Feng Lingyu watched the fun with everyone and was originally planning to go back directly with Shen Huaiqing.
Then I heard someone whispering, "Do you think that the food was left by the Feng family? Besides this family, who else has the ability to do this?"
"That's possible. But it's all in the past now. Let's not talk about that family now."
Feng Lingyu paused, then continued walking forward as if nothing had happened.
It seemed that things had developed as she expected.
This kind of specious news spreads the fastest. Before long, everyone will think that this is the family fortune left behind by the Feng family.
The discovery of a huge amount of grain in Qingshan Village soon shocked the main leaders of Danyang City.
In the past few days, large trucks have been constantly entering and leaving Qingshan Village.
The city also specially dispatched an armed force to prevent anyone from taking the risk of stealing food.
The villagers of Qingshan Village have gone from being curious at first to being accustomed to it now.
Whatever happens, we have promised that if we distribute food, the villagers of Qingshan Village will be distributed first.
Qingshan Village also gained another benefit.
The roads in the small village are not very smooth, and some places are bumpy.
In order to drive large trucks into the village to transport food, the soldiers sent from the city spent two days building a wide road into the village for large trucks to enter and exit freely.
Of course, other people in the village have not realized this benefit yet, only Feng Lingyu and Shen Huaiyu know it.
What does it mean to have a wide, smooth road?
If you want the villagers to become wealthy, you must have a highway with convenient transportation. This is the experience accumulated by countless predecessors.
No matter how good the product is, it is useless if it cannot be shipped out.
When Qingshan Village first started selling medicinal herbs, Uncle Gao and his friends couldn't drive in and had to park outside.
The villagers had to use ox carts to transport the medicinal materials one by one. How much effort did it take?
This is only because of Feng Lingyu's face. Otherwise, if it were any other truck driver, they would never be willing to drive the car to this remote area, and if the car broke down on the road, they would not be able to repair it.
When the sales volume of medicinal materials increases further next year, the village will also start to grow medicinal materials. With this wide road, it will be much easier to sell them.
The village organized women to cook together in a big pot to provide meals for the soldiers who came to carry food. Of course, the food was provided by the commune.
Gao Xiaotao was appointed by Yang Jianguo as the team leader of cooking. Since there wasn't much to do at home, Gao Xiaotao agreed.
But this incident caused dissatisfaction among some people.
As we all know, those who work in a big pot will reap the benefits.
Why is Gao Xiaotao, a little girl from outside, qualified to be the team leader?
Gao Xiaotao vaguely sensed that someone was targeting her, but Aunt Guihua would always help her, so she thought it would only be a matter of a few days, and didn't take it to heart.
That day Gao Xiaotao prepared a broth and then made bone soup noodles for everyone.
The weather is cold now, and it feels good to eat something hot.
And after the bone soup is cooked, everyone can get some oil and water.
Early in the morning, Gao Xiaotao set up a big pot, threw all the prepared bones, onions and ginger into it, waited for the water to boil, skimmed off the floating foam with a spoon, and then covered the pot with a lid and left it alone.
The other aunties who were cooking were arranged to gather together to knead the dough. The hand-rolled noodles were very chewy and required strong hand strength.
"Auntie, go take a rest, I'll take over from you."
Gao Xiaotao originally wanted to peel some radishes and put them into the soup, but she noticed from the corner of her eye that Aunt Guihua was so tired that sweat was pouring down her forehead, so she thought of switching with her.
"No, this is my job, just go do your own thing."
Liu Guihua's first reaction was to refuse.
"Xiao Tao, Liu Guihua doesn't want to, so you come and help me. I know how to peel radishes! It just so happens that I'm tired too."
Before Gao Xiaotao could speak, a woman with slanted eyes and a flat nose immediately took over.
Everyone in the village called this woman Yang Mazi. She had always been a ruffian and generally no one wanted to confront her, or else they would be taken advantage of by her.
Yang Mazi's father was Yang Jianguo's distant cousin. He only had this one daughter, and before he died, he asked Yang Jianguo to take good care of her.
Yang Mazi used to be birds of a feather with Yang Fugui's wife Wang Dachun.
Ever since Wang Dachun was punished by Yang Jianguo to carry manure, she could no longer jump up and down on her own and fell silent.
Coincidentally, Yang Mazi signed up for the job of cooking the big pot of rice. Originally, Yang Jianguo was reluctant to arrange her in, but she brought up her dead father as an excuse, so Yang Jianguo had to give her the job.
He arranged Liu Guihua to come in, not for any other reason but to keep an eye on Yang Mazi.
"Yang Mazi, if you are tired, there are many people who are not tired and are willing to help you. Do you need me to call for help?" Gao Xiaotao said lightly.
This cooking job is a popular one. You can eat with the soldiers every day and take any leftovers home.
So many people are watching him, yet Yang Mazi still feels tired.
Yang Mazi's face froze, and he immediately opened his mouth and yelled, "You can help Liu Guihua, why can't you help me? What's the matter? What benefit did she give you?"
She had a loud voice, and her voice attracted many people to look at her curiously.
Liu Guihua was so distressed by Yang Mazi's behavior that she threw the dough in her hand, pointed at her and cursed: "Yang Mazi, are you crazy? How can you say such things? If you don't want to do this, just leave and don't make trouble here. It's Yang Jianguo's business to give face to your father. I didn't eat a grain of rice from your father, so I don't need to give you face!"
The other women who were kneading dough didn't dare to say a word.
The villagers knew a little about Yang Jianguo's affairs.
Probably, the young Yang Jianguo accidentally fell into the river and almost died. It was Yang Mazi's biological father who rescued him from the river. Because of this life-saving grace, Yang Jianguo would occasionally take care of her.
It would be fine if Yang Mazi was a good person, but she is a scoundrel who only wants to take advantage of others.
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