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She responded frankly: "I did, what's wrong?"

This simple question made the village chief's face relax a little, and his words became more natural and fluent: "Since you are picking them, I will let the young and old in the village help you pick them. How about ten cents per pound?"

When Ran He heard this, an inexplicable smile welled up in his heart and he almost couldn't help laughing out loud.

When did she mention the intention of large-scale acquisition? The mushroom matter had nothing to do with outsiders, so why did they always take the initiative and think they were responsible for it?

"I do accept it, but only if it's given to me by Puppy Egg."

Ran He's words were so decisive that the village chief, who was in high spirits, was stunned on the spot. It was as if he was suddenly poured with cold water and his heart was chilled to the bone. He couldn't utter a word.

Ran He did not show any mercy to the village chief and continued, "Of course I have the right to choose who to collect mushrooms from and who not to collect mushrooms from. Village chief, do you have anything else to say? If not, please go back. We are busy preparing lunch."

In Ran He's eyes, there is no essential difference between the village chief and the Gu family, so she doesn't need to put on a false smile to them.

When lunch was mentioned, the village chief seemed to wake up from a dream. A rich aroma of meat quietly penetrated his nose and rushed straight to his head. The taste was so tempting that he could hardly resist it. He couldn't help but secrete eager saliva in his mouth.

Everyone in the village knows that thanks to Zhu Cuihua's extensive publicity, Ran He's cooking skills have long been praised as the best in the village.

In such difficult days, the Ran He family actually had meat for every meal and had enough energy to engage in the mushroom business. This contrast makes people envious and a little jealous.

"Ran He, if you don't want to collect our mushrooms, then at least teach us how to dig herbs to make money."

The village chief's eyes rolled and he came up with a new idea.

"Those herbs are not yours. I have the final say over the land in the village. You must follow my instructions!"

There was a firmness in the village chief's tone, and his nostrils flared slightly, as if he was showing some kind of authority.

Ever since the matter of the herbs was leaked, Ran He had foreseen that such a scene might happen.

But at this time, she was mostly focused on studying the secrets of medicinal food, and was not so concerned about the matter of herbal digging.

Besides, the mountain behind is a public domain and is not under the jurisdiction of any individual or village.

Anyone has the right to explore and pick the herbs and wild vegetables that grow there, and the village chief's words are actually not binding.

Even if he really went to the county government, facts and reason would not be on his side, because his behavior was nothing more than relying on his title as village chief and trying to use the pressure of his position to achieve his goals. This behavior seemed particularly pale and powerless in front of the fair and selfless county government.

"Oh? Has the back mountain become Xiao He's private territory? Does the village chief think that his power is greater than those high-ranking officials in the county government, and that he can cover the sky with one hand and influence right and wrong at will?"

An intriguing smile appeared on the corner of Ran He's mouth, and he observed with interest the changes in the panic expression on his face, which gradually changed from a nervous blue to a pale color of fear.

"Then again, if I can go up the mountain to collect herbs, then you naturally have the same right to go and dig. I have never stopped anyone, so how can you say that you have exclusive rights?"

This sentence was obviously a mockery of the village chief. If there was really someone who knew how to dig herbs, why would he come to her for help in such a humble manner? This was clearly a deliberate insult and provocation.

"Ran He, if you insist on not giving in today, don't blame me for ordering my men to destroy all the herbs in the back mountain. By then, even your wish to dig up a single herb will be a vain dream!"

The village chief stomped his feet in anger. Since he could not gain any benefit from it, Ran He should not think of being able to keep himself out of it and enjoy any benefits.

In this closed small village, villagers often believe in "sharing the rich and the poor".

This is a distorted concept. Once someone tries to escape poverty alone, he or she will inevitably suffer from the jealousy and obstruction of others, and some people will even use any means to sabotage the efforts of others.

Originally, the village chief intended to use these threatening words to force Ran He to surrender, but unexpectedly, Ran He remained calm from beginning to end, and made an elegant gesture of leaving with a lighthearted attitude.

"Anything else? This is my personal place. If it's nothing urgent, please go ahead."

Being coldly treated again, the village chief's face was as gloomy as if covered with dark clouds. Even Erya at the village entrance was so scared when she saw this scene that she almost cried out loud.

Just then, Xiao Goudan returned with half a basket full of fresh mushrooms. Beads of sweat on his forehead rolled down his cheeks, showing how hard he had worked along the way.

"Aunt, I went to the woods early in the morning and picked these."

Although he was so tired that he could hardly breathe, Xiao Goudan's tone revealed irrepressible joy. He was finally able to share some of the hard work with his aunt, and a sense of accomplishment arose in his heart.

"Come in and take a rest. I will pay you according to the amount you have worked."

Ran He noticed keenly that when the village chief heard this, his anger caused his body to tremble violently, and he almost lost his balance. He staggered and half-knelt on the ground, looking embarrassed.

"Goudan, what does the village chief want to talk to aunt about?"

The innocent little dog did not understand the dispute between the adults, but he felt a strong sense of oppression from the sullen face of the village chief. Out of curiosity, he could not help but ask one more question.

"It's nothing serious. Old people are sometimes stubborn. This money is earned from your hard work. Take it well."

Ran He carefully weighed the mushrooms, a total of 50 kilograms, which was equivalent to 500 copper coins according to the market price. When the heavy copper coins fell heavily into Xiao Gou Dan's palm, he was so surprised that he could hardly hold it, with disbelief flashing in his eyes.

"Aunt, I really can't accept this money. Otherwise, I will volunteer to help pick mushrooms for a few days. It will be a small token of my mother's and my appreciation."

Gougoudan has his own principles and is full of gratitude for the job opportunity given by his aunt. He always wants to express his gratitude with practical actions.

"Take it. I will need your help with many things in the future. Besides, your mother's health is gradually recovering. We need to buy more supplements for her recovery. Now is the time when we need money."

Xiaogoudan was in a dilemma. On the one hand, he was deeply grateful to his aunt, and on the other hand, he was worried about his mother's health. He was really torn.

Finally, he carefully put away the money and secretly vowed in his heart that he would work harder in other aspects and repay his aunt's kindness with practical actions.

Thinking that Goudan's mother was still anxiously waiting at home, Ran He did not force Goudan to stay for dinner, but urged him to go home to accompany his mother and share this rare warm time.

The sun shines on the wheat, warm and bright.