That's what they said, but the five of them knew in their hearts that Fan Jin couldn't possibly be indifferent.
So after discussion, it was changed to the evening.
In the dead of night, the four brothers secretly went to the fields with bamboo baskets and dug and dug.
They saw it that day; these potatoes were different from wheat and corn kernels—they were planted in large chunks!
It's such a big piece; we can just dig out a few pieces whenever we want to eat it. We have food at home every day, don't we?
"Brother, I found some!" Fan Sizhu ran ahead, dug up a few potatoes with one stroke of his hoe, and shouted happily.
Fan Dazhu gestured and scolded, "Keep your voice down! Don't let anyone hear you."
Since his father wasn't here, he was the eldest, so of course he had to keep an eye on the younger ones.
Fan Erzhu lowered his voice and said, "I dug one too. This soil is so soft, it's really easy to dig."
"No wonder it was plowed by oxen and donkeys; the soil is much softer than what we dug with hoes."
Fan Dazhu had an idea in mind: if there were oxen and donkeys to plow the fields, wouldn't they not have to dig the ground themselves?
That belongs to my second uncle's family. My second uncle shares the same surname, Fan, and the two characters "Fan" cannot be written in the same stroke. I suppose my second uncle wouldn't disagree.
Just as he was imagining having oxen plowing the fields, he heard Fan Sanzhu next to him ask in surprise, "These are already sprouting, what should we do? Are they still edible?"
Without even thinking, Fan Dazhu replied, "What's wrong with eating it! If those ginger and garlic sprout, do you think we can eat them?"
"Soybean sprouts, mung bean sprouts, peanut sprouts—tell me how they grow! You brainless idiot, don't you even use your brain to think about it!"
Fan Erzhu scoffed irritably, "If they sprout, just break them off. It's no big deal. Is it worth making a fuss about?"
Fan Sanzhu thought about it and agreed. It was just sprouting. You can't eat things that haven't sprouted yet, and you can't eat things that have sprouted yet.
He silently shut his mouth.
The four were visiting for the first time and were worried that there wouldn't be enough food, so they dug several furrows of land and filled their baskets more than halfway before stopping.
"That's enough. Don't dig too much at once." Fan Dazhu thought he was being very classy and had done right by his second uncle, so he didn't take any more.
The other three had no objections.
From now on, we can just come and dig whenever we want to eat it; it's just one more trip.
The four of them made their way home under the cover of night.
Sun Jinhua was very satisfied with the weight in the basket.
Fan Qian was also very satisfied.
"Honey, what if the second son's family comes to make trouble after we find out?" Sun Jinhua asked suddenly with concern.
Fan Qian had already thought it through.
Why isn't he going tonight?
The thought was that if someone saw them, Dazhu and the others were the younger generation, and the second brother could still argue with a few kids.
If she takes it seriously, then it's because she, as the aunt, is petty and unwilling to share food with her husband's nephew!
Women are very concerned about their reputation. The second son's wife is also a woman. If she really doesn't care about her reputation, she won't get any good results.
"If the second brother's family comes to cause trouble without any evidence, we'll just say they're slandering us!"
"We don't need her to threaten us by reporting to the authorities; let's take her there first and see what evidence she has to prove it's us."
Sun Jinhua thought about it and agreed, "What the husband said is right. We can say it was field mice or weasels that dug it up, but how can we say it was us?"
Relieved, Sun Jinhua looked at the bamboo basket with a smile. She said to her sons, "Go wash up and go to bed. Tomorrow, Mom will cook these potatoes for you! Let's see what they taste like."
"I've been wanting to eat this for ages!"
"I'm going to eat a big bowl of this tomorrow, and none of you are allowed to take it from me."
"It might not taste good, so why bother fighting over it?"
"No way?"
"Who knows?"
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