Chapter 159 Harvesting Winter Bamboo Shoots

Wan Qiqi had no idea what the little devil was thinking; she just assumed they were having fun and didn't stop them.

Some women heard this and quickly sent their children to pick wild dates to earn a cup of sugar water.

A cup of sugar water costs 3 coins, something they wouldn't normally be willing to buy.

Wan Qiqi felt somewhat helpless as she watched the number of people increase.

As expected, the villagers are still greedy for small gains!

The sun stood in the sky, slowly moving westward from overhead. It had already reached halfway up the hillside, but the people in the forest were still digging, showing no sign of stopping.

While others were working, Wan Qiqi went to search for some more Japanese jujubes.

Although the jujubes after being frosted have a slightly astringent taste, they taste much better than before, making them perfect for making wine.

Since transmigrating, she has never tasted wine. If it weren't for the thought of opening a restaurant with Boss Zhu after the New Year, she probably wouldn't have thought about making wine.

Although she did not directly agree to Boss Zhu's request, she had already made up her mind.

Running a successful restaurant is no easy feat, especially with a long-established restaurant right across the street.

Although the business owner, Lao Ben, looked down on the poor, he received unanimous praise from the wealthy and his business was very successful.

Taking over its business will probably not be that simple.

However, Wan Qiqi had to admit that Boss Zhu had a good eye and had his eye on her.

For others, surpassing the visitors from all directions might be extremely difficult, but for her, an outsider with a cheat-like advantage, it's just a matter of time. If she sets her mind to it, there's nothing she can't do.

Wan Qiqi wandered around in the woods, turning over dead leaves here and pulling on vines there, making the villagers' eyes blurry.

One villager couldn't help but ask, "Sister-in-law Chen, what are you doing? Aren't you going to dig up some yams to take home?"

"No need, we still have grain at home, you can dig it yourself." Wan Qiqi replied casually, picked up a small hoe and dug open the cracked soil, and sure enough, she saw the tips of winter bamboo shoots.

With a hint of excitement, she slowly dug through the soil, revealing the entire winter bamboo shoot, which was not even as big as her hoe. Her face immediately fell.

What the hell is this?

Why did Chen Yongxing dig such a large hole on the mountain, while I dug such a small one?

Wan Qiqi disdainfully dug out the winter bamboo shoots, threw them aside, and sat down on the ground like a child, her face full of displeasure.

Someone saw what she threw out and asked, "Sister-in-law Chen, are you digging for bamboo shoots? There's not much bamboo around here, and there are few bamboo shoots either. You have to go to the bamboo forest to find them."

"Yes, the bamboo shoots here don't grow very big, and they don't taste good either."

"Sigh, the bamboo shoots in the bamboo forest aren't very tasty either; they have a bitter taste. If there were other things to eat, I wouldn't want to eat bamboo shoots either."

"..." Wan Qiqi felt that these people were wasting resources. Winter bamboo shoots were such a delicious food, yet they were being used to fill people's stomachs and were being looked down upon.

"Sister-in-law Chen, if you want bamboo shoots, I dug up a few here, I'll give them all to you."

Wan Qiqi went forward upon hearing the voice and felt that the young man looked familiar, as if she had seen him somewhere before.

"Zhao Shitou, if we're talking about flattery, you're the one!" another male voice suddenly rang out.

Wan Qiqi turned her head to look, her eyes turning cold.

Zhao Shitou was displeased and gritted his teeth, saying, "Wu Gousheng, I haven't provoked you, can you please stop targeting me every time?"

"Did I hit you or curse you? Don't make false accusations, or you'll end up like that aunt in your Zhao family, landing yourself in jail." Wu Gousheng threw the hoe aside, told the others to keep digging, and sat down on a rock.

Whether it was intentional or not, Shi Tou, who happened to be sitting in front of Zhao Shi Tou, leaned against the big tree and started humming a little tune.

The villagers nearby changed direction, their backs turned to Wu Gousheng.

They disliked Wu Gousheng, but didn't want to give up the yams they had dug, so they had no choice but to do it this way.

Zhao Shitou snorted coldly and turned his back to Wu Gousheng, ignoring him.

Wan Qiqi finally understood that there was a grudge between the two.

She felt nothing for Zhao Shitou, but disliked Wu Gousheng somewhat.

When the village well water was polluted, this man led a group of people to stop people from carrying water and even beat them.

Having not seen this person for so long, she almost forgot that there was such a little tyrant in the east of the village.

"Someone from the Zhao family has been imprisoned, and it seems your Wu family is in a similar situation. Was that person a relative of yours?"

Wan Qiqi's words made Wu Gousheng stagger and almost fall.

He ripped the foxtail grass from his mouth and stared intently at Wan Qiqi, like a snarling, vicious dog about to pounce on its prey.

Wan Qiqi ignored him and walked past him as if he didn't exist. She stopped next to Zhao Shitou, tossed the winter bamboo shoots on the ground, and smiled faintly, "How much? I'll take them all!"

Zhao Shitou rolled his eyes at Wu Gousheng, then smiled at Wan Qiqi and said, "We're all from the same village, it's embarrassing to ask for too much money." He then scratched his head, "How about 5 coins a pound... or 4 coins will do too..."

Seeing that Wan Qiqi hadn't spoken for a long time, he felt a little annoyed.

Surely the money he painstakingly dug out can't be worth only a pound for a cup of sugar water?

"Tsk, Zhao Shitou, you're being stingy!" Wu Gousheng sat up and pointed to the two winter bamboo shoots next to the pile of yams he had dug. "I dug those up, they're yours!"

Upon hearing this, Wan Qiqi raised an eyebrow, finding Wu Gousheng somewhat interesting, even more pleasing to the eye than the hypocritical Zhao Shitou.

Although Zhao Shitou was polite to her on the surface, his lustful eyes told a different story. On the other hand, Wu Gousheng, though he seemed like a scoundrel, was all talk and no action.

The man who was helping Wu Gousheng dig up yams suddenly looked up, a hint of doubt in his eyes, and asked, "Brother Gousheng, didn't you say these two bamboo shoots were mine?"

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