The next morning.
Xu Mo put away his writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone, and then began to cook soup and rice for his younger siblings.
They should have cooked the food first before calling them, but unexpectedly, Zheng Ruqian got up as soon as the fire was lit.
The little boy, who was no more than ten years old, rubbed his eyes and was still a bit sleepy. He called out "Big Brother" and rushed over to sort the vegetables, separating the good ones and the bad ones, the eggplants and green beans.
Making money is not easy these days.
Xu Mo sighed, turned his head, and saw that Fang Heng had also gotten up.
My third brother has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and he has been getting up at cockcrow for six years, so it's not surprising.
But today he didn't go to the sheltered spot in the dilapidated temple. Instead, he picked up a stick and said calmly, "I'm going to the mountains."
Xu Mo isn't stupid.
On the contrary, he was very clever. Recalling Zhang Qiquan's words from yesterday, he immediately understood, "You're going to hunt wild game?"
Fang Heng didn't hide anything and simply hummed in agreement.
The so-called wild game is all deep in the mountains. It is now the dead of winter, and the mountains are full of deep pits. Once you fall in, it is a disaster.
Xu Mo didn't want him to go.
"I'll go early and come back early. If I can't fight, I won't be stubborn," Fang Heng insisted. "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."
Xu Mo had no choice but to compromise, "Then come back before sunrise."
Fang Heng nodded and left.
By the time the food was cooked, Zheng Ruqian had already arranged the vegetables on the flatbed cart and made room for three people.
My younger siblings also got up and washed up.
Xu Mo stood in the dilapidated temple and looked out. He saw Fang Heng returning with a stick on his back. He breathed a sigh of relief and ate his soup.
Breakfast finished.
Wen Zhiyun collected and ground the medicine, and identified the herbs.
Jiang Sheng went to the village to collect vegetables, and Chang Yan accompanied her.
Fang Heng, on the other hand, used a donkey cart to deliver vegetables and also to take his older brother to school.
On the way, I couldn't help but inquire about my third brother's progress in the mountains.
Fang Heng didn't hide anything. "The temperature in the mountains is too low, and the animals are all hibernating. On the bright side, it's easy to hunt, but on the downside, it's too dangerous. Although I have kung fu skills, I have no hunting experience, so I had to come back first."
Xu Mo remained silent, lost in thought.
Zheng Ruqian, quick to speak his mind, said, "It would be great if we could have an experienced old hunter to guide us."
Upon hearing this, the three exchanged a glance.
Shilipu Village.
Jiang Sheng returned from harvesting vegetables in the village. Full of produce, she put down her small basket, her forehead covered in sweat.
Chang Yan saw this and reached into his sleeve.
All they pulled out was a tangled wad of cotton.
Cheap coats are of poor quality; they've only been worn for a few days and the cotton is already linting up.
Jiang Sheng was initially unhappy, but seeing Chang Yan's furrowed brows, she wanted to laugh again, "Fifth Brother, are you trying to give me a handkerchief? We're not young masters or ladies, how can we have such things?"
As for the sweat on his forehead, he would just wipe it off with his sleeve; a beggar always prioritizes survival.
Jiang Sheng was happily wiping the floor when she looked up and saw that Chang Yan's forehead was also sweaty. She generously stretched out her other sleeve and rubbed it all over Chang Yan's head.
Long banquet, "..."
He didn't say anything, but just pressed his lips tightly together.
"Jiang Sheng, be careful Xiao Wu doesn't get upset," Wen Zhiyun kindly reminded him.
Jiang Sheng stuck out her tongue. "Fifth Brother won't be angry with me. Even if he is, I can just make him happy again."
He didn't forget to ask for Changyan's opinion, "Am I right, Fifth Brother?"
Chang Yan remained silent, but his tense expression gradually cracked before finally settling into calm.
The five older brothers in the dilapidated temple couldn't do anything to Jiang Sheng's younger sister.
She didn't care at all, and was happy every day, joking around with anyone, completely carefree.
The scolding, beatings, hunger, and desperation of the past seem to have left no trace on her.
Such a younger sister.
Who would bear not to cherish it dearly?
Wen Zhiyun smiled slightly, lowered his head to pound the herbs, and flipped through the ancient books left by his father, studying them earnestly.
Just as Jiang Sheng put the vegetables in the corner and was about to go get another batch, Fang Heng returned in a donkey cart.
There were two people on the donkey cart.
One was Zheng Ruqian, who had just returned from delivering vegetables, and the other was Zhang Qiquan, who had been wailing in the dilapidated temple yesterday.
Seeing Jiang Sheng's big eyes, Zhang Qiquan felt awkward for a moment.
Fortunately, Fang Heng rescued him in time. "Let's go."
Zhang Qiquan quickly followed, limping along.
Jiang Sheng stared blankly at their retreating figures. "What are you going to do, Third Brother?"
"Hunting wild game." Zheng Ruqian said without looking up. "Everyone's been making money lately, even the eldest brother is preparing for the imperial examination, and the third brother can't sit still anymore."
Everyone wants to contribute to this family.
Nobody wants to be a burden who eats and drinks for free.
Chang Yan pursed her lips, suddenly feeling that she should do something too.
At the very least, I can't be outdone by my older brothers.
night.
When Fang Heng returned from the mountains, he and Zhang Qiquan had already prepared traps and snares, just waiting for their prey to take the bait.
Now, he has to take a donkey cart to bring Xu Mo back from the school.
Since the vegetables were already delivered during the day, this trip is an empty one.
Chang Yan, who had been taciturn all along, suddenly said, "Third Brother, do you want to give someone a ride to the county?"
Fang Heng was taken aback, then belatedly realized that donkey carts could carry people.
They were just so busy picking up their own people or filling their cars with food that they forgot about it.
Nowadays, even if you drive an empty car to the county, you can earn extra money no matter how many passengers you bring. You don't mind if you take one or two coins, or three or four coins.
However, this kind of thing is just like a street vendor; you have to shout it out for people to know about it.
Fang Heng's face turned red instantly when he thought about how he used to hawk his wares on the street; he simply couldn't bring himself to open his mouth.
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