Chunwang was a cunning fellow, quick-witted and with a quick mind. He'd gathered the older, tree-climbing kids from the village and organized a trip to the hillside to pick mountain apricots. Some of the apricots were ripe, and Captain Jiang from Guanjia Village wanted more, the more the better. He wondered what flavor they could make out of wild fruits so sour they wouldn't even attract birds. City folks have strange tastes!

Chunsheng and Chunyang's two daughters-in-law felt like they were dreaming every morning when they opened their eyes. They would pinch themselves every day and only get up from the kang when they felt the pain and realized they were not dreaming.

In less than a week, the family had stored over 300 kilograms of coarse grains. If they could work for a month, just thinking about it would give them strength. The two sisters-in-law were both children from poor families, born and raised by their parents. They couldn't just feed themselves and neglect their families. They couldn't work for more than two months. After discussing with their husbands, the two sisters-in-law called their brothers and parents to help. Their families were not far away, and this year they still had no harvest. The husbands were conscientious people. They weighed the kilograms of grain picked by their families and recorded it separately. Now they are working here, and there is no one at their families' home. The grain they earn in exchange is kept aside and will be taken back home when they stop working.

Such a large supply volume from the two villages caused a shortage of production staff in the Guanjia Village handicraft factory. Wild fruits cannot wait, and if they still leave work on time, the result will be that all the fruits will rot and be thrown away.

This was one of the reasons Professor Dong had returned to the village today. Suihe and her husband had gone to the provincial capital and wouldn't be back for a few days. The hawthorns were beginning to ripen, and she had to go back to teach the technical team how to can hawthorns. She'd been gone for so long, she had to return to the village. She probably wasn't home lately, and some demons and monsters were starting to cause trouble.

All the ingredients for jam and canned goods, like sugar and salt, came from the space. Fifth Grandpa had repackaged them and placed them in jars. Jiang Huashu or Shui Shui used the space to store them in the canning workshop at the handicraft factory. No one noticed, so it didn't matter. The containers for storing white sugar were still the large vats used for pickling pickles. Don't underestimate these five vats of white sugar; they'd be used up in a single day, leaving not a single grain behind.

The gangster did as Jiang Huashu said and took control of the head of the earthen kiln in the town. Now he uses all his spare time to process the goods the gangster wants. There are no orders and no transportation costs. After processing, the goods are left for people nearby to "pick up".

The kiln factory has been firing small jars recently for canning. The jars are not big, weighing about 2 kilograms each, and the price is perfect at a few cents each, but the price cannot withstand large quantities. Once the quantity increases, the price will be very considerable.

Jiang Huashu's plan for the gang leader was to bring in anyone who needed help. The food was big enough for everyone. Pulling them in was also for the sake of those ten years. As long as no fatal evidence was left, no one would report them out of boredom.

I was so busy that I couldn't stop sleeping, finishing one thing and then doing another. I finally waited for Professor Dong to come back.

The villagers didn't know her family had bought a house in the county town, so one or two of them, who weren't very good people, started to deceive Professor Dong, saying things like, "She's working as a nanny for a wealthy family in the city, working for them during the day and sleeping with them at night," and "Professor Dong has gone somewhere else, run off with a rich man," and so on. Chunsheng, who came to Guanjia Village to pick wild fruits, was speechless after hearing these things. Fortunately, he knew his sister-in-law. If someone didn't know her, they would have thought she was a hateful and despicable person.