Although Ying Wangzhu and others were worried about this matter, they could not rush the village chief. After all, the matter needed to be solved bit by bit.
Early the next morning, as soon as Ying Qingci walked out, he saw Ying Qingjia and Ying Shuangzhu waiting in the yard for a long time.
She was stunned for a moment, thinking about what Huang Xuecao said yesterday, she couldn't help but smile.
"Uncle, second brother."
"Sister, are you going up the mountain today?"
On the contrary, Ying Qingjia, who got up so early, instead of showing any signs of getting out of bed, was very excited.
He has long wanted to go to the mountains to experience something. Every time his sister goes to the mountains, she brings back a lot of things. He feels that if he goes there, he will definitely bring back a lot of things.
Ying Shuangzhu didn't show it on his face, but he was very excited in his heart.
"Little niece, do we just bring a backpack like this?"
Watching Ying Qingci walk to the yard and pick up the basket in the corner, he spoke subconsciously.
He was worried that they would find too much stuff to fit in a single backpack.
Ying Qingci:...
You are thinking too much.
Do you really think you go into the mountains to pick up things?
However, after seeing them, Ying Qingci did have a plan in mind.
"Uncle, second brother, you should also bring a few more backpacks. We will dig up the remaining yams later."
"All...digging?"
Although the yams taste good, if they dig them all, the three of them will have three backpacks. Not only that, Ying Qingci also asked them to bring a lot of storage tools. Are there so many yams on the mountain?
Moreover, if they bring them all back, they won’t be able to finish them even if they eat them every day, right?
"Can we finish?"
When Ying Qingci heard Uncle Ying's words, he couldn't help but smile, "Yam is a kind of medicinal material. If we can't eat it all, we can sell it in the town or county government."
The town is relatively close, but the county is far away. It takes them almost a day to get from the county to Qingyang Village, so it is better to go to the town to save time.
"Sell?"
Ying Shuangzhu's eyes lit up. They had only been in Qingyang Village for a few days. They had been spending the past few days and the family had no income. Now when he heard what Ying Qingci said, his mind suddenly became active.
"Little niece, are there many yams on the mountain?"
"a lot of."
Ying Qingci nodded, and when he saw Ying Shuangzhu's look, he knew what he was thinking.
This mountain belongs to Qingyang Village. As long as people in the village can enter and exit freely, the village will not charge anything for what they can find. It is up to you to find as much as you can.
Ying Qingci had already inquired about this with the village chief before going into the mountains, so now he could go into the mountains to dig yams without any burden.
"That's great, let's go quickly."
"My dear, do you want to dig yams to sell?"
Before they left the door of the house, Huang Xuecao's voice suddenly came out, and Ying Qingci and others looked over subconsciously.
Ying Shuangzhu wanted to say something, but Huang Xuecao pushed him away and walked straight to Ying Qingci.
"Yes, milk, there are a lot of wild yams on the mountain. If we don't dig them out, they will stay there forever. If we dig them out and sell them in the town, we can also increase our income."
She knew that Huang Xuecao was anxious because of things at home. The wasteland was not cultivated well, and things happened in the village. The family had no income for a while.
No income means no money to buy food. Without food, they cannot live.
"In this case, I will join you."
With that said, Huang Xuecao didn't give her a chance to refute, and hurriedly went to get the backpack and headed up the mountain.
Since Ying Qingci compiled her first backpack, the number of backpacks at home has gradually increased. It is convenient and saves money. It is always better to prepare more backpacks.
In the end, the original three people became four people, plus a little carrot head, Ying Qinghao.
In the past, when they were in Yingjia Village, if there was no food at home, they would go up the mountain to find some. However, as more people went up the mountain, they would find less food.
The back hill of Qingyang Village is much richer in resources than the back hill of Yingjia Village.
Although the villagers in Qingyang Village live relatively poor lives, this mountain is a forbidden land in their hearts. Only a few hunters go to the mountain to hunt. This is inseparable from the previous story of the Zhang family.
"Xiao Qi, be careful, we'll be there in a minute."
"Okay~"
Ying Qinghao held Ying Qingci's hand and walked towards the mountain step by step without anyone else's help. When he reached the mountain, his little face turned red.
My little head was also dizzy, as if I was drunk.
When Ying Qingci saw this, he was angry and funny, and refused to let him come. He looked aggrieved, and he was so tired after letting him come.
I really don’t know what to say to him.
After arriving at the destination, Huang Xuecao put Ying Qinghao in a relatively open place and let him play by himself. As for them, they were going to dig wild yams.
"Hey, are these wild yams?"
They had never seen wild yams before. They had only seen the wild yams brought back by Ying Qingci. They did not expect that yams grew in the ground.
"Yes, Nai, uncle, second brother, it's best not to break the yam when you dig it, otherwise, its value will be reduced."
This is true. For them, it doesn't matter if they eat it or not, but if they want to sell it, they must ensure the quality.
"good."
There are indeed a lot of yams in this area, probably spreading over half of the hillside. Although Ying Qingci had a rough estimate before, but after seeing the results of the four of them in the morning, he remained silent.
I saw that the backpacks they brought were already full, and there were layers of yams placed on the ground, which looked like they weighed dozens of kilograms.
As for the backpacks they brought, each basket contained about forty or fifty kilograms of yams. They brought a total of six baskets, which weighed almost three hundred kilograms.
After calculating the approximate weight, Ying Qingci stretched her somewhat stiff arms. She had been digging yams with a shovel all morning, and her arms were a little numb.
"My dear, are your hands numb?"
Huang Xuecao walked up to her, put down the tools in his hands, raised Ying Qingci's arm, and held it for her.
In the past, she was reluctant to let Ying Qingci work. Unexpectedly, after escaping from famine once, Ying Qingci became the mainstay of the family.
"Milk, it's okay. You'll be fine soon."
"That won't work." Huang Xuecao said with a tigerish face, "If you don't squeeze it properly now, you will feel sore and painful when you get better tomorrow."
This is not a joke, it is real. These are the experiences she has accumulated from many years of work. Ying Qingci has never been so tired before, so she must give it a good rub.
