"Night market?" Li Jinfeng repeated Su Dahua's words.

"Shh, girl, speak softly. You can't say this casually." Su Dahua hushed Li Jinfeng and spoke even more quietly.

Li Jinfeng nodded in agreement.

Su Dahua was heard speaking again, "There are night markets in the town and the county seat. People who are hungry and hungry go there to trade with others, exchanging things, food, clothes, and other things. But it's not a safe place, and people often arrest people. If you're not careful and get caught, you'll end up in jail."

After hearing her words, Li Jinfeng's eyes lit up.

Night market sounds a bit like an underground trading place, and the word "night" is very appropriate to describe it.

There, could she sell some of the things in the space and buy some things from this era?

Li Jinfeng suddenly felt that life had motivation and hope.

Perhaps, after the harvest is over, she will have to go to the county town to see what the night market is like.

Although Su Dahua mentioned the night market to Li Jinfeng, she warned her again, "Jinfeng girl, you must not go there. If not for yourself, you must also consider your family..."

Li Jinfeng nodded obediently.

Seeing this, Su Dahua breathed a sigh of relief.

After resting for such a long time, and eating half an egg, Su Dahua regained a lot of strength. She struggled to get up and said to Li Jinfeng, "Jinfeng girl, your aunt is going to work in the fields. You have to be careful. If you can't bear the injury on your head, tell the team leader. He will understand."

After saying that, he staggered towards the paddy fields of the production team.

Looking at the frail Su Dahua's back as she left, Li Jinfeng felt very uncomfortable.

She could actually take out something else from the space and give it to Su Dahua, but if she did that, she would really have a hard time explaining herself.

Thinking of the egg, Li Jinfeng sighed.

A morning passed quickly.

Few people come to return farm tools at noon. Most people come to return farm tools when they get off work in the evening, so they can do more work in a day.

Li Jinfeng has to work today, so she doesn't need to go home for lunch. Zhang Xiulan, her mother, will bring it to her.

It was almost one o'clock in the afternoon when Zhang Xiu Lan finally arrived with Li Jinfeng's lunch.

Zhang Xiulan had an old, colorful scarf wrapped around her head and was holding a porcelain bowl in her hand with another bowl upside down on top of it.

She went straight to the warehouse and handed the meal to Li Jinfeng.

After Li Jinfeng got the meal, she was not in a hurry to open it. She found that Zhang Xiulan was looking at her as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.

"Mom, if you have anything to say, just tell me." Li Jinfeng said.

"Feng'er, I heard from the villagers...that when you distributed the farm tools today, you deliberately gave the broken ones to Aiju?" Zhang Xiu Lan looked at Li Jinfeng and said in a low voice.

Li Jinfeng knew this would happen.

In the past, no matter what dispute occurred between her and the two sisters Li Aiju or Li Ailan, whoever suffered the loss would be reported by the two sisters, and then Zhang Xiulan would come and give her a beating.

The original owner was very filial and was afraid that Zhang Xiulan would get angry, so he swallowed all the grievances.

Even when she was beaten or bullied, the first thing she thought about was whether her mother Zhang Xiu Lan would make things difficult for her.

After all, Li Jinfeng is not the original owner. She is unwilling and will not allow herself to suffer such a loss in vain.

"Mom, it wasn't the villagers who said this, right? It was Li Aiju and Li Ailan who said it! They said I was deliberately picking a fight? They also said I deliberately didn't give them farm tools?"