Chapter 709: No More Selling to Farmers

When He Xiyan saw what he wrote, it seemed like a hot spring flowed through her heart. She did not get up, but continued with the work in her hands.

"Hurry up, it should be almost done in half an hour." She urged, yawning several times.

In the end, they were busy until 11 o'clock in the evening to finish all the work.

The villagers went to bed very early. At this time, no house was still lit.

Going to bed early and getting up early is the most normal work and rest schedule for the villagers. Only the two of them often worked until late at night.

The next day they got up very early again, getting up at dawn.

He Xiyan asked Chen Jiahang to push out the cart at home, and then move the things they wanted to take to the county town one by one onto the cart.

They were all local specialties, including 50 bottles of chopped pepper sauce and chopped pepper radish, 50 bottles of spicy fermented bean curd, 15 kilograms of fire-cooked fish, 8 kilograms of salt and pepper dried shrimp, and 100 local eggs.

These things add up to more than 100 kilograms.

But Chen Jiahang is strong, even without a cart, he can easily carry these things to the road at the entrance of the village.

"Yanyan, why do we have to carry so many things?" After moving the things, Chen Jiahang spoke in simple sign language, frowning tightly, looking at his wife in confusion. It's just a trip to the city for a physical examination, why do we have to bring so many things? This is taking all the money that can be sold at home.

"Of course it's to sell." He Xiyan answered without thinking. It's not easy for them to go to the city from this mountain. Besides, she mainly wants to go there to see if she can find a good job or make a living. She can't guard more than ten acres of land in the countryside every day. She doesn't know how to farm. She doesn't have such a good body. She will get dizzy and heatstroke after two hours in the sun. Moreover, she works very slowly and can't help at all.

"What about the goods we promised to sell to the farmers and merchants? They will come to buy them on Monday. If we can't deliver, they may not order our goods next time." Chen Jiahang heard her say this and hurriedly wrote in a small notebook, looking a little anxious. He is a very trustworthy person. He will definitely do what he promised to others. Besides, if there are no farmers and merchants to buy their goods, what will they do in the future.

He Xiyan pulled him out and locked the door.

"Don't sell it to them. We will find a channel to sell it ourselves." He Xiyan smiled at Chen Jiahang. Knowing that his brain is not working well, he only has the IQ of a child and thinks about problems very simply, so he is often taken advantage of or taken advantage of in this village.

Chen Jiahang opened his eyes wide, and his dark eyes were still full of confusion. It seems that he doesn't understand what He Xiyan means by finding a channel to sell.

He followed her with these things, wanting to continue asking her why, but because he couldn't speak, he couldn't ask.

He Xiyan walked in front, humming little songs from time to time, some of which she hummed naturally, and she herself didn't know how she could sing these songs.

The air in the mountains is fresh, making people feel refreshed when walking on the road.

At about 6:30 in the morning, they came to the road at the entrance of the village, moved all the things they were going to bring to the intersection, and left the cart at a family surnamed Zhang at the entrance of the village.

There is only one bus to the city a day, starting from Lanjiang Town, more than 60 kilometers away, and it will pass the intersection of Mangshan Village at around 7 o'clock in the morning. They just need to wait here.