The cannon fodder of Quick Travel got what he wanted

Everyone in the village was curious about why Wen Xuhai didn't bring his second brother along to develop together, and no one had ever heard Wen Xuhai mention Wen Gang.

The villagers murmured that Wen Xugang must have done something that displeased Wen Xuhai, so the two families broke up.

Wen Xuhai didn't let the villagers imagine too much and smiled bitterly: "When my parents separated our third room, my second brother instigated my parents not to give our third room any food..."

The division of the Wen family was seen by all the villagers at the time, and it caused a lot of excitement for a long time.

The things given to Wen Xuhai during the division of the family property were too little, and he was only given enough food to last for three months.

It turned out that Wen Xugang was instigating this behind the scenes. If they didn't give them food, wouldn't Wen Xuhai's family starve to death?

No wonder Wen Xuhai dislikes Wen Xugang, it turns out there is such a trick behind it.

The villagers looked at Wen Xugang with contempt. They were brothers. Even if Wen Xuhai had been a bad person in the past, he, as the second elder brother, would not starve his younger brother's family to death, right?

If it were them, they would hate Wen Xugang to death.

It is indeed normal that Wen Xuhai does not associate with him.

The villagers thought that it would be better if they didn’t have any contact, as there would definitely be one more spot in the workshop.

After the New Year, the workshop was completed.

Wen Xuhai was busy running around, taking the recipe given by Boss Wen and trying to make sweet potato noodles with his wife.

Wenqiao Yin became an idler and was sent to live with his uncle. His aunt was asked to work there, and Zhang Daming's mother also went with them.

Zhang Daming knew that her father ran a workshop, so he came to ask her if he could let his mother work there as well. He also assured her that his mother was hardworking, honest, hardworking, clean and hygienic.

He counted his mother's advantages on his fingers like a salesman promoting a product.

Wen Qiaoyin thought that Zhang Daming had indirectly saved Tang Yueli. If he hadn't taken him to the secret base, Tang Yueli would not have been discovered.

She did not hide it from Zhang Daming and told him that the man in black was the cousin of County Magistrate Gao.

Zhang Daming subconsciously said: "Not a killer?"

He was so scared that he didn't dare to go over and take a second look.

Zhang Daming knew the killer because he was a famous storyteller in their village who told stories every day. Zhang Daming loved to bring some snacks to visit the storyteller's home and listen to him tell stories about various things happening outside.

So when I see a man in black, I instinctively think of a killer.

Zhang Daming was really afraid of bringing disaster to his family, so he didn't dare to get closer to take a second look.

The old storyteller said that even though the person was lying on the ground unable to move, if the killer wanted to kill him, it would only take a few breaths.

When Zhang Daming heard that he was not a killer, his tense body relaxed.

Wen Qiaoyin looked into his clear eyes without a trace of jealousy. Instead, he breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help laughing.

She directly agreed to let Zhang Daming let his mother work in the workshop, and asked her father to take care of her more and pay her a slightly higher salary.

Wen Xuhai knew that it was because Zhang Daming brought his daughter into the cave that there was a chance to rescue Tang Yueli, so he agreed immediately.

Zhang Daming's father was a carpenter. Knowing that his wife had a job, he made a wardrobe and gave it to Wen Qiaoyin to thank her.

Wen Qiaoyin was too embarrassed to accept it, but Zhang's father forced her to accept it.

Wen Qiaoyin thought that Zhang's father's family also had sweet potatoes, "ask your father and grandmother to pick out the good quality sweet potatoes and sell them to the workshop for one penny per pound."

When Zhang Daming heard this, he stopped eating the peanuts and hurried back to inform his father.

"Cousin, one cent per pound, is that true?" Zhang Wenxuan thought the price was too high. Someone in the village had collected sweet potatoes before, and the price was uniformly one cent per three pounds.

"It's true. It's truer than gold. The prerequisite is that the sweet potatoes must be of good quality. We won't accept rotten or bad ones." Wen Qiaoyin learned about the purchase price of sweet potatoes in the countryside and gave a price.

Zhang Wenxuan nodded like a chicken pecking at rice: "Then will ours be collected as well?"

"If you sell it to a workshop, they will definitely buy it. I just tell you the price. If you sell it to me, I won't be able to pay for it." Wen Qiaoyin joked.

"You can talk to your village head and let the villagers sell sweet potatoes to earn some money." Wen Qiaoyin watched Zhang Wenxuan run out and said one more thing.

Because of the news brought by Wen Qiaoyin, the villagers of Zhangjia Village all took action and began to pick sweet potatoes. Those who planted fewer sweet potatoes this year expressed regret and asked why they didn’t plant more. This cost money!

Those who planted a lot were so happy that they couldn’t even see their teeth, especially when they got the money, they were grinning from mouth to mouth.

They saw how good the Zhang family's life was this year, and they even renovated their house.

Many villagers are jealous of the Zhang family. Now that they have sold sweet potatoes and become rich, their attention is no longer focused on the Zhang family. They all mutter about planting more sweet potatoes this year.

What they envied the most were the villagers of Wenjia Village. Now that they had built a workshop, they could work and earn money without having to go to town. It was so convenient.

Wenqiao Yin has also become very popular in Zhangjia Village and has started to be fed snacks.

The villagers in Zhangjia Village and Wenjia Village are all pretty good. There is no petty theft, and there are no particularly bad villagers who do anything to corrupt the local customs and habits.

It is normal to have some minor frictions and grudges.

Oh, people in Zhangjia Village are particularly fond of beating children. They really believe that beating children will produce filial sons.

Wen Qiaoyin passed by the doors of several villagers and saw that the doors were open and either the fathers were beating their children or the mothers were twisting their ears and scolding them.

Wen Qiaoyin’s favorite thing to do is to stand at the door and call uncle and aunt in a familiar manner. Then she would hear the uncles or aunts comparing her and scolding the naughty children for being incompetent at everything and eating nothing.

Every time this happens, I always get resentful looks from the beaten children.

Is Wen Qiaoyin the kind of person who just likes to watch the fun?

Well, she is!

So, in order to make the children more impressed, Wen Qiaoyin opened his mouth and complained: "Uncle, you don't know that Erhu hid biscuits in the toilet..."

"Uncle, I am also a friend of Erhu. Goudan said that he came out to drink water that night and heard the sound of someone dropping a treasure..."

"Erhu!" It was pitch black at night and he couldn't see when going to the toilet. Then something fell from his head and hit him on the head. He was so scared that he missed a step and fell, and his other foot stepped into the pit.

"Aunt, please stop hitting me. Maodan didn't mean it. Erhu saw Maodan take out the salted fish from home and grilled it to eat. Aunt, are you starving Maodan and letting him eat alone in the mountains?"

"Maodan, you unlucky bastard!" The salted fish was intended to be eaten during the New Year, but Maodan actually ate it secretly. She thought it was taken away by a weasel.

"Mom, it hurts so much. The salted fish is already half a year old. You'd better let me eat it. If I keep it here any longer, it will go bad..." Maodan defended.

His mother pulled his ears again, spitting all over his body, and started to beat his butt with a thin bamboo stick.

Maodan: Woohoo, it hurts so much...

Wen Qiaoyin, this bad guy, has really gone too far. It would have been fine if he just watched the fun, but he also went so far as to file a complaint.

And their good brothers actually betrayed them. I want to break up with them!