Farming in the Mountains: Max Level Jiaojiao Is Three Years Old

Chapter 220: The First

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Yes, yes.” Everyone agreed from the bottom of their hearts.

They talked for a while more before everyone dispersed and returned to their respective homes.

Li Qingshu and the others gathered together again after a short while. They discussed in private that they could not let Jiang Yue and the others help them so much. They should at least be given something. Otherwise, they would not feel good.

Li Qingshu’s parents agreed. They said that there was nothing valuable in the house, but there were old hens that could lay eggs. They had even agreed to give the family an old hen.

Although Xue Wen’s family lived in the same village as Li Qingshu’s family, they were in different directions. Xue Darong and the others walked and found that Xue Wen was lost in thought.

Hence, Xue Darong and the others stopped and asked Xue Wen, “What is this? Shouldn’t you be happy that the oil mill can continue to operate?”

“It’s not that I’m not happy,” Xue Wen said with a smile, “I’m just thinking that without Xue Yan and Jiang Yue, my oil workshop would be ruined.”

Before Xue Wen could finish, Xue Darong and the others nodded in understanding.

Xue Darong sighed. “Xue Wen, you have to remember their good deeds for the rest of your life. They helped you so much, but they never expected anything from you. We can’t do that. We have to remember that if that family needs help in the future, you must be the first one to go, understand?”

“Father, don’t worry. I will!” Xue Wen said firmly. There weren’t many people in this world who could help him like his uncle’s family. Even if his father didn’t say it, he knew he had to do it.

Qian Caiyu said, “Sanfu’s family even made candy this time. I feel bad no matter how I think about it. Let’s send another chicken over. These days, Dabao and Xiaobao have been eating a lot of their candy. Those sweets are so expensive, and we usually can’t bear to buy a piece for Dabao and Xiaobao.”

“Forget it,” Xue Darong said. “The last time you killed an old hen and sent it over, Dafu almost kicked up a fuss with me, saying that I’m being too polite.” After some thought, Xue Darong said, “How about this? In the future, we’ll always buy some food for the children and let Dabao and Xiaobao send it to Xue Yan and Jiang Yue. Dabao and Xiaobao can share their own food too. Dafu and the others can’t say anything about that.”

“That’s good, that’s good.” Qian Caiyu, Xue Wen, and Xue Wen’s wife all felt that it was a good idea and were very happy.

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When Jiang Yue and the others returned, they saw more than a dozen old hens with wings and legs tied to them lying on the ground in their courtyard. The old hens were all clucking.

There was also an unfamiliar old hen. Although her wings were tied, only one of her legs was tied with a rope. It was obvious that it was originally tied, but this old hen had broken free.

At this moment, the hen was running around the yard. Liu Guixia and the others were trying to catch it, but they were struggling.