Feng Yijia took the IOU home, and the next day the news spread throughout the village that she was making money by collecting herbs in the mountains.
Many people are jealous.
However, when they think that this is money earned with their lives, most people will be jealous for a while and then go back to living their lives as usual.
Nowadays, the policies are good and the crops are good, so life is much better than in previous years. The few villagers who used to go hunting in the village go to the mountains less often, let alone other people.
Unless it is absolutely necessary, no one wants to live with their head hanging on the belt.
Of course, there is also the reason of not having enough money.
If people knew that Feng Yi's family earned two or three hundred in half a month, which was enough to marry a wife, there would probably be people in the village who couldn't resist the temptation and took action.
In any case, after this incident, the villagers' attitude towards Feng Yijiajia changed subtly.
In the past, I looked at people with either disgust and caution, as if they were a vixen, or with pity and sympathy, as if they were little pitiful things.
Now there is less guarded sympathy in their eyes, and some people even have a hint of admiration in their eyes.
When walking on the village road, she would occasionally meet one or two people who would nod and say hello to her.
Feng Yijia doesn't care and has no time to care about other people's attitude towards her.
It hadn't rained in days, and the dry weather and high temperature caused evaporation, so the corn leaves in the little bit of cornfield on the hillside that she had allocated had all wilted.
Fortunately, it is barely harvestable and has little impact on the yield.
On the second day after returning to the village, Feng Yijiajia rarely went out to collect herbs. He started to harvest corn in the fields early in the morning with a basket on his back.
The soul has not done farm work for many years, but the body of twenty-something is very skilled in various farm work.
He stretched out his hands, grabbed a corn cob in one hand and twisted it. Two snapping sounds were heard at the same time, and two corns were broken off. He threw them into the basket on his back, one on the left and one on the right, and then moved on.
The whole process was as smooth as flowing water.
Ignoring the sweat on his face, it was quite pleasing to the eye.
Meng Sheng, who had just followed secretly, saw the thin man carrying a heavy backpack that covered most of his body. His eyes and heart were filled with heartache.
Corn stalks taller than people stand densely packed one after another.
It creates a relatively private space like a tent.
Meng Sheng entered the cornfield and walked straight to the people. He picked up the eight-tenths full basket from Feng Yijia's back and put it on his own back. He reached out to help crack the corn.
The cornfield blocks the view but not the sound.
Feng Yijia leaned closer and asked in a low voice in surprise, "Why are you here?"
Meng Sheng kept moving his hands, concentrating on breaking the corn cob and humming, "Come over to do something good.
I’m worried that someone might get sick from overwork if they’re not in good health yet.”
Feng Yijia felt touched and uneasy.
She was touched by this guy's loyalty, but she was worried that if her behavior was seen and spread, his mother would come to her house and scold her.
After living next to each other for so many days and listening to the noises from both sides every day, Feng Yijia had a deeper understanding of Chen Hongxing's sharp tongue when she was young.
She stretched out her hand to try to grab the backpack, and said hurriedly: "No, I'm well now.
Just take it slow and incremental.
This morning, your mother told you to go to the fields to harvest beans. Go quickly! Don't delay, or you'll get scolded!"
Meng Sheng: ...
The downside of living close to someone is that you can’t establish an image of yourself as someone who is tall and reliable.
He took a few steps sideways to avoid Feng Yijia's hand and continued working in a depressed mood.
He said in a complicated tone, "Yesterday I went to my great-grandfather's house. His health is getting worse. I don't think he will make it."
Feng Yijia's attention was immediately diverted, and he stopped chasing the man away. After a moment of silence, he said, "If a son is not taught well, it is the fault of the father. Even three-year-old children in later generations know this truth.
Even if he dies from the blow, it's his fate!"
"I know, but I feel a little uncomfortable. I ate a lot of candies he gave me when I was a child." Meng Sheng replied dejectedly.
Feng Yijia had little connection with Meng Jiefang's family, and she felt only pleasure in taking revenge. She understood people's mixed feelings, but didn't know what to say.
There was a moment of silence between the two of them, with only the crackling of corn being broken apart as the only sound.
After a while, feeling the basket on his back getting heavier and heavier, Meng Sheng put aside some useless emotions and said to Feng Yijia: "You can slowly collect the corn by yourself.
But rice was not a success. It was a struggle to move the half-bucket and the threshing fence for the rice. It was not an easy job to travel along the mountain road to pay the tax.
Why don't you go back today and tell them that your injuries haven't healed yet, and rent out the rest of the land except for the vegetable plot, and just bring in some food!"
Feng Yijia rubbed his sore shoulders, feeling indignant again about the fact that he had not gained strength after his rebirth.
After thinking for a while, he nodded: "You're right. I'll ask Feng Chunhua later to see if anyone is willing to lease my land."
Seeing that he had convinced the person and that his backpack was full, Meng Sheng carried it out of the cornfield.
Feng Yijia hurriedly chased after him upon seeing this and whispered, "Hey, put it down, I'll carry it back.
If someone sees you helping me with my work, I'll bite my tongue to pieces!"
"What are you afraid of? You are not in good health, and I am happy to help others.
Don't make a fuss, just pretend to be weak and come back slowly!" Meng Sheng had long legs and had already walked several meters away after he finished speaking.
He deliberately bypassed his own bean field and took a remote and less traveled path to the village.
Feng Yijia: ·······, everyone has been arranged, and I can’t drag them along on the road. I can only watch them walk away while I fall behind, holding my stomach and pretending that my old injury has recurred.
I have to say that Meng Sheng’s luck was not very good today.
Chen Hongxing, who was taking care of the livestock and preparing breakfast at home, went to the vegetable garden to pick vegetables and came back. She happened to see her son carrying a basket of corn into the yard of Feng Yi's house next door.
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