Jiang Zhiyue looked around and found that there were only a few people left.

These people totaled less than forty, and they all looked miserable.

Like the man who just spoke, they all looked at her sincerely.

It seemed as if Jiang Zhiyue's next answer was crucial.

This was indeed the case. Not only were the passers-by waiting for her answer, but even the people in Jiangjia Village who were deliberately separated from the Jiang family by a short distance came over after hearing this.

They thought Jiang Xiucai's family could give them this food!

If that girl really agrees to sell food to the refugees, what will they do?

Jiang Zhiyue hesitated for a moment before saying awkwardly: "Although we have a lot of food, we also have a lot of family members."

Hearing this, those with hopeful eyes thought there was no hope, and their eyes dimmed.

But things turn around so quickly.

Jiang Zhiyue continued: "So I can only sell you part of the food."

The surprise that fell from the sky stunned those people. Unexpectedly, Jiang Zhiyue agreed.

Although they knew that this request was excessive, they could not survive even two days without food.

"We understand, we understand, thank you girl, woo woo woo..." Some people knelt on the ground happily and began to cry as they spoke.

Others in the Jiang family and Wang family did not refuse. Anyway, they felt that whatever Jiang Zhiyue did was right.

However, some people disagreed.

Later, when the people in Jiangjia Village heard that Jiang Zhiyue had agreed to sell grain, they couldn't sit still for a moment.

What will they do if they sell it to others?

Mr. Jiang Kangde's second daughter-in-law ran out from behind and exclaimed: "No, how can I give them this food for free!"

"If you want to give something, it can only be given to us, not to those outsiders."

Mrs. Wu also stood up and said, "That's right, if your family feels that there is too much food, we all know it from the same village. Shouldn't this be given to us?"

Jiang Zhiyue sneered and asked, "When did I say it was for free? They paid for it and I paid for the food. If you want to buy it, you can."

She turned her gaze to Mrs. Wu again and mocked: "Now you will know that we are from the same village. I wonder where we just hid."

"Why should I give you my food? You are so shameless!"

Mrs. Wu was ridiculed, but she immediately realized that if she cared about this little face, then she would not be the Mrs. Wu that everyone in the village was afraid of.

She said confidently: "The group just now had knives in their hands, why should we come out? Besides, don't you all have knives too?"

"Looking at how vicious you were just now, those two carts of food were probably taken from others, so they should be given to us."

"We are helping you. Your family did something evil and we helped you with the stolen goods. You still have to thank us!"

The Jiang family and those who gathered together to buy some food from the Jiang family were simply stunned by Mrs. Wu's shameless speech.

And the refugees who were waiting for life-saving food from the Jiang family were also extremely panicked.

I was afraid that the old lady would tell this little girl not to sell her to them.

Before Jiang Zhiyue could say anything, Mrs. Jiang, who was very angry, caught Mrs. Wu and beat her up.

"I told you to be shameless, but you still have the nerve to say such things. I think you have forgotten why my family was kicked out, and yet you still have the nerve to ask for our food. I will beat you to death, you shameless old woman."

Pah~pah!

Mrs. Wu was pushed to the ground and slapped twice. When she came to her senses, she wanted to resist.

However, she had not been able to eat well during these days of escaping from famine. She was no match for Mrs. Jiang.

After a while, he was pushed to the ground and beaten until he screamed.

Mrs. Zhang and Mrs. Sun had long disliked the daughters-in-law of their eldest uncle's family. If they caught the second daughter-in-law who came out to show off, they would give her a fat beating.

Jiang Zhiyue saw that her family had not fallen behind, so she felt relieved and continued to talk about what she had just said.

Soon, these people lined up and looked forward expectantly.

Just like when they sold grain in Jiangjia Village, they limited the amount of grain each person could buy.

But even if they don't restrict it, these people won't be able to take out that much money.

Jiang Zhiyue watched them carefully take out the scattered copper plates from their arms and bundles, and her eyes suddenly felt a little hot.

No matter what time it is, it is the people at the bottom who suffer.

But she couldn't expose herself, so she could only sell the food to them in this way.

She didn't take a scale with her when she went out, and all the food she sold went through Jiang Zhiyue's hands.

She weighed the food in her hand and handed it over.

She would always try to put in more food for them.

Those people also weighed the obvious extra weight, and looked at the Jiang family with even more grateful eyes.

Although Jiang Zhiyue deliberately put a lot of food in when loading it, there were not many people buying food, and not even one cart was sold out.

It seems that we still need to push two more trolleys, which will really delay our journey.

Also with them were Uncle Wang and Grandpa. She couldn't just perform a magic trick for them to disappear with her hand.

But Jiang Zhiyue soon discovered that her thoughts were completely over-the-top.

Mrs. Wu and the old man's second daughter-in-law who had just caused trouble were given a lesson.

Although no one dares to touch the Jiang family anymore, they can buy food just like those people.

Soon, several people came out of the queue in Jiangjia Village and asked if they could buy food.

The Jiang family would not refuse, so they bought the remaining grain at the price they had just sold to the refugees.

Seeing that the price of food this time was only the price of food in normal times, many people in Jiangjia Village couldn't sit still.

Their family had no food confiscated, and their current support depends entirely on what they bought from Jiang Xiucai's family.

But it would take more than half a month to get to the city of Mizhou, and the little food I bought at the beginning would not be enough.

So they all went to Jiang's house to buy food.

On the contrary, Mrs. Wu and the others, who usually clamored for the Jiang family to take out the food and distribute it, made no move.

They all collected some grain to some extent, so they saved a lot of food on the way and there was no shortage of food to eat, but they were just greedy that the Jiang family had so much more.

That's why they instigated those families who had no food to join them in attacking the Jiang family.

After the crowd dispersed, Mrs. Zhang looked at the two empty carts, walked to Song Furong and said, "Fu Rong, do you need these carts? If so, take them."

Song Furong asked in surprise: "You don't want this?"

After all, this is a big item in the house, so how can I just throw it away?

"We don't have that many things to pack, and it's troublesome to carry them around. If you want to use them, just take them directly," Ms. Zhang said.

She had already asked Mrs. Jiang and the others in advance and knew that they did not want the cart.

Rather than letting someone take it away, why not give it to Furong, that's why I asked this question.

Song Furong glanced at Ms. Zhang gratefully. She had a large family, but she only had one cart and had to carry a lot of things.

After driving like this all day, I was really tired.

It would be much easier if there was another cart.

She felt extremely guilty when she thought about the children in her family who had followed the villagers in asking for food from the Jiang family.

"Guiying, you are so kind to our family." Song Furong was so moved that her eyes turned red.

Zhang's name is Zhang Guiying.

"What are you talking about about our relationship? Let's take it back quickly." Mrs. Zhang smiled, patted Song Furong, and handed her a baggage.

When she was in the village before, if something happened, Song Furong would always help her speak up.

Song Furong pulled a cart back, and Mrs. Jiang gave the remaining cart to another family in the village with whom she had a good relationship.

At Mr. Jiang Kangde's place, the second daughter-in-law had just been taught a lesson and she didn't dare to say anything.

I could only hide in the team and mutter in a low voice: "I really turned my elbows outward and gave everything to others. Even my own family couldn't think of it."

"That's right, I saw that Song Furong was handed a bulging baggage, and I don't know what good things are in it." The third daughter-in-law stared at Song Furong who came back with greedy eyes.

Mr. Jiang Kangde's mind was filled with all kinds of words that his sons and daughters-in-law had said in the past few days to slander his second brother's family, and he would be lying if he said he was not disappointed.

He angrily scolded: "Shut up, you only think about other people's things all day long. When did you become like this? Our family has harvested so many fields. Although I am a little tired from walking outside, when have you ever been hungry?"

Isn’t this all the food we harvested thanks to your second uncle’s family!”

"You also know that your second uncle's family is the same family. If you don't help me when something goes wrong, you will be there every time I stir up trouble!"

The old man was also very angry. He scolded them many times and couldn't stop coughing after he finished speaking.

As a result, his three sons not only did not feel guilty at all after hearing this.
To be continued...