Fan Dazhu and Fan Erzhu only felt that the wild vegetables were unpalatable, but not to the point of being unpalatable.

Before the family split up, my second aunt's family would manage the vegetable garden, ensuring they had fresh vegetables every month.

After the family separated, Grandma stopped working in the fields, and Mom found it too tiring to take care of Zhaodi. Sowing was delayed, and there weren't enough vegetables in the garden to eat, so the family ate wild vegetables more often.

I've eaten plenty of bitter, rough, and unpalatable foods, but I've never eaten anything this bad!

"Brother, if we don't take care of the vegetable garden, will we end up eating such unpalatable wild vegetables in the future?" Fan Erzhu said worriedly in a low voice.

Zhao Di has been away from home for over a month.

Fan Dazhu stared at the wild vegetables in the bowl, his face scrunched up. "It's no use that Zhaodi is back; she injured her leg and can't get out of bed."

“Mother can take care of it, but Grandma can do it too. Look around the village, which woman around Grandma’s age doesn’t work in the fields? It’s just Grandma who thinks she’s an old lady and enjoys herself at home,” Fan Erzhu complained.

Fan Dazhu grimaced as he took a sip of the wild vegetable porridge, then made up his mind: "Alright, when we get home I'll have Mom and Grandma take care of the vegetable garden!"

He refuses to eat wild vegetables anymore!

Women are supposed to serve men, tending the vegetable garden, cooking, washing clothes, cleaning the house, feeding livestock... these are all things that mothers and grandmothers should do.

It can't be done by the men!

After going out, he realized that his family had been too lenient with the women. His mother and grandmother were too lazy, and he needed to set some rules for them.

Hong Daniu, Hong Mancang, and the other people who were originally from Zhulin Village thought they were lucky to have met Master Bai and followed him to Shanshui Village. Otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to eat their fill of white flour noodles, let alone black flour porridge!

As they watched the Baijiazhuang people chatting and laughing, a large family enjoying themselves, they suddenly felt a lump in their throat and their eyes well up with tears.

No matter how bad the food or how hard the work, at least the people of Baijiazhuang were together as a family, and none of them perished in the flood. If they could, if they could, they would rather eat poorly and do the hardest work in exchange for their families.

The eighteen men had their heads down, almost buried in the bowls, and their shoulders were shaking.

Under the cover of night, they grieve silently.

After the group finished dinner, it was already dark, so they found a place to sleep fully clothed.

When it was just beginning to get light, everyone got up.

There is no breakfast in Baijiazhuang now, and the people in Shanshui Village are also getting up. Xu Qing has organized the men to escort the Sun family to the prefectural city and buy salt and other necessities on the way back.

The men of Shanshui Village are unloading trucks.

They carried sacks of potatoes to the place Xu Qing had arranged, and the people who would listen to how to plant potatoes were also chosen by Xu Qing the night before.

They were all elderly men from the village, with extensive experience in farming.

The people of Shanshui Village patiently taught him, holding potatoes in their hands, and he listened with utmost care.

Although they will come several more times, everyone is worried that they might not be able to come later and lose contact. Moreover, if they don't understand something this time, they can write it down and ask again next time. So both sides are taking it very seriously.

The on-site potato planting demonstration was not completed until sunrise. The villagers of Shanshui Village then packed up the hemp ropes, tarpaulins, and sacks, loaded them onto a cart, and returned home.

They need to hurry and transport as many potato seeds as possible while things are still relatively calm.

When they passed through Zhulin Village, Bai Manshan took out the things he had bought in Nanning Prefecture the day before and handed them to Hong Daniu and the other eighteen men, saying, "Go on, burn some paper money for your families."