li put down her chopsticks, sighed, and said with a hint of self-reproach, "I'm so sorry to you two sisters. You've suffered so much following me. You're still so young, yet you're out there working so hard every day. As your mother..."

Fang Yu held her hand and comforted her, "Mother, don't blame yourself. You've worked hard all your life. Xin'er and I have grown up, and it's only right that we do our part for this family."

“Yes, Mother, let’s eat quickly, or the porridge will get cold,” Fang Xin chimed in.

Uncle Liu had already arrived in his oxcart at the appointed time.

Fang Yu gave the leftover egg pancakes from breakfast to Uncle Liu: "Uncle Liu, these are pancakes I made myself. Try them and see how they taste."

The eggs were easy to spot. They weren't anything special for wealthy families, but for poor families, they were something they couldn't afford to eat more than a few times a year.

Fang Yu did just that in the pancakes and even took them out to give away, but Uncle Liu quickly waved his hand and refused, saying, "I've already had breakfast, you guys keep them for yourselves."

Besides, when Sister Yu came to see him yesterday, she had already paid the copper coins for today's outing, as well as the silver he had given her before.

Fang Yu handed it to him directly: "Uncle Liu, you don't need to be so polite. We've already eaten. If we don't eat this, it will spoil later."

Uncle Liu had no choice but to take it and eat it. After a couple of bites, he said, "Sister Yu, your pancake tastes pretty good. If you took it to Qingshan City to sell, it should be quite good too."

Although Uncle Liu said it casually, Fang Yu had thought about it long ago, but selling just egg pancakes wouldn't be enough.

This stuff is not coveted by the rich, and the poor are reluctant to eat it; it cannot be a long-term business.

When we arrived at the neighboring village, we could see the villagers working hard in the fields.

There were several people pulling and tugging at each other in the field ahead, seemingly arguing about something. As I got closer, I could see that it was a woman pulling on the sleeve of a middle-aged man who was looking for her.

“Mr. Li, you can’t leave. We agreed that you would take this batch of potatoes with you once it was harvested. How can you just say you don’t want them now?”

Mr. Li flicked his sleeves, a hint of helplessness in his eyes: "It's not that I don't want them, but I originally intended to sell these potatoes to Huaizhou City. Who knew that war broke out there? Even if I buy them back, they'll just be stuck with me."

"Besides, I haven't taken back the deposit I gave. So, in the end, neither of you is at a disadvantage. Let's leave it at that."

The man was about to leave, but the woman wouldn't let him go: "Mr. Li, please think of another way. We're all counting on selling these taro to get through the winter."

The man shook his head resolutely: "You should look for someone else."

A quick glance reveals this vast expanse of taro; even if stored in a cellar, it would take forever to grow them.

"Uncle Liu, could you stop the oxcart for a moment?" Fang Yu suddenly said.

Fang Yu got out of the car and walked into the field. There were taro dug up and placed on the mud by the roadside. They were all very round. This year's harvest was not good, but unexpectedly, the taro here was growing quite well.

Fang Yu casually picked one up and held it in her hand. Fang Xin followed, sighing with regret, "It's a shame to let so many taro rot in the ground like this."

The woman who had just spoken looked at the two sisters and, judging from their clothes, knew they were from a poor family. She casually said, "These taro are growing very well, but it's a pity they'll spoil in the ground. If you don't mind, take some home to eat, otherwise it's fine if they spoil."

Fang Yu hadn't expected that the women, who were clearly having a hard time, would still be willing to let them take some taro back to eat.

"Auntie," Fang Yu walked up to the woman and asked, "Does this whole area of ​​taro belong to your family?"

The woman nodded, and perhaps because Fang Yu seemed easy to get along with, she couldn't help but say a few more words.

"When we planted taro, Mr. Li paid a deposit, saying he would buy it all. We were unlucky and got caught up in the war. If you like to eat it, young lady, please dig up some more to take back."

The woman was about to leave when Fang Yu stopped her: "Auntie, may I ask you how many taro can be harvested per acre? And how many acres are there in total?"

The woman thought Fang Yu was just asking out of curiosity, and since it was just a matter of talking, she said a few more words.

"This year's harvest is not good, and we've been delayed in the fields for some time. We should be able to barely harvest about two dan (a unit of weight) per mu (a unit of land area). Several of our families planted together, totaling fifteen mu."

After saying this, the woman sighed heavily again, truly regretting the hard work of the season.

Fang Yu wanted to buy these taro. Taro has so many uses. Anyway, he had plenty of silver from Black Wind Village, so these dozen or so acres of taro weren't worth much.