Grandma Gu was sitting on a wheelbarrow, waving at her.

As they interacted more, Yu Mingxiang and Old Lady Gu became quite familiar with each other. She stepped forward and asked with a smile, "Why are you sitting on the grain cart, sir?"

The wheelbarrow was small; once Grandma Gu sat down, it could only hold one bag of grain. The grain from Hedao Village couldn't be transported in one trip, so the convoy had to turn back and make another trip in the afternoon.

Even so, Grandma Gu still occupied half of the wheelbarrow.

Yu Mingxiang found it quite strange.

"hey-hey."

Grandma Gu turned her head to look at the young man pushing the wheelbarrow, covered her mouth and laughed, "They insisted on pushing me there, there's nothing I can do!"

As she spoke, Old Lady Gu pointed to the grain transport convoys from several neighboring villages on the main road at the village entrance, saying, "Not only our village, but they are also waiting for this old lady!"

Upon hearing this, Yu Mingxiang asked, "??"

A look of utter confusion on his face.

"Haha! Dr. Yu, didn't you know?"

Seeing this, the young man pushing the cart smiled and said, "Grandma Gu's son-in-law is the director of the town's grain depot. With her around, no one dares to complain about our grain."

Yu Mingxiang: "!!!"

This is the first time I've ever heard of this.

In those days, it was common to be criticized when delivering grain to the state. The grain was judged on its plumpness, dryness, and the amount of impurities.

Anyway, if they're criticized, they'll just send it back to be reworked.

She had always known that Old Lady Gu had a daughter who had married into the town, but she never imagined that her daughter would marry the director of the grain depot...

You could say she married really well.

A cook who won't starve, a blacksmith who won't die from overwork.

With grain reserves, there's no shortage of food.

"Hehe, I just found out."

Yu Mingxiang smiled and said to Old Lady Gu, "No wonder you said you have some influence in the village. You have more than just some influence; you have a lot of influence. Please sit down, old lady..."

"I'm all seated!"

Grandma Gu laughed, "Just you wait, when I come back from town I'll bring you some crispy pork pie that my daughter made. My daughter's crispy pork pie is so delicious."

"good."

Yu Mingxiang smiled and agreed, watching as Grandma Gu and the grain convoy left.

Behind the grain convoy were several women carrying cloth bags.

These days, food is precious. If it's spilled or leaked, it's heartbreaking, and someone has to clean it up.

Qin Weiguo and Qin Xiangdong were in the grain transport team, while Wu Xiangju followed behind with a cloth bag and happened to witness the scene just now.

"And the crispy pork pie? You have crispy pork pie but you don't even share some with us."

As she passed by Yu Mingxiang, she muttered under her breath, "Isn't this just like a weasel offering New Year's greetings to a chicken—they're up to no good?"

Gu Guanhai left, but his mother became acquainted with Yu Mingxiang.

In Wu Xiangju's eyes, this meant that the mother and son took turns to confirm her previous guesses.

Yu Mingxiang: "!!!"

Hearing her muttering, his face darkened.

This Wu Xiangju, before, at least knew to talk behind her back and spread rumors about her, but now...

They actually came up to her with a waving fork?

Yu Mingxiang, who had already established herself in Hedao Village, could hardly tolerate this.

She immediately stuck out her foot and tripped!

"Smack!"

"ah!"

Wu Xiangju tripped and fell to the ground, landing face-first in the mud.

Yu Mingxiang took a step back, feigning surprise.

"Oh dear, it's not a holiday or festival, why are you kowtowing like this, Wu Zhiqing?"

Wu Xiangju got up, pointed at Yu Mingxiang, and gritted her teeth, "You! You..."