Good luck and fortune come to the end of the world, the boss brings prosperity to the whole village

The scorching sun above is still scorching, and the trees and weeds on the roadside are wilted, like eggplants hit by frost.

The few of them gradually moved away from the village and turned onto a rugged path.

The two old men were talking in low voices.

"Look, it's already autumn, why is it still so hot? God is not giving us a way to survive!" As a farmer who has been serving the land for generations, the village chief is really worried.

"Isn't it? Along the way, I have seen many counties and cities suffering from water and food shortages. The common people are the ones who suffer the most!"

"Oh, that's not the case..."

It was no problem for Song Jixiang to carry several bags. He stepped forward and grabbed the medicine box that Doctor Gu was carrying, saying, "I'll help you carry it."

As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed to the front, listening to every word of the conversation between the two old men.

Based on her experience of living in the end times, it seems that God is about to turn against him, and there will either be a severe drought or a major disaster!

The older generation always says: If you have food in your hands, you will never have to worry!

Unfortunately, she didn't have a penny, and she had to support two children, one big and one small. She was so anxious that her heart was trembling.

Therefore, the most important thing for her now is to make money.

Otherwise, if you leave that family, you will end up with only one word: miserable.

Doctor Gu rested his hands on his knees, panting heavily, "Girl, stop, girl, I can do it myself, huff huff..."

"You deserve it. I told you to show off by following me."

Although the village chief was also gasping for breath due to exhaustion, he had been working for many years and was used to walking on mountain roads, so he could still hold on.

The village chief glanced forward and saw a small figure running like a rabbit. He pulled him back and said, "Let her go. It's also her intention. This girl is a good person. It's a pity..."

Not born in a good family.

Thinking that Jiang was still behind him, he stopped talking in time and did not say the rest.

……

After half an hour, they stopped in front of a house.

The village chief wiped the sweat from his forehead, pointed to the house in front of him, and said, "We're here. This is it."

The village chief's words were like heavenly music.

Several people breathed a sigh of relief at the same time; they had finally arrived.

Song Jixiang threw several bundles onto the grass, returned the medicine box to Doctor Gu, then sat down on the ground in an ungraceful manner and wiped the sweat off his face with his patched sleeves.

She is young, doesn't eat well, and has been overworked for years, so her foundation is still too weak.

After resting for a while, he couldn't help but look around the house in front of him.

This is indeed a house, although it is dilapidated.

Compared with the houses that villagers live in in the village, that is something that only rich people can afford.

These are not the point. The point is that she looks familiar.

In order to verify her suspicion, she patted her butt, stood up, walked around the house, and found a dog hole in the corner of the wall as expected.

There were a lot of branches piled on it, and a brick on top of it.

These are all her masterpieces.

On the first night she came through, she sensed energy fluctuations near this house.

She had planned to find out where this place was from among the villagers.

Unexpectedly, this place was presented to her on its own.

She felt that her time travel was worthwhile.

"How is it? Although this place is a little remote, it is still a big place. If you grow some vegetables and food, it will be enough for you three.

It’s just… it’s a little close to the back mountain. Once you’re settled, I’ll have a few people raise and reinforce the wall for you.”

The village chief asked, but his eyes were fixed on Song Jixiang.

He finally understood that this girl was a person with her own ideas. From now on, the affairs of the third branch of the Song family would have to be decided by this girl.

"Satisfied, very satisfied! Thank you, village chief!"

Song Jixiang bowed sincerely.

The village chief heard the joy in her voice, it didn't sound fake, it seemed she was truly happy.

Hmm? Then, is he still going to tell us about the bad rumors about this house? !

In fact, he had no other choice.

In the village, each house has its own hole.

Although he was the head of the village, he had no right to ask others to give up their own houses to accommodate the mother and her two daughters.

It’s not easy for anyone.

Forget it, forget it, just treat it as a white lie.

The village chief scratched his beard hard.

hiss--

"Hey, what are you doing?" Doctor Gu slapped his hand away.

"Oh, it's okay, it's okay. Let's go back, let's go back. Let's go back."

It is not easy for orphans and widows to stay here for too long.

The village chief walked back with his hands behind his back.

Doctor Gu shook his head and followed him.

Jiang led Song Jixiang and Song Xiaoqi and watched the two men walk away. Then she turned around to look at the somewhat dilapidated courtyard gate.

"Liu Ya, this place is too desolate. There is no house around."

Jiang looked around and felt uneasy.

This house is big, but it looks a bit creepy no matter how you look at it.

A gust of wind came, rustling the weeds.

Jiang hugged Xiao Qi tightly in her arms and trembled all over.

Song Jixiang saw the fear in Jiang's heart and stepped forward to support her.

"Mom, don't be afraid. This house has been uninhabited for a long time. When I clean it up, you will know how good it is.

Besides, we have no choice. The only reason we have a place to stay is because the village chief takes pity on us."

"Yes! Yes! We are homeless..."

Between the wolf den of the Song family and the desolate place, Jiang would rather choose the latter.

Jiang put Song Xiaoqi on the ground, patted his head and said, "Be good, Xiaoqi, don't run around. Mother and sister will go to clean up the house."

Song Xiaoqi seemed not to understand. He neither shook his head nor nodded, but silently played with the beads in his hand.

After a few hours, the weeds in the yard were cleared and piled in the corner, and could be burned directly as firewood.

Jiang straightened up, patted her aching back, and saw that Xiaoqi had fallen asleep leaning on the chair at some point.

He shook his head, took out a coat from his bag and covered the child with it.

After cleaning for a while, he went into the house to find Liu Ya.

The mother and daughter had discussed it beforehand.

She is responsible for weeding the yard.

Liu Ya is responsible for cleaning the house.

"Liu Ya, Liu Ya, where are you?" Jiang called softly as she walked into the room.

This house has seven or eight rooms, with the main room in the middle, and a kitchen and toilet next to it. Although they are a bit shabby, basic things can be used.

Jiang was not in a hurry even though she didn't get a response, after all they were in the same room.

Jiang walked quickly to the kitchen.

The kitchen was better than she had imagined. There were bundles of firewood piled against the wall, but they were a little damp and needed to be dried before they could be used.

There are all kinds of pots, pans, and utensils on the stove, and you can use them after washing them.

Jiang was delighted, thinking that it was God's blessing that gave her and her three daughters a chance to survive.

Ironware was not cheap during the Dayu Dynasty, and she was still worried about not having enough food to cook with, but now she has it all.

Just then, there was a rustling sound coming from the backyard.

Jiang's heart tightened, and he picked up a piece of firewood from the ground and walked towards the place where the sound came from with trembling steps.

"Mom, what are you doing with that stick?"

Song Jixiang was locking the backyard door. When she heard footsteps, she turned around and saw Jiang standing not far from her holding a wooden stick.

Seeing that it was her own daughter, Jiang hurriedly threw away the stick in her hand, walked over a few steps, grabbed Song Jixiang's arm and dragged her inside.

"Where have you been running off to, kid? Your mother called you just now, but you didn't respond."

Jiang was indeed frightened. She had just arrived in this strange place and was already feeling terrified. There was no man around her. If something happened, what would happen to her family of three?

Song Jixiang raised the pheasant in his hand and smiled proudly at Jiang, as if offering a treasure: "Look what this is?"

"Oh! Pheasants! Two at that!" Jiang was so surprised that her voice was several tones higher than usual.

It was getting dark and she was just about to cook dinner.

Today was the first day she got away from the Song family, and she wanted to make something delicious to celebrate.

But when he looked through the bag he brought, he found only a few black flour steamed buns in it, which Liu Ya got from somewhere.

She was just planning to go find some wild vegetables nearby to make soup.

It seems that it is no longer needed now.

How come her daughter is so capable?

"Hey, where did this come from?" Jiang was still a little worried and asked.

"Of course it was your daughter who beat her! Otherwise, do you think it was a gift from the gods?"

Song Jixiang smiled like a little girl, which was a rare moment, and joked.

"You little girl, stop talking nonsense. It's not okay to talk about Bodhisattvas." After saying that, he bowed towards the sky and muttered to himself, "Don't blame the gods and Buddhas in heaven. I am just a child and I don't know any better. I beg all the Bodhisattvas not to blame me..."

Seeing that she was serious, Song Jixiang couldn't bear to disturb her.

Carrying the pheasant, he walked towards the kitchen.

She had already walked around the yard to see which houses there were, so she went straight to the kitchen.

Jiang chased after him, snatched the chicken from Song Jixiang's hand, and said angrily, "Don't run to the back mountain alone in the future..."

"Mom, don't worry. I was just walking around. These two pheasants foolishly ran out. Who can I blame?"

Her stomach had been growling with hunger for a long time, and the moment she saw the pheasant, her mouth began to drool like crazy, and she couldn't stop saliva. She really wanted to eat the chicken right now.

How long has it been since this body had eaten meat?

How pitiful!

I will not do it again.