Mrs. Hua has already prepared lunch.

He shouted at the top of his lungs, "Wen, Yunrou, and Xiao Nianyou, please come back soon for lunch."

The old lady is really smart now. She knew that Hua Xiaonian would not eat with them, but she still called them all.

Did you hear that, she also called that little ancestor!

This grandma of hers has no favoritism!

However, my little ancestor had activated a defense system that automatically blocked her from calling her name.

The little nun who was sitting obediently waiting for Li Hu to cook slightly turned her head and looked at Don Wen who was still wiping tears from her side.

"Donor Wen, someone called you to go home for dinner!"

In fact, Donor Wen no longer cries, but burps with tears from time to time.

When Xiao Nian reminded her, she burped in tears again.

Then, she didn't know if the hiccups had knocked her brain out, but it took her a while to understand what her daughter was saying.

She was... kicked out by her daughter again, right?

Wow, this is getting more and more heartbreaking!

Let’s look at Li Dazhuang’s side again.

The Li family's resting place was not far from the Hua family. Hua Yunrou had just returned from sending Li Dazhuang back when he heard his grandma's shout.

She asked Li Dazhuang again, "Brother Dazhuang, are you really okay?"

Li Dazhuang was only concerned about the pain somewhere and didn't notice Mrs. Hua's voice at all. Hearing Hua Yunrou ask himself again...

He hurriedly responded, "It's okay, it's okay. I just accidentally knocked it. I'll be fine after some rest. It's no big deal."

After that, he asked Hua Yunrou to sit down and take a rest.

Obviously he didn't want Hua Yunrou to go back, and he was afraid that Hua Yunrou would ask him how he got hurt after he stayed, so he took the initiative to cover it up first.

Although Hua Yunrou is weak, she is not stupid.

She saw Li Dazhuang's cover-up, but responded calmly.

"That's good. Brother Da Zhuang, you should have a good rest first. My grandma asked me to go back for dinner, so I'll leave first."

How dare Li Dazhuang let her go?

He immediately stood up and took Hua Yunrou's hand, "Yunrou, you..."

What he wants to say is, Yunrou, don’t leave...

But because he got up too fast, he accidentally touched an injury somewhere, and the sudden pain made him unable to utter another word.

Seeing his pain, Hua Yunrou's previous clarity of mind suddenly turned into bubbles, and she hurriedly ran over to help him.

He comforted him, "Brother Da Zhuang, please don't get up. I won't leave, so I will stay here with you."

Completely ignoring the cunning look in donor Li Dazhuang's eyes.

Since she won't go back, Hua Yunrou can only have lunch at Li's house.

In order to please Hua Yunrou, Li Dazhuang specially asked his mother to cook more rice, but he was also afraid that Hua's family would come looking for her before Hua Yunrou returned...

He also asked my mother to go and inform the Hua family.

When Mrs. Wen heard that her eldest daughter wanted to have dinner at Li's house, she was originally unwilling to do so. After all, the two children were only engaged but not yet married.

Yunrou feels a little inappropriate now that the man is eating.

But I can’t bear what Li Dazhuang’s mother would say.

"Oh, mother-in-law, Yunrou is already engaged to my family's Da Zhuang, so she is also the daughter of my Li family."

"It's normal for me to leave my daughter to eat at home, don't you think?"

Wen's...

Thinking about the last time Li Dazhuang knelt down and begged for their consent for Yunrou, he probably couldn't be more dissatisfied with Yunrou, so she didn't say anything more.

The fleeing team must continue.

After lunch, the village chief shouted to everyone to pack their bags quickly and start their journey.

The villagers had been on the run for so many days, and today they still had a rare half-day rest. They were very sad when they heard that they had to go on the road again.

They originally thought that they would be able to eat free porridge and steamed buns when they arrived in the county town, and they could rest for a few more days, but in the end, there was nothing.

Without food relief, they had no choice but to buy food themselves.

If they continue like this, they may starve to death before they reach their destination because they can't afford food!

The village chief also considered this issue. On the way, he was thinking, what kind of work can he do to make some money?

There are many women in the village, and most of them can embroider and make shoes. Why not let the women make some shoes to sell?

As for the men, most of them are good at weaving baskets.

Although it is winter now, the branches are dry.

But there were reeds by the river, and the river had long since dried up, so it was easier for them to go down to the river to cut the reeds.

Reed grass is also dry, but as long as it is soaked in water for a few hours, the grass will become soft and easy to weave.

The village chief suddenly felt that he had discovered a way to make money.

While he was still on his way, he suddenly stood up from the bullock cart and asked everyone to stop for a moment.

After that, he got off the oxcart and asked a villager from each household to come over to him. He had something important to say.

When the villagers learned that the village chief wanted to make money by weaving baskets, everyone was very interested, but at the same time they also had questions.

"Village chief, where can we sell the baskets we weave?"

"Yes, village chief, we are full of refugees on our way to escape the desert, and their pockets are cleaner than their faces. Who can buy our basket?!"

The village chief hurriedly waved to everyone to be quiet, "Everyone, please be patient. The baskets we weave can be sold in the next town."

They are still a long way from the next provincial capital, but not very far from the next town.

"Village chief, you must have forgotten that people from other villages have to pay the city fee whether they enter the provincial capital or the town."

Since the number of refugees fleeing the desert last month has increased...

The government issued an approval document. Anyone with a household registration in an out-of-town or out-of-town city who wants to enter the town or city must pay money!

They had just passed through the county town, and they could see whether this was true or not.

The village chief also thought about this problem.

I have to admit that the villagers' concerns are not unreasonable.

If the cost of entering the town is more than the money they get from selling the baskets, then there is no point in making money by weaving baskets.

The village chief hesitated.

Hua Xiaonian sat on the bullock cart and listened to the villagers' discussions.

Although the village chief and others didn't talk loudly, the little ancestor was a martial arts practitioner, and his hearing was far superior to ordinary people.

Besides, the village chief and others are talking about "making money"!

As long as this little ancestor hears those two words, his eyes will light up.

She also captured the key points of the village chief's words...

Make money by selling things.

Oh, you dumb guy seems to make a lot of sense.

She poked Li Hu, who was driving the cattle cart in front, and asked, "Do we have anything we can sell?"

The little ancestor didn't seem to understand the village chief's meaning.

The village chief wanted to find some outside things and make them into handicrafts to make money, but the little ancestor wanted to sell the extra things!

Li Hu is really a confused bunch.

Looking carefully at the equipment on the carriage behind him, he really couldn't figure out which items were redundant?

Oh, they also have three old hens!

A few days ago, Mrs. Wen just told him that his little ancestor cannot eat meat.

Is it possible that the boss wants to sell the chicken?

This is not okay!!

If he sells the old hen, how can he make scrambled eggs with wild vegetables for his boss?

He has discovered that his boss will be very happy every time he eats scrambled eggs with wild vegetables, and he hopes to use this specialty dish to tie up his stomach.

Must not be sold!

He just wanted to discuss it with his boss again.

"Boss, I think we should follow the example of the village chief and make some handicrafts for sale, so we shouldn't sell the three old hens."

"We still hope that the old hen will lay eggs for cooking."

The little ancestor was holding his cheek and thinking, what should he sell to make money, when he suddenly heard brother Li Hu say selling old hens?
Chapter completed!