"Fortunately, we don't have such a family, otherwise we would be worried."
"Let me tell you, my vision in choosing a wife is not to be underestimated. Although we were poor back then, I can understand a woman's personality pretty well after taking a closer look." Zhou was proud again. "If I had found someone like your cousin's wife, our family wouldn't be what it is now."
"Mother, I see that you now like my aunt and dislike someone else."
"Your aunt isn't exactly a pleasant person, but she's not as annoying as your cousin's wife."
In the afternoon, the village head came over and said, "I've discussed it with the villagers, and many of them are willing to go, but I'm not sure how many people are appropriate. Can you give me some advice? It's expensive to rent a car with so many people."
Chunxiao counted the number of people. "At least eight or nine, at most twelve. If there are so many people, we won't need to hire anyone. Two carriages can accommodate them."
"Nowadays, the crops grown in the fields are not very hard, and each family has enough manpower. So, let's go with 12 people. I will go and decide on the manpower. Just let me know when you are leaving. They have never been there before, so you can take me with you without any worries."
"That might take another ten days."
"That's not possible. If I let them rent a car, I'm afraid there might be accidents along the way. If it's late, then it's late. I'll go back and discuss the number of people."
"Uncle Zheng, take care over there."
Chunxiao sent the village head away and followed her mother to pickle vegetables in the yard. "Mom, let's go up the mountain and pickle some wild bamboo shoots some time. They're delicious when pickled."
"Why didn't you tell me earlier? Your Aunt Fang asked me to go up the mountain with her two days ago, but I didn't go. If you like, come with me to the mountain tomorrow to pickle some bamboo shoots. I'll pickle them and bring them back to you. I think Pengdong doesn't have any pickled bamboo shoots."
"Probably not. I haven't seen it anyway." Chunxiao's mouth started to feel sour just thinking about the taste. Pickled bamboo shoots go well with rice. I must pick more tomorrow. Now is the best time to pick wild bamboo shoots.
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