Chen Xian: "In the end, the Chen family has wronged you."

Unable to refuse Chen Xian, she said in a hoarse voice, "Thank you."

Silently calculating today's expenses, which amounted to a little over one or two taels of silver, and touching the patches on his clothes, he thought of buying a new set of clothes for the whole family, but decided to give up.

When we arrived at the market, we bought ten sesame seed cakes, ten strings of candied hawthorns, and a pound of twisted candy.

On the way back, Li Niang pondered for a moment, "Husband, I think we might have to move our cold noodle business to a different location."

"Um?"

"When Shuangmei and I went to sell our wares, we overheard a peddler say that the county magistrate had ordered the people to repair the city wall, and a lot of vendors had gathered near the city gate."

Chen Xian carefully considered the possibilities and went directly to the city gate to investigate.

There were indeed many vendors gathered there.

Chen Dazhu said excitedly, "Dad, setting up a stall here might actually work. Everyone here is a strong laborer, the weather is hot, and cold noodles are refreshing. People are making money here, so maybe we can really set up a stall."

The whole family voted by raising their hands, and everyone unanimously agreed.

We gathered by the willow tree in town.

Old Man Li lay on the cart, pretending to doze off, when he suddenly saw the Chen family again. He said with a smile, "Hey, Da Zhu's dad, you've bought a lot of things."

Chen Xian took out a twisted candy and handed it over, "Uncle Li, when we get back to the village, could you please talk less about my family buying things? I've taken on a small job, staying up late every night writing stories. I don't want people gossiping about me, is that alright?"

Li Laoshi waved his hand in refusal. Such a precious item must have cost a lot of money; he had no right to accept it.

Unable to withstand Chen Xian's repeated shoving.

The old man finally couldn't resist and took a small bite. The aroma of sesame and maltose blended together, creating a fragrant and crispy treat.

Crumbs of sesame candy fell into his palm. He licked them carefully with his tongue, rolled them all into his mouth, tilted his head back and swallowed them all, his throat moving slightly as he chewed them slowly.

"It smells so good."

He carefully wrapped the remaining sesame candy in leaves and put it in his pocket. "Hehe, I'll bring it back for my little bald egg to try."

On the way back, I saw a few more clumps of cow dung and skillfully kicked them into the dung basket.

When they arrived at the village entrance, it was noon. The CBD under the big banyan tree hadn't gathered yet. Chen Xian breathed a sigh of relief. He was really afraid of those gossipy women who might say something like, "You've made money."

Version 1: Da Zhu's father earned several hundred coins, which made people green with envy.

Version 2: What? Da Zhu's dad made more than 100 taels of silver and I heard he even found another wife in town.

Version 3: What? Da Zhu's father married a widow with three children. He doesn't plan to go back to Qingxia Village. He bought a house in town, abandoned the children, and just wants to live with her family.

Version 4: Money really does corrupt people.

The chubby-cheeked child cheerfully called out, "Grandpa, you're finally back!"

Li Laoshi smiled and took out the sesame candy from his pocket. He carefully untied the leaves and saw that the sesame candy was already broken. His face turned sour and he said regretfully, "Grandpa accidentally broke it. However, the taste is excellent. It's sweet and crispy."

Mao Dan's eyes sparkled as he took it, pinched it with his dark fingers, and then simply licked it with his tongue, grinning as he said, "It smells so good! It's delicious, Grandpa, have a taste too."

He reached out to feed the old man.

An old man and a young boy bickered as they led an oxcart, their feet sinking into the solid yellow earth, as they walked further and further away...

Throughout history, farmers who toil in the fields have suffered the most and done the heaviest work, yet they have not received the best treatment; all they ask for is to survive and have enough to eat.

Unfortunately, in this upside-down world, farmers are the poorest and have the lowest social status!

Chen Xian watched the departing old and young people and said in a hoarse voice, "Go home."