Dongzi hadn't appeared for several days, and Song Qingci felt a little strange.

"Where did Dongzi go?" she asked Feng Xun.

"I'm going to pick corn."

"Huh?" Song Qingci thought he had misheard.

"You may not have noticed, but there's a large field of corn on the west side. Near the foot of the mountain, that large field is taller than a person, and it's all corn."

Song Qingci thought about it seriously and seemed to have some impression.

"Did you plant a lot of sorghum?"

"right."

Song Qingci really didn't expect that these "bandits" in the mountains were self-reliant and self-sufficient, and the most important thing in their daily life was farming.

Looking at the people on the mountain who were having so much fun, as if they were living in a paradise, she couldn't help but sigh that everyone's demands were not high.

Having a place to live, enough food to eat and enough clothes to wear is already the ideal in life.

"We've been busy with the autumn harvest lately. Didn't you forget that the one I asked you to help bandage yesterday injured himself while cutting corn stalks?"

So, Mr. Fu San is also busy with the autumn harvest?

Song Qingci suddenly laughed.

She really couldn't imagine what Mr. Fu San looked like when he went to the fields.

"No wonder there are so few children these days. They're all helping out in the fields?"

"Yes. I actually wanted to help. I am used to doing that and I am not afraid of working hard. But I thought that there was no one around you, so I didn't go." Feng Xun said.

"Then let's go too. After all, we're in the mountains, so it's not good to eat and drink for free."

"How can you get out of bed?" Feng Xun disagreed.

Song Qingci had never suffered the hardship of working in the fields.

The corn plant was taller than a person. When I crawled into it, the corn leaves scratched my face.

Song Qingci's face is usually carefully maintained, and it takes him a long time to fix it after sunbathing. Can he endure the hardship of working in the fields?

I don’t know how much more money I’ll have to put in!

Besides, no matter how you look at it, she is not the kind of person who does farm work.

"If you go, people will say you're spoiled. It's better not to go. We don't eat and drink for free. You treat people's illnesses. Didn't we also contribute five taels of silver to the fundraiser for the suspension bridge a few days ago?"

The master and servant discussed and considered the five taels of silver repeatedly, and felt that this amount showed sincerity without being a show of wealth, and would not attract attention.

As a result, when the fundraising list came out, Song Qingci almost cried when he saw the words "Song Zhaodi, five taels" at the beginning and end of the first line.

She knew that everyone in the mountains was not well off, but she didn't expect them to be so poor.

How could she be so worthy of such a title that she could be ranked first with only five taels of silver...

A person who wants to keep a low profile every day is gorgeously at the top of the list.

Even now, she still felt upset when Feng Xun mentioned this matter.

Feng Xun was right, she really didn't know how to do farm work, so she didn't go and embarrass herself.

Even if she was exiled here with Jiang Jingchu, at most her quality of life would be reduced, but to talk about suffering - compared with these people in the mountains, if she said she suffered, it would be just whining.

"I heard from Dongzi that life in the mountains is tough," Feng Xun said. "Because the population is growing, there are many elderly, weak, women and children who all need to be supported. Now it's autumn, and we have to start preparing for winter and next spring."

The winter in Liaodong is exceptionally long, with ice and snow everywhere, and nothing can be found.

It is also difficult to endure the period of hunger in early spring.

When spring comes and flowers bloom, there will be more food to eat and good days will come.

Song Qingci found that he still did not understand the sufferings of the world.

It didn't even occur to her that the people in the mountains would have to worry about these things.

Come to think of it, since she went up the mountain, she had never heard of them going down the mountain to rob, nor did they rob the rich to help the poor.

The population on the mountain was increasing to the point that they had to erect monuments to scare people away and prevent them from pouring in.

The surrounding land is limited, and manpower is limited, so the output is limited.

It has not been easy for Mr. Fu San to manage the mountain stronghold and take care of the food, drink, defecation and urination of so many people in recent years.

Song Qingci thought that after she returned home, she would tell her mother and sister and send some silver or things to the mountain when she had the chance.

"The children also went to help. Not only did they help with the work, but they also helped catch field mice and dig out squirrel nests," Feng Xun said excitedly. "In short, they seized every opportunity to get and store food."

They even took the little winter food that the squirrels had stored... Song Qingci didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He patted Songzi's head and said, "I heard you, don't be picky about food in the future. If you really are a squirrel, I'll starve you to death."

Pine nuts are picky eaters and they love to eat meat.

There is too little meat on the mountain, so it goes out to get meat at night.

It brought back pheasants and rabbits for Song Qingci, and they all improved their lives together.

Speaking of this, Song Qingci felt very depressed.

Doesn’t she use the guiding ideology of “keeping a low profile” to demand her own words and actions?

As a result, Matsuko always gave her difficult problems.

The main thing is that when cooking meat, no matter how you cook it, frying, stir-frying, braising, grilling, boiling, stewing or steaming, it is impossible for it not to have a fragrant aroma.

Adults are fine, but the little boys in the mountains usually eat little meat when they are growing up, so when they smell the fragrance of meat, their noses are better than dogs'.

Usually, before the meat in the pot is cooked, a group of brats will come and sit neatly around the pot, with their hands on their cheeks, staring at the iron pot without blinking.

Later, Song Qingci could only eat meat secretly in the dead of night.

Because she also wants to eat meat!

Songzi looked at her proudly. What's wrong with being picky about food? It's a noble sable, it must eat meat.

Sables eat meat, dogs eat shit.

Let the Pekingese that doesn't get along with it eat shit!

Songzi stayed in Song Qingci's arms for a while, then decided to go out and find some more prey.

Give some of the pheasants and rabbits to the little brats, there are too few left for it.

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