Jiang Nuan knew nothing about what had happened at the old house.
The loss of two maids did not have much impact on the Huang family; they began their day's work as soon as it was dawn.
After a busy morning, I finally had a moment to catch my breath once I got on the oxcart.
When they reached the main road, Jiang Nuan found that the number of people had increased by 20% compared to before. In addition to strong laborers, some middle-aged men had also joined in.
The next day, even more people arrived, and some strong women from the village came to work. Since they couldn't carry the sacks themselves, two of them would lift them.
On the third day, a group of young women and wives joined the party.
On the fourth day, the village's older children also joined in.
On the fifth day, even the nursing babies came here.
So, passersby would see this strange scene: in a roadside shed, various cotton clothes were laid out, and a large baby was holding a small baby, staring intently at the pot in front of them.
That's right, it's a pot.
The stove was finally built.
It has to be paired.
With the number of people increasing, feeding nearly three hundred people was no longer something the Huang family could afford.
Left with no other choice, Jiang Nuan had to set up a stove next to the stove to cook. For this, she spent four taels of silver to buy two large iron pots that could even cook people.
Ninety percent of the people in Huangjiakou came to work on the official road, and their efficiency soared. Their appetites also increased exponentially, and they could fill an oxcart with ingredients every day.
Every day she eats all kinds of rice, flour, meat, and oil. If it weren't for the two or three strong men following her every day when she goes grocery shopping, Jiang Nuan would have suspected that she might be robbed.
"Yaya," Sister-in-law Huang walked over with a smile, "it looks like it will be finished tomorrow."
"Luckily it's almost finished," Xie muttered to herself. "If we keep eating like this, we'll be broke."
Two taels of silver were thrown in every day, and not even a ripple was seen.
Their money didn't come from thin air, and this isn't how you bend wool.
"Jiaojiao," Jiang Nuan comforted, "our family can handle it, don't be afraid."
While it's possible that some people might try to cheat or shirk their duties, most people work very hard, and the children are easy to manage—just a few candies and they'll sit still all day without crying or fussing.
“They’re only here for the meat,” Xie said, pursing her lips. “Look at any other village, they bring their whole families to work here like us.”
Thinking about the food consumed every day, Xie felt a pang of heartache.
Back when my family used to make wild vegetable soup to fill our stomachs, no one ever brought us a single grain of rice. Now they're shamelessly taking advantage of us.
“You can’t say that,” Jiang Nuan shook her head. “They didn’t eat and drink for free; they were all doing their part.”
Those who could work were working, and those who couldn't work were helping with cooking, which was beyond Jiang Nuan's expectations.
Every family is struggling financially, so it's understandable that they want to eat meat. It's enough that they earn it through their own labor instead of just waiting to be fed.
"No matter what, I still feel bad about the food," Xie said, pursing her lips. "The food we've eaten in the last few days is enough to feed our family for a year."
"Actually, there's no need to prepare anything too fancy," Sister Huang said. "We can add more radish to the meat, and we can change the rice to porridge. This meal of white rice and fatty meat is better than the New Year. It's really too much of a waste."
"It'll only be a day or two," Jiang Nuan said nonchalantly. "Once the river channel is repaired, no more things will be built into it."
Since we've already spent most of our money, why bother with these other things?
"Yes, it's almost finished," Xie sighed. "Unconsciously, it's been almost a month. Time flies so fast. I wonder if the villagers will be reluctant to see it go."
“That’s not how you put it,” Jiang Nuan laughed, “Isn’t it good not to have to work? What’s there to be sad about?”
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