It's really hard to just farm peacefully.

Chapter 220

Jiang Yan dragged out the only broken bamboo ladder from the corner of the utility room, found some tools and worked hard to repair it, then carried the bamboo basket into the county town.

It's still early now, so there's still time for a round trip.

Jiang Yan originally planned to collect mountain products for a few more days before going into the city, but before going to bed yesterday, he remembered that he could take advantage of the good weather and sunshine now to take out the winter clothes and bedding to dry.

It has been kept in a box for over a year without seeing the sun. Although it won't get damp or moldy, there's always a smell.

However, when Jiang Yan got up early in the morning and went to the next room to open the suitcase, she was surprised to find that the bedding she had placed there was gone, and there were only two sets of thin summer shirts left.

She had been so busy these days that she only thought about checking how long the food could last, but forgot about winter clothes. She had to rely entirely on the spring and autumn clothes she brought back from outside.

He wore two sets of clothes, and when it got cold at night, he would only cover his belly button with a piece of coarse linen.

But even wearing all three sets of clothes won’t help you survive this winter…

Don't panic. Jiang Yan felt that he should get used to all kinds of accidents. It's just that clothes and bedding are gone, right?

That's fair use!

Think about the grave that her relatives and friends in Dongshan Village built for her. If she hadn't returned, they could only have built a cenotaph for her clothes and bones. A cenotaph for her clothes and bones, what could be more precious than bringing her warm winter clothes and bedding?

There are a lot of them, but Dongshan Village can’t afford them.

Jiang Yan, who had recovered as normal, quickly decided to go to the county town to buy cloth in advance. She didn't make the clothes when the temperature was still good. When it got completely cold, her fingers would be frozen and numb, and she would have no choice but to hide on the kang and shiver.

Jiang Yan hurried along in a hurry, and when he passed by Wangjia Village, he was spotted by an old woman playing hemp at the entrance of the village.

The man stopped what he was doing, narrowed his cloudy white eyes into slits, and asked uncertainly to the other elderly women sitting around him who were also working: "Did someone just run over?"

"Where?" The other person looked up in the direction indicated, but there was no sign of anyone. "Old Lady Wang, are you missing your daughter so much that your eyes are blurry? There's not even a shadow in front of you, it's completely empty."

Old Lady Wang wasn't sure. Her eyesight was poor, and she often saw blurry shadows drifting before her eyes. Could she be mistaken?

Another person chuckled and said, "She must have seen it wrong. Old Lady Wang missed her daughter, but her daughter didn't want to see her. Yingfeng is such a filial daughter. In all these years, the things she sent back to her parents' home were missing only once. Old Lady Wang didn't even give her a hot pancake and urged her to leave. Why would she come back?"

Old Lady Wang pretended she was deaf and continued working. After a while, she seemed to be talking to herself: "If she doesn't come back to see me, I'll go to her husband's house to look for her."

It didn't take long for Jiang Yan to sell out all the mountain products in her bamboo basket after entering the city. She was particularly satisfied with the price, which made her feel that it was worth it for her to boldly follow the trend and go to several neighborhoods in the wealthy area to sell her products.

The rich people who didn't have time to run away are still rich. After they are harvested, there will be new rich people. Rich people can't help but want to eat some fresh goods, which also gives Jiang Yan the opportunity to raise prices again and again.

Before the festival, ordinary people in Rongcheng County would never dare to come to this area to sell things, and even if they accidentally entered, they had to leave as soon as possible.

Because under the management of County Magistrate Huang, the county government took it for free, and the rich families were left on debt, so the chances of losing both money and goods were too high.

But things are very different now.

From the exorbitant entrance fees to the vendors blocking the doors of the rich man's houses, Jiang Yan couldn't help but sigh as he stood in front of the cloth stall: "The new county magistrate seems quite good."

The cloth stall owner corrected him, "The county magistrate hasn't been replaced."

"The county magistrate hasn't been changed? Then the person who comes to control him must be very powerful." Jiang Yan opened her eyes wide and looked at the cloth stall owner expectantly, hoping that he could answer her questions.

County Magistrate Huang thought that not many people knew that he was a puppet, but for the people in the county who had suffered so much from him that they had to keep an eye on his every move to prevent him from causing trouble, there were no secrets as long as he went out.

"I thought you'd already known about the price hike." The cloth stall owner said happily, "That gentleman said that as long as there's no fighting, the county government won't stop us from collecting the debt.

You see, they've blocked the road and the gate, so they can't get out for ten days or half a month. If they don't want to go hungry, they'll have to spend more money to buy food from us."