Transmigrating To Ancient Times With A Kitchen

44 The Plan

Even though that was the truth, the Village Chief still could not help but feel sad.

“Alright, alright, Grandpa Village Chief, let’s think about how to retrieve the medicinal herbs first.” She really did not know what to do with a crying old man.

Speaking of serious matters, the Village Chief immediately restrained his emotions. This was related to the future livelihood of their Jian Family Village, so he could not be careless.

“The blooming period of the honeysuckle is very fast, so I have to take advantage of these few days to harvest it. How about this, I’ll get someone to go to the mountains to cut the vines back after work in the afternoon. At this time, only the children are free, so I’ll get them to pick the flowers first. I’ll try to finish it in these few days so that I can have more income before the summer harvest.”

The Village Chief paused, then looked at Jian Qingqing in embarrassment. “Qingqing, how about this? You found this business, do you really want to give it to the villagers?”

Jian Qingqing nodded. “Sure, it’s up to you. My grandparents, uncles, and uncles in the village have all watched me grow up. If I had a way to make money, how could I leave the villagers behind? I can’t just watch my uncles eat the chaff and swallow the vegetables, can I? Are we such heartless people? The cost of my stewed meat business is really too high. Otherwise, I would also want to bring the villagers to do it.”

The Village Chief was touched and nodded. “Grandpa knows that your family is kind. Qingqing, you are magnanimous too. Don’t worry. If anyone dares to gossip in the future, I will not let them off!”

The Village Chief knew that because the Jian Family had made a stewed meat business, many people in the village were jealous and gossiped behind their backs. The Village Chief also had these thoughts in the past. When everyone was eating rice and vegetables, suddenly one of them could eat rice and fish, it was normal for others to have such thoughts.

The Village Chief was also ashamed that he had such thoughts. However, Jian Qingqing was able to tell the villagers about such an important business like selling medicinal herbs. This meant that she was a good person, in the future, if anyone dared to speak ill of Jian Qingqing’s family again, he would be the first to punish that person!

“Thank you, Grandpa Village Chief!”

“Hey! Qingqing, eat first. I will gather people to talk about this matter.”

After that, he looked at Jian Dajin and said, “Boss, go and take out the gong! Ring the gong and call everyone in the village to gather!”

The Village Chief was an impatient person. Such an important matter naturally had to be done early. He did not even have time to eat.

“Yes, Father!” Jian Dajin’s heart was burning. His family had not made any money in a long time. They were all eating vegetables. If honeysuckle could earn money, they could at least buy some rice to eat.

There was only one gong in the Jian Family Village. It was only used when something big happened, so when the gong sounded, every family rushed to the Village Chief’s house.

About 15 minutes later, everyone gathered at the Village Chief’s house. They stood outside in a dense mass of people.

“Village Chief, What’s the matter? We’re still eating!”

“Yeah, yeah, what’s so urgent?”

“Could it be that something big has happened? Is it another conscription?”

“Conscription? How am I supposed to live like this! My two sons died on the battlefield, and I only have one son left in the family! This is too much! I don’t want to live anymore!”

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“Quiet! Don’t speak!” the Village Chief stood on the rock and shouted loudly.

The restless crowd gradually quieted down.

Seeing that no one spoke anymore, the Village Chief cleared his throat and said loudly, “Today! I have an important announcement to make! It concerns the future of our Jian Family Village. It’s good news!”

“Good news? What good news can there be?” a young man standing at the front asked loudly.

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