The farmer collects wealth, cruelly bullying the leftovers 008 sells pumpkin porridge (part one)

  【008】

  "Mai'er, what's wrong? Just tell big sister." Tang Mi had already wiped away her tears.

  Tang Ke also looked at Tang Mai.

  That night, after dinner, in the middle of the night, Tang Mai, Tang Mi and Tang Ke, the three children, got out of bed and went to that wasteland. It was very cool at night, and when they went out, all three of them shivered. Fortunately, the moonlight was sufficient, and they could see the road clearly.

  Tang Mai had Tang Mi and Tang Ke dig sweet potatoes with her, they dug three big baskets. The three of them pulled the baskets back home, after Tang Mi and Tang Ke went back home, they were chased to sleep by Tang Mai. While Tang Mai stayed up all night washing the sweet potatoes clean, washing until both small hands were frozen stiff, but compared to the life of wearing silk and eating delicacies in her past life, she actually felt happy.

  After washing, the sky was already bright, she hurriedly hid the sweet potatoes and lay down in her room. When she got up with Tang Mi and Tang Ke, she learned that Lian Xiulan would continue to work in the fields today and not help at the landlord's house.

  The children all understood in their hearts and just became more obedient.

  After breakfast, Tang Mai didn't go to the fields with them and even asked Tang Yuanshan to let Tang Mi and Tang Ke stay behind to accompany her.

  Tang Yuanshan and Lian Xiulan naturally agreed, no matter how much more work they had to do. But Tang Mi still wanted to help out, until Tang Mai looked at her with pitiful eyes, then Tang Mi compromised.

  Tang Mai stayed at home with Tang Mi and Tang Ke after Tang Yuanshan and Lian Xiulan left. After taking out the sweet potatoes, she asked Tang Mi to help cut them into small cubes. She then took Tang Guo out of the house, heading for Wang Shu's place.

  Wang Aunt had just gotten out of bed when she heard the knocking at the door. She opened it to see Tang Mai and Tang Guo, "Hey, Second and Third, come in quickly!"

  Tang Mai smiled awkwardly at Wang Shu and didn't go in, "Auntie Wang, can I borrow half a kilogram of rice from you? I'll definitely pay it back."

  "Rice?" Aunt Wang was stunned for a moment, and without even asking the reason, she went back, took out a small bag of rice, and handed it to Tang Mai. "What's all this talk about not returning? My house still has food, you can just take it."

  "Who's here?" A gentle voice came from the house, and Tang Mai looked up to see a young man in white clothes, probably Wang Shu's eldest son who taught school in the county.

  They are the two children of your sister Xiu Lan's family.

  "Hello, Wang." Tang Mai greeted with a smile.

  "Hello." Wang Qing walked over, seeing Tang Mai's deep eyes, slightly surprised. He had seen many children, but never one like Tang Mai who combined coldness and warmth at the same time.

  "Aunt Wang, Brother Wang, thank you for the rice. Aunt Wang, I'll head home first, and I'll return the rice to you this afternoon."

  "Oh dear, you kid, be careful on the road."

  "Good."

  "Aunt Wang, Brother Wang, goodbye." Tang Guo poked out his head and said shyly, then went home with Tang Mai.

  Back home, Tang Mi and Tang Ke had already cut a small basket of sweet potatoes. Tang Mai also joined in, and the four children were busy for almost half an hour before they finished cutting the sweet potatoes.

  Tang Mai immediately burned the fire, put the sweet potatoes and washed rice into a large pot to cook. After cooking for a while, the fragrance wafted out of the pot.

  "Sister, brother, can you find a bigger basin?"

  Tang Mi and Tang Ke didn't know what Tang Mai was doing and didn't ask, they just helped find everything that was needed.

  When the sky was bright, the three large bowls of pumpkin porridge were ready.

  "Sister, brother, Guoer, we're going to town."

  "Maier, what are you going to town for?" Tang Mi was the oldest of several children, seven years old this year, and also knew some things.

  "Go sell this thing." Tang Mai said with a smile, narrowing his eyes.

  "This?" It smells quite good, and it's even made with glutinous rice. But will anyone buy it? How much does it cost?

  "Sister, help me out, let's go to the town." Tang Mai saw Tang Mi's hesitation, this was her first chance to earn some small money, and she had to go to the town no matter what.

  "Sister, since Mai'er wants to go, then let's go." Tang Ke said with a mature expression.

  Tang Mai knew that this brother was the one who loved her the most. No matter what she did, he would unconditionally support her, even though they were only five years old now.

  In the end, all three of the older kids decided to go.

  Tang Guo was still young, so Tang Mai thought for a moment and took Tang Guo to Wang Shu's house, letting Tang Guo stay at Wang Shu's house while sending a large bowl of pumpkin porridge to Wang Shu.

  The bowl I gave to Aunt Wang yesterday was finished by her little son, and after finishing it, he shouted for another bowl.

  Wang aunt saw Tang Mai send another bowl over and saw that there was rice inside, she felt embarrassed.

  Tang Mai finished delivering the goods and settled Tang Guo down, just in time to see Wang Qing standing in front of the ox cart. It would be great if there was a car to take them to town. After thinking for a moment, he thickened his skin and walked up to Wang Qing, "Brother Wang, are you going to the county city?"

  Wang Qing heard the voice, lowered his head and saw Tang Mai standing in front of him, tilting his head to look at him, "Is that so? Going later, what's wrong? Does Er Ya Tou want to go play?"

  "Brother Wang, I'm not going to play, can you help me with something?" Tang Mai asked in a childish tone.

  "What's up?" King Qing stopped feeding the cattle and asked with a smile.

  "My sister, brother and I want to go to the town to rush to the fair, can you take us there?"

  "Rushing together? You three kids?"

  "Alright, alright, we're just going to take a look, sister knows the way, we won't get lost." Children in ancient times were always mature early, especially those from rural areas. Wang Qing thought that Tang Mi was already seven years old and could take care of her younger siblings without any problem, so she agreed.

  The means of transportation was found, and Tang Mai hurriedly ran back home. With the help of Wang Qing, the three children and two large buckets of sweet potato porridge packed in wooden barrels finally arrived at the town before the morning market began.

  Wang Qing put Tang Mai and others on the street that Tang Mai said, moved down two large buckets of pumpkin porridge from the car, bid farewell, and left.

  When Tang Mai and others arrived at this place, there were already many people shouting on the street, and pedestrians coming and going like flowing water, constantly flowing.

  Tang Mai lifted the corner of the wooden bucket, and a fragrance wafted out from inside. Tang Mai cleared his throat and loudly hawked, "Pumpkin porridge, delicious pumpkin porridge!"

  Tang Mi was startled by Tang Mai's sudden shout and her face turned red as she grabbed Tang Mai's sleeve, calling out in a low voice, "Mai'er..."

  Tang Mai looked back in confusion, "Sister, what's wrong?"

  "Nothing..."

  Tang Mai looked at Tang Ke again and found that his brother's immobile face also had a suspicious flush. Are kids these days all so shy?

  "Sister, if we sell it, we'll have money." Tang Mai looked at Tang Mi with a smile and held her hand, "Sister, don't be afraid, I'm here."

  She now only has the ability to shout on the street, and in the past, she must have spoken directly with the innkeeper or tavern owner.

  "Sell... sell... sweet potatoes..." Tangerine looked at the hand that was being held by her brother, and mustered up the courage. As the eldest child in the family, she naturally had to take care of her younger siblings. Even if she felt embarrassed, she still followed along and called out with them.

  "Selling pumpkin porridge——!" Tang Mi had not finished shouting when Tang Ke's voice came from beside her.

  Tang Mai heard the sound and laughed, her brother's awkwardly pretending-to-be-calm expression was really cute.

  Throughout the entire market, all the vendors calling out to sell their wares were adults, except for Tang Mai's stall, which was run by three children. No matter what they sold, it would pique everyone's curiosity, and many people were indeed curious, but no one spent any money buying from them.

  Tang Mai's gaze swept through the crowd and landed on a middle-aged man who looked like a merchant, walking past her side. She went up to him and grabbed his sleeve, "Uncle, buy a bowl of congee, it's very delicious."