With the entire Guanjia Village working for him, and now with the addition of Lijiawan Village, and the province-wide black market sales backing him up, he doesn't have to worry about houses being too expensive to buy. Boss Jiang is now a wealthy man.
Back in Guanjia Village, the jam and canning teams at the handicraft factory worked hard all day, finally clearing out the wild fruits that Chuncao's eldest brother had sent them. No one expected Chuncao's three brothers to be so capable, and his two sisters-in-law were also experts at rakes, working tirelessly. They agreed to collect the wild fruits in the morning, and in the afternoon, they delivered three full carts. The fruits were red and large, much better than the wild fruits in Guanjia Village. So everyone rushed to work, washing, cutting, and drying them. In less than half an hour, everything was done. Chuncao's brothers and sisters-in-law also kept busy, never idling for a moment.
On his way back, Chunsheng proposed a new plan. The villagers knew that there weren't many people at home collecting wild fruits today, but there would be more tomorrow. He decided to hire two more people to help him transport the wild fruits every day, while his two younger brothers and their wives would collect the fruits at home.
Chunyang and Chunwang just listen to their older brother. Since they were young, they have always listened to whatever their older brother says. After their older brother finishes speaking, the two younger brothers nod in agreement. They are not good at speaking and are more introverted. They are not as good at speaking as their older brother. According to the saying in the village, the older brother has to speak for the whole family.
In fact, Chunsheng is not an extrovert, but is forced to be so by life. He has to be extrovert!
He is the eldest in the family. His parents died early. If he doesn't take up the burden, who else can? It is impossible for him to live without contact with the outside world. So Chunsheng is the only one at home and outside. Gradually, he can speak, know how to speak, and speak more.
The jam group did a lot of work today. The operators all wore hoods and white coats in the room. In short, the hygiene was very modern, and the members had already formed good habits. The craftsmanship was also very good. The jam they made was sweet and sour, sticky and paste-like, and very successful. Chunsheng's eldest son, Chunxi, is 14 years old this year and a grown man. Whenever there was a big problem on the way here, and the wild fruits were heavy and couldn't be pushed up the slope, Chunxi would push hard beside them. Chunsheng's wife and the second wife were also here, each helping to push one. After handing in the fruits, there was nothing to do, and this child was also restless, so he went to the jam group to help light the fire. This time the small fire was burned well, and slowly, a pot of sweet and sour jam was successfully brewed.
After cooling, they packed the fruits into jars, sealed them, and placed them in backpacks for Jiang Huashu to take away tomorrow to sell in the city. The village head and the brigade accountant settled the wild fruit sales. This morning's trip and this afternoon's trip together netted 15 kilograms of cornmeal. The whole family walked home with a much lighter step. With food at home, they felt at ease. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. As long as the wild fruit season was over, they had no plans to work anytime soon.
There will definitely be a lot of people delivering fruits tomorrow, so I ate early and went to bed tonight, then quickened my pace and walked home.
When we got home, it was time to cook. There were three children at home, 12 years old, 8 years old, and 5 years old. The older one was at home taking care of the younger ones. They were all Chunsheng and Chunyang's children.
The family used to eat porridge twice a day, half with wild vegetables and half with grain. Now they eat it three times a day, and without the wild vegetables. The porridge without the wild vegetables is so delicious that even five-and-a-half-year-old Chunyu thinks it's Chinese New Year.
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