Jiang Yue looked at them in surprise and asked.

"Brother Zhang, what's this?"

"Bring some firewood over to Comrade Jiang."

"Thank you so much, how much is this?" Jiang Yue said, reaching for her wallet to pay them.

"Comrade Jiang, this is free," Zhang Da and Zhang Er quickly refused.

They brought it over to thank Jiang Yue for giving them such a good job. The two brothers could have finished this firewood in a day. They could have earned a lot of money from this job Jiang Yue gave them; how could they live with themselves if they accepted the money?

Jiang Yue understood their gratitude when they refused, but her current status was different. If she accepted the cartload of firewood without paying them, it would cause a lot of trouble.

"Brother Zhang, Second Brother Zhang, please listen to me. My husband is a soldier; he can't take even a needle or thread from the people. I must give you this money..."

Hearing Jiang Yue say this, Zhang Da and Zhang Er understood.

"Comrade Jiang, here's five yuan for you."

Jiang Yue tried to persuade them, but Zhang Da and Zhang Er insisted on only accepting five yuan.

Not only that, they had already decided that in a few days, they would send over some more firewood and charge only five yuan.

"Okay, thank you both."

Zhang Da and Zhang Er stacked the firewood in the corner next to them.

Seeing that Jiang Yue was about to make a move, they quickly stopped her.

Tang Zhaodi and Lin Ling and the others also stepped forward to help.

Before long, all the several hundred pounds of firewood were stacked up.

Looking at the hundreds of kilograms of firewood stacked higher than a person, Jiang Yue was deeply moved.

Thank you everyone.

Jiang Yue invited her sisters-in-law inside to warm themselves by the fire.

Zhang Yu and Grandma Feng, who were outside the courtyard, also witnessed this scene, and they were naturally moved.

This huge pile of firewood must cost at least ten yuan. It weighs at least four or five hundred jin (200-250 kg).

This firewood can last all winter.

If they were to gather or chop firewood, it would take them more than ten days to prepare it, let alone dry it so thoroughly and stack it neatly.

Five yuan? That's incredibly cheap.

Zhang Yu, with two children and the need to send money to her in-laws, is struggling financially, but she still longs for a better life. Now that this opportunity has presented itself, she naturally wants to provide a better life for herself and her children.

That tin wood-burning stove costs twenty-five yuan. If we bargain, can we get it for less?

And with all this firewood, if we buy a whole truckload, we won't have to freeze this winter.

In the cultural troupe.

Someone mentioned the thing Jiang Yue bought.

"Have you heard? In the family compound, the family of Battalion Commander Lu bought a wood-burning stove."

"I've heard that too. They say it's incredibly warm."

"Dozens of people were sitting inside, all wearing only one piece of clothing."

"It would be wonderful if it snowed in winter."

Hearing that Jiang Yue had bought a wood-fired stove and seeing the envious looks on these people's faces, Qin Xiang frowned. What was there to envy? How warm could a wood-fired stove possibly be?

She had seen so many wood-burning stoves, all of which emitted thick smoke and were not very useful.

Burning honeycomb briquettes is the best way.

"What's there to say about a wood-fired stove?"

Someone immediately raised a question.

"What do you know? That wood-burning stove isn't your average wood-burning stove; it's a smokeless tin wood-burning stove. You can cook rice, stir-fry vegetables, boil water, and more..."