Qiao Lian'er's eyes turned cold.
"Mother, I want to go up the mountain."
“You should also go find mushrooms. They’re all up in the mountains, so you don’t have to work so hard. Just stay home with your mother,” Qiao Yunni said while sewing shoe soles.
"Mother, I'm going now." Qiao Lian'er didn't know how to explain to Qiao Yunni, so she climbed down from the thatched roof and ran out of the yard.
"Hey, be careful on the road, kid." Qiao Yunni shook her head. Lian'er probably felt bored staying at home and wanted to go up the mountain to join in the fun with everyone. After all, she was still a child.
The villagers set off before Qiao Lian'er, who ran with her short legs, panting heavily.
Fortunately, he had been eating meat and vegetables these past few days, which helped him regain some strength, and before long, he was able to run up the mountain.
By this time, the Qiao family had been surrounded by the villagers.
Because those mushrooms were everywhere on the mountainside, the Qiao family did not scatter.
Seeing thirty or forty villagers gather around, Old Lady Qiao instinctively covered her basket and asked warily.
What are you trying to do?
Although the villagers didn't show any malice on their faces, the aura they exuded already carried a sense of intimidation.
With the Song family also present, the Qiao family knew that they were probably there to cause trouble.
The Qiao family members instinctively moved closer to each other, all of them wary of one another.
But this situation seems so strange. People in the village usually greet each other with smiles. If they really can't make ends meet, someone will give them something. Why is it necessary to face each other with such a confrontational attitude?
It's all because someone stirred things up.
So now, the Qiao family all want to beat up the Song family.
“Aunt Qiao, actually, we didn’t mean anything by it,” an old man said. “We just heard that you were picking up money on the mountain. These mountains don’t belong to you, so we went up to pick some up too. It’s not too much to ask, is it?”
Everyone peered into the basket, but as soon as the Qiao family saw the villagers arrive, they quickly covered it with something, making it impossible to see what was inside.
So that's exactly why I came!
Old Mrs. Qiao's heart sank. She said in a cold tone, "Yes, these hills do not belong to our Qiao family. Everyone can come up to hunt, chop wood, and find wild vegetables, so who takes what to sell is their own choice and ability."
“Oh, Grandma Qiao, you’re making the villagers feel like outsiders by saying that,” said a young woman who had married into the village from another village. “We’re all from the same village. We’ve seen you going up the mountain all the time. We wonder what you’ve found or what good things you’ve picked up. Tell us what you took to town to sell and how much money you made so that we can all earn some money and improve our lives.”
Someone else added, "Yes, Aunt Qiao, we're all country folk, life isn't easy for us. You have good connections, and these are things from the mountains, so we won't let you suffer any losses. Just share them with everyone."
Old Mrs. Qiao and Old Mr. Qiao both frowned, and the other members of the Qiao family also fell silent.
At least until now, the villagers still speak politely, yet with a pleading tone.
Indeed, it's fine if they weren't discovered when they were born in the same village and in the same community, but now that everyone has discovered them and wants to share with them, what are they supposed to do?
If I told everyone, I would earn a pitifully small amount of money every day, and I don't know when I would be able to afford to build a spacious courtyard.
But if they don't speak up, they'll be going against the whole village, and they can forget about having a good time in the village in the future. No matter how good the Qiao family is at fighting, they can't fight against so many people.
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