It's really hard to just farm peacefully.

Chapter 330

The last time Jiang Ying returned to the village, she also brought a small bag of malt sugar for Jiang Yan. After learning that Jiang Yan was more interested in meat than sweets, she patted her chest and said that when she saved up 100 coins in her pocket, she would definitely buy some meat and come back to celebrate with her.

The money has been saved up now, but because the task came too suddenly, I didn’t have time to go to the market to pick up a piece of meat this time.

Jiang Ying felt that if she broke her promise again, her prestige as the big sister of Dongshan Village would definitely be reduced.

Jiang Ying was thinking about something, and her mouth and hands were not idle either.

Pick up a chestnut from the basket, peel it, put it in your mouth and chew it, then press the top lid of the bamboo tube and shake it vigorously several times.

"Boom~"

Jiang Ying pulled out the bamboo cover and was about to take a sip to quench his thirst, but he suddenly realized that there were two people in front of him staring at him, and he didn't know how long they had been staring at him.

Looking back, although I didn't make eye contact with the people walking in the back row, it seemed that they were indeed uncomfortable being stared at.

Jiang Ying's mind, which had been occupied by hunger and other things, finally started to work. She raised the bamboo tube and asked quietly, "Would you like to eat and drink something together?"

No one in the team responded.

Asking for trouble... Jiang Ying was too lazy to repeat herself when she got upset. She liked everything to eat and drink anyway, so it was just right that no one wanted to eat it.

Although Jiang Yan said that there wasn't much food, just enough to fill the stomach, the amount he gave was actually quite a lot.

It would be a good filling for a group of people, but if Jiang Ying ate it alone, she would not only be full, but also have some left over for Jiang Ai and Jiang An as snacks.

After figuring it out, Jiang Ying once again reached for the bamboo tube and was about to drink, when he heard the leading man say, "Wait, pour me a glass first."

This trip was urgent, and the water and dry food everyone brought were all provided by the government. A small bamboo tube of water and two dry biscuits were barely enough for two meals, but this amount was far from enough to work all night.

With the leader giving the proof, others also started to ask Jiang Ying for it.

Jiang Ying was speechless, but she poured a little soy milk into the bamboo tube they handed her.

The bamboo tube Jiang Yan gave was particularly large, at least six or seven times the size of the bamboo tubes used to hold water in the mansion. However, there were quite a few people who wanted to drink, so Jiang Ying poured a cup for the leader that was about 70% full, and the rest of the group could only get half a cup at most.

She must leave enough for herself.

After getting the soy milk, Jiang Ying didn't hesitate to ask for chestnuts. The bamboo basket in her arm soon became empty.

A group of people walked on the road, chewing chestnuts and drinking soy milk.

When they were almost done eating and drinking, someone finally praised them: "Jiang Ying, your village's cooking is really good. The porridge is delicious, and even the chestnuts have holes cut into them for easy peeling."

"Indeed, it would taste better if the juice was sweeter."

Jiang Ying rolled her eyes: "Are you here to give money to buy candy?"

The person who was speaking had an embarrassed expression.

But someone else had an idea: "Jiang Ying, are you planning to sell pulp in the city? If so, I'll definitely come and buy it."

Jiang Ying shook her head. "That little bit of beans isn't even enough for me to eat and drink, so where would I get the extra beans to make pulp and sell?"

The person asking the question was really craving for this, so after thinking for a while he asked again, "How about this, I'll send you a handful of beans before you go back to the village, and then you can bring me a cup of soy milk when you return home."

"Impossible." Jiang Ying refused without hesitation. "A handful of beans in exchange for a cup of pulp is like paying for nothing. The village is full of work, and there's no time for this."

"Hey, don't refuse so quickly. I can give you something more as a thank you..."

This time Jiang Ying didn't refuse outright. She thought for a moment before saying, "I won't contribute to this matter. I'll have to ask them how much the thank-you gift should be."