Zhou Yan looked at the words written by Xiao Yu and hesitated: "They transferred all the passengers to the city. I'm afraid the city has been taken over by them."
"Then let's go to the province. We can't have the whole province controlled by these bastards."
Zhou Yan thought of the information Li Guihua had revealed, his eyes became firm, and he nodded: "Okay."
"Then let's steam this pot of buns and stir-fry some vegetables. We may not be able to cook in the next few days." Xiao Yu wrote.
Zhou Yan nodded: "Okay. Then I'll go wash the vegetables."
"Didn't you say there was a bamboo forest here?"
"right."
"Then go chop some thick bamboo and make some bamboo buckets. We'll use them to store the vegetables. Oh, and forget about the dustpans you promised me. You need to get two big baskets, otherwise it's going to be hard to take care of four kids."
"Okay." Zhou Yan responded after reading the words written quickly by the other party. He didn't even wash the vegetables and went straight to the bamboo forest to find an axe.
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"Hey, little brother, you're here too?"
"..." It was the middle of the night, and if Zhou Yan hadn't escaped death thousands of times, he would have been scared out of his wits. He had just entered the depths of the bamboo forest when he met a 'companion'.
From this person, Zhou Yan learned that the county now has a regulation that bamboo cannot be cut casually. Therefore, some people who make a living by weaving bamboo frames can only come here in the middle of the night.
"We have to come here secretly. It's true. There's such a large bamboo grove that's hundreds of years old. We can definitely cut it all down."
Zhou Yan nodded in feigned agreement.
Then the old man swayed a bit, then squatted down and dug in the snow. After a while, he actually picked up a plump winter bamboo shoot.
"Hey, this is good stuff."
"Winter bamboo shoots?"
"Ball against ball. Let's look for it quickly. This one is enough to give us a meal, hehe."
Upon hearing this, Zhou Yan also hurriedly searched around. The snow in the bamboo forest was thick, making winter bamboo shoots difficult to find. But perhaps because the forest was deep, he eventually found three or four. The old man was clearly experienced; with his "companion" by his side, he managed to find seven or eight. Moreover, he even brought a basket with him. Clearly, he came prepared.
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Zhou Yan looked at the frame on the old man's back and felt that his craftsmanship was good. Thinking about the things he needed to prepare in the evening, he couldn't let the little fool do it alone.
At this point, there was no point in saving the money for the frames. So, he cut a straight green bamboo, followed the old man home, and bought two wider frames for one dollar.
"At this price, I could have bought four or five in the past," said the old man.
Zhou Yan bought the frame without any further ado. He cut the bamboo into sections and left the remaining parts at the doorstep of the old man's house, allowing him to "make a profit".
"Little brother, come back if you need me!" The old man was so happy. He made money and even got enough bamboo to weave four or five frames. How could he not be happy?
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"I'm back late." When Zhou Yan came back, the steamed buns had already been cooked, and Xiao Yu was stewing a pot of cabbage and vermicelli soup with lard residue made from bacon.
Xiao Yu looked at what he was carrying and lifting, and shook his head.
Zhou Yan took out four bamboo shoots and asked, "Do you want to eat this?"
Winter bamboo shoots?
Xiao Yu certainly didn't mind adding a dish. He even thought four was too few.
"If you like it, I'll look for it again when you come back." Zhou Yan could see that Xiao Yu liked it.
Xiao Yu asked him to prepare the bamboo bucket and bamboo shoots. He first put the stewed vermicelli into a porcelain basin, waited for it to cool down a bit, and then put it into the bamboo bucket.
After peeling the bamboo shoots, throw them into the clean pot and cook. While the bamboo shoots are cooking, Xiao Yu hands Zhou Yan the note he wrote earlier.
Zhou Yan saw the message written on it: "Write a few letters and explain the situation here to the leaders clearly. You must mention the banditry and clearly state that you arrested the bandits. But somehow, you became a bandit. Also, include the incident of the passengers being bribed."
Zhou Yan read it and nodded: "Okay, I'll go write it. Then you..."
Xiao Yu waved his hands, a look of disgust on his face. He couldn't speak now, so it felt good to work alone. He wanted to avoid Zhou Yan being around, and he always wanted to make sure Mr. Zhou didn't feel ignored.
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The two worked until the early morning, finally packing up all the food and supplies. Then one of them hung a box in front of him and carried a quilt on his back before setting off.
The distance from Luohe County to the provincial capital is a bit far. In order to avoid stopping halfway, Xiao Yu asked Zhou Yan to find him the nearby mountain god temples, land god temples, city god temples, etc.
Zhou Yan naturally had no objection.
This incense is so useful that he wishes he could take his little land owner around the country.
So, they could have arrived at three or four in the morning, but the two of them stayed there until almost six in the morning just to collect incense.
Arriving at the provincial capital, Zhou Yan left Xiao Yu outside the army, and he went in to "deliver" letters of redress, carrying his two children on his back.
Xiao Yu felt that this guy definitely didn't trust him.
But it’s nothing.
He was originally a stranger to Mr. Zhou now.
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"Then I'll go to the vegetable market." Xiao Yu took out a flashlight and a pen and wrote, "When you're done, come find me at the nearby vegetable market."
"Are you going to pick up rotten vegetable leaves again?" Zhou Yan couldn't help but tease
Xiao Yu rolled his eyes. Is that rotten vegetable leaves?
"Don't be angry, I'll help you pick it up when I'm done."
"Let's go." Xiao Yu waved his hand and was the first to escape underground. He had collected hundreds of thousands of incense sticks along the way, so he wasn't worried about running out of them.
They were picking up rotten potatoes, sweet potatoes, rotten radishes, corn cobs, etc. They happened to pass by a vegetable purchasing point, which was throwing away some vegetables that did not meet the standards.
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