The other party was confused. Where did He Qing get her sense of superiority? Why did she think she was qualified to meddle in other people's business?

“I…” He Qing was speechless; she was just furious.

"Mind your own business and stop meddling in other people's affairs. My efforts are my own business and have nothing to do with you. Stop acting like a monkey all day, jumping around and making a fool of yourself."

He Qing was furious and wanted to say something, but the village chief stopped her.

"Alright. Our exam was open, fair, and transparent. Li Lan, we'll give you this letter of recommendation later. You can leave tomorrow. You can go home first and then report for duty. I wish you all the best in your future endeavors."

College students who come from the village are, in any case, an honor for their village.

Even if they never come back in the future, it doesn't matter; it will have fulfilled their destiny.

"Okay, thank you, village chief, thank you all. I will always remember our village and every little thing that happened here. I'm so happy, so very happy!"

Li Lan was really happy, very happy.

It's wonderful that they can leave the village to go to university. Before this, they were all worried that the exam might not be fair. Now they can rest assured that the village chief is indeed an upright and selfless person.

The next day, Li Lan left the village. She came back later to thank the village.

By then, she discovered that the village had undergone tremendous changes, but that's another story. At this moment, He Qing was furious and had no choice but to go back. Seeing Wang Er lying on the bed only fueled her anger.

"You can't even handle a simple task, yet you have the nerve to lie here like this?"

Wang Er looked completely bewildered. "What are you talking about? Didn't I help you?"

“I told you I wanted to go to university, so why didn’t you help me? Isn’t your second uncle the village chief? Why couldn’t he help me? I’m pregnant with your family’s child.”

The old lady heard this outside and came in, saying, "If you don't have the ability, don't blame others. It's only been a few days, and you've already started to act arrogantly, haven't you? Do you believe I'll tear up that letter of introduction and make sure you can't go back?"

He Qing then looked dejected, though she still seemed to be in a lot of pain.

...

Mo Yan discovered that there was a lot of bamboo in the village. Bamboo is a good thing; it can be used as a weapon and also for bamboo weaving.

Mo Yan brought some back and captured Fang Yang.

Fang Yang thought his mother had forgiven him, but he never expected...

"Make me everything that can be made from bamboo, let me see."

Although Fang Yang didn't know why, he still managed to make bamboo cups, chopsticks, and a brush for washing dishes.

Mo Yan glanced at it...

"That's it? You're so stupid. You made such a small thing. How dare you call yourself my son?"

Here, I've prepared the blueprints for you. Let's make this.

Mo Yan provided him with flower baskets, bags, and various small items, as well as animal patterns to make.

Fang Yang: "..."

Ah, life...

"Hurry up and do it. I'll pay you after you've done it. Fifty cents for each item."

Fang Yang's eyes lit up. "Okay, okay, no problem."

What Mo Yan needs to do is make a fan.

As a future intangible cultural heritage item, this fan...

Bamboo can be used to make many things, such as fans, paper, and various small items; otherwise, it wouldn't have been so beloved by ancient scholars and literati.

This place has a lot of bamboo, and a variety of species, so we can make use of it. This son is a ready-made source of labor, and what she needs to do is to be meticulous.

There are many craftspeople in the village, making things like baskets, winnowing trays, sieves, and drying mats. What she wants to make are exquisite items.

That is the Beauty Fan, as thin as a cicada's wing, depicting a beautiful woman, completely captivated.

Of course, there are other exquisite fans that bring joy and coolness to people.

This will require a long time and preparation.

Mo Yan also plans to plant morel mushrooms in the bamboo forest.

If the climate is suitable, it can also be grown in greenhouses, but this requires someone to help.

Therefore, Mo Yan plans to make more in advance so that she can set up a stall later. The opportunity will come back soon, and she just needs to wait for the right time.

When Mo Yan finished making a batch of ordinary yet exquisite fans and took them to the provincial capital, it was also the day that Wang Er and He Qing returned to Wang Er's parents' home.

Just then, a train arrived. Seeing Mo Yan, He Qing walked over and quickly asked, "Auntie, where are you going with such a big bag of things?"

Mo Yan discovered that some people just deserve to be beaten; no matter how many times they are disciplined, they never learn their lesson.

"What's it to you?"

He Qing: "..."

He Qing was a little afraid to look; this Mo Yan really didn't give her any face at all.

"I was thinking that since we all know the area, we should do what we can to help you. I wanted Wang Er to help you with that."

Wang Er quickly turned around, "I don't want to." He didn't want to help carry it.

He Qing's face darkened even more. This Wang Er was truly useless; he wouldn't even agree to a casual remark.

"I don't need your help." Mo Yan turned and walked forward.

"Auntie, where are you going?" Wang Er asked with a silly grin.

Mo Yan turned around and gave him a cold look, and he dared not speak again.

For some reason, he felt a chill down his spine just now, and he felt very flustered and a little scared.

He Qing wanted to follow, but Wang Er grabbed her arm. "What are you doing? Can't you see your aunt is angry? Are you trying to get yourself killed?"

He had heard his second uncle say that Aunt Mo Yan was very formidable, and that one should never provoke her, whether there was a reason or not.

He Qing then gave up.

After getting off the bus, He Qing led Wang Er ahead. Mo Yan got off the bus behind them and, following her memory, walked to a small street, which turned out to be a small market with everything imaginable.

Mo Yan took out the little things she had brought, including small animals, various fans, and a beautiful fan. It wasn't as pretty as the "Beauty Fan," but it was still quite attractive.

Soon, people started asking about Mo Yan's fans, and Mo Yan was offering them for five yuan each.

Some were even ten, fifteen, or twenty yuan. Only the exquisite one cost one hundred.

People who come here are all here to buy something they love, so they don't worry about the money. They choose what they like and take it home, and then ask her when she will come again.

"I'll come back in two weeks."

Upon hearing the time, everyone left.

Mo Yan failed to sell her last fan, which was priced at 100.

Mo Yan wasn't in a hurry, so she just waited and ordered a bowl of wontons from a nearby stall.