Starting the next day, Ling Ran and Fan Jiang drove a donkey cart to the prefectural city and returned with a cart full of supplies.

Everything, big and small, inside and out, has been taken into consideration.

Every day, he brings back a full truckload, without fail, except when it rains.

Fortunately, the new house is spacious with many rooms and storage rooms, so there is room to store things.

Fan Jin, on the other hand, bought rice separately and had it shipped back—not all of it, of course.

Just like last year, he first bought some rice from a rice shop in the prefectural city and transported it back. In the small woods around the bend ahead, Shuiqing put the rice she bought from the mall into the woods.

Then Shuiqing took a shortcut home, while Fan Jin drove the oxcart back along the main road.

When Li Changlin, the grandson of the old village chief, returned to the village, he also learned that the emperor was reducing the power of the princes.

However, no one cared. Whether it was the emperor or a prince, they were too far away from them, so far away that it sounded unreal.

They were more concerned with whether the house had been dug up, whose rabbit had given birth, whether their chicks had been killed by the dog, and most importantly, how many mushrooms the children had picked today and how many kilograms of rice they could exchange for them!

However, it's okay if you don't replace many now, because by June, it will be the off-season for farming, and the bamboo mushrooms will be ready to be harvested.

They can also collect bamboo mushrooms to sell!

There are way more bamboo mushrooms than skirt mushrooms.

The whole village was filled with joy, and they spent each day in happiness and hope.

Fan Qian, Fan Dazhu, and the others also went to work in the fields one after another. After all, if they didn't farm, they wouldn't have anything to eat. They could be lazy about other things, but going hungry was a big deal, and they couldn't be lazy about it!

In the village, the people most concerned about the reduction of the power of the feudal lords were Shui Qing's family, the old village chief, and Fan Damu.

The old village chief was worried about affecting everyone's livelihood.

Fan Damu, on the other hand, was thinking about whether he could find any business opportunities!

Since his falling out with Fan Jin's family last year, his family's life hasn't changed much, but the villagers are doing better and better. He, who is known as the most shrewd person in the village, has lost all face!

He had to live a good life to prove to the villagers that he, Fan Damu, was still the most shrewd man!

Shui Qing and Fan Jin knew nothing about these things.

That day, Fan Jin rushed back and nervously announced, "Another prince has been stripped of his title; this is the third one this month."

At the same time, the government office posted a notice prohibiting private brewing of alcohol.

Yan Qiuxing, who was sewing clothes, opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say for a while.

I just feel that my mother was truly prescient!

Looking at the old woman across from him who was sewing gold leaves onto the hem of her dress, his eyes were filled with deep admiration!

Shui Qing: Others can go anywhere without fear if they master math, physics, and chemistry, but she has a good memory of history and isn't afraid even if she travels to ancient times?

It also allows us to familiarize ourselves with the development process.

She looked at her children and said, "The food we stockpiled before is about enough to exchange for this season's wakame mushrooms. We can stockpile enough for our own consumption in the future."

If you don't stockpile some food, you won't be able to fake it if you want to take it out or secretly add more later.

Fan Jin hesitated, then lowered his voice and gently advised, "It shouldn't be too chaotic for a while. Let's stock up on more, and we can exchange it for grain when the bamboo mushrooms come out in June."

Otherwise, I'm worried that food prices will rise later.

If grain prices rise, the quantity will also decrease, leading to a shortage of supply. Often, even if you have money, you still need to queue up and buy according to the weight limit.

At that time, it was no longer possible to exchange grain for bamboo mushrooms.

"June is summer. If, as the old villager said, there might be a major flood this year, let alone mushrooms, it will be a problem whether we can even go out," Shui Qing chuckled.

Fan Jin then recalled the unusually cold winter of last year.

He sighed.