C7 Pick the Persimmons

"I have a way." Fu Nanzhu said calmly.

"What way?" Zhan Ling'er's despairing eyes were filled with hope. She raised her sleeves and wiped the tears on her face. Her pair of slender eyes stared intently at Fu Nanzhu, hoping to get a reliable answer from her mouth.

"You don't need to know." Fu Nanzhu stood in the courtyard and looked towards the side of the mountain. The side was bright red and was a delightful orange. She had already made plans in her heart.

"What do you mean I don't need..." Zhan Ling'er felt as if her hair had exploded.

"Ling'er!" Old Madam Zhan berated.

The debt was owed by them and Daughter-in-law did not know what to say. Two taels of silver was a large sum and there were some close families in the village. She went to see if she could borrow some and fill up the hole in Hee Dongxiang's place.

Fu Nanzhu raised her arm and pointed at the mountain in the distance. Her eyes flashed as she asked, "Mother, this is a persimmon right? We can take in all the persimmons in autumn. Do we have any persimmon trees in our family?"

"Yes!" Old Madam Zhan frowned and was worried about two taels of silver. Fu Nanzhu's words reminded her that persimmons could also be sold for money.

Linshui Village relied on water. Most of the miscellaneous trees on the mountain were chopped up by the villagers and burned. Most of the trees on the mountain were fruit trees. This season, the persimmons were red and the mountain was red.

Almost every mountain had a few persimmon trees. The yield of the persimmon trees was high, and each tree could harvest nearly a hundred kilograms of persimmons.

"You guys from Peach Blossom Village don't plant persimmons, right? The persimmons can be harvested. But this newly acquired persimmon is astringent, it has to be stewed in a jar. Only when cooked will it be sweet. However, this is still a little astringent. Quite a lot of people don't like to eat it. " Old Madam Zhan explained to Fu Nanzhu. Other than the crops in the fields, persimmons were also a source of income.

Mother, wake up. Even if you are bored, it will still take ten days and half a month to mature persimmons. Xiangling's mother only gave five days. " Zhan Ling'er almost screamed as she finished a string of words. In the end, she said dejectedly, "The persimmons are not worth much. Even if they are sold out, they are not worth two taels."

Fu Nanzhu naturally knew about this. In her previous life, she was also Daughter-in-law of the Zhan family. Persimmons were also picked for her. Fresh persimmons were sold for one wen and three jin. The ones that were ripe were one wen and one jin. However, she had to sell them in town and it was not easy to sell them.

Even if he sold all the persimmons in the Zhan family, he would only get five hundred wen at most. In total, he would get half a silver coin.

"Mother, bring me to pick the persimmons." Fu Nanzhu said crisply.

Her extra life was not for nothing. At least, she learned from that person how to eat another type of persimmon, called Crispy Persimmon. No one here knew this eating method, so it might be sold at a higher price.

However, she did not intend to tell Old Madam Zhan. She was afraid that she would not be able to earn much money to make her happy for nothing. No matter how bad it was, if she sold her silver bracelet and silver lilac, she would still be able to get a few taels of silver no matter what. She was not afraid of Hee Dongxiang.

Old Madam Zhan nodded silently and exhaled a long breath. She seemed to have pulled herself together as she instructed Zhan Ling'er, "Ling'er go get a few bamboo baskets. Let's go pick some persimmons together."

"Mother, persimmons are not worth much!" Zhan Ling'er stubbornly pulled her face and turned her body to the side.

"If you can gather a bit, then it should be a little bit. Quickly go!" Old Madam Zhan gently pushed her.

Zhan Ling'er went away with a sullen face. She could not figure it out in her heart. She just needed to apologize. Why didn't her mother and that woman want to do it? Xiangling's mother was not that difficult to talk to...

No matter how unwilling Zhan Ling'er was, she had to listen to her mother. After eating sweet potatoes for lunch and carrying a basket on her back, the three women from the Zhan family went up the mountain.

The persimmon trees were planted halfway up the mountain. There were wild beasts in the depths of the mountain. Basically, no one picked the persimmons in the deep mountains. There were also people in the village picking persimmons. Some poked their heads out of the trees to greet them.

"Aunt Yun Xiao, you guys are here to pick persimmons too. I hope that this year the seller can give you a high price. I heard that the Ruan family is here to collect debts with you?" The people in the open and in the dark all had the intention of watching a show.

"Sigh, I'm here to collect debts. You should be busy. Let's go pick some persimmons. It's better if we can gather some." Old Madam Zhan bitterly smiled and pulled Zhan Ling'er away. She walked towards her own persimmon tree. Fu Nanzhu also closely followed behind.

It did not take long for them to reach the mountain of Zhan family. The biggest persimmon tree could only be carried by the three of them. The branches of the tree spread out like a giant umbrella and the tree was full of persimmons.

Fu Nanzhu put the basket down and prepared to go up the tree but was held down by Zhan Ling'er. She raised her pointy chin slightly and said, "I'll go up the tree. I'm small and I can climb high. Pick it up on the ground."

"Okay."

Picking persimmons carefully would not fall off. Bending down to pick persimmons was more tiring and Fu Nanzhu did not fight with her.

"Be careful." Old Madam Zhan reminded.

Zhan Ling'er was like a nimble monkey. She jumped onto the tree in a few seconds and climbed onto the lowest branch. She started picking persimmons and threw them down.

The ground was covered with soft grass and yellow leaves. They would not be smashed if they were thrown down. Fu Nanzhu and Old Madam Zhan bent down and started picking persimmons. They bent their backs and started picking up prawns.

"Catch -" Zhan Ling'er picked two more persimmons. Seeing Fu Nanzhu bent down to pick them up, she deliberately used the persimmons to hit her.

By the time Fu Nanzhu reacted, the persimmons had already hit her forehead. She could not help but hiss and quietly endure it. After all, Zhan Ling'er was angry in her heart.

But Zhan Ling'er still did not stop and deliberately smashed the persimmon on her body. Fu Nanzhu picked up the persimmon while dodging left and right but was still hit a few times.

Old Madam Zhan who was at the side could not take it anymore and said with a sullen face, "Ling'er, if you don't want to take it, then let your sister-in-law take it. You come down and pick it with mother."

"Got it." Zhan Ling'er stuck out her tongue and sensibly stopped messing around.

It was not until the sky turned dark that the persimmon tree was finished. Looking at the three baskets full of persimmons, they also made trouble. Not to mention the three baskets full, even if the two of them carried one basket down the mountain, they would be very tired.

"Mother, you and Ling'er can carry the persimmons. I will stay here and guard." Fu Nanzhu was the first to speak. If no one was guarding, what if someone took away the persimmons that they had painstakingly picked? The persimmons that covered the mountains and plains did not leave a mark. At that time, it would be hard to say even if they had a mouth.

"I only know how to be lazy. Why didn't you move them?" Zhan Ling'er curled her lips and said. She did not like Fu Nanzhu and subconsciously felt that she was doing this because she wanted to be lazy.

"Then you can keep watch. Mom and I will move." Fu Nanzhu shrugged her shoulders. Now that most of the people who picked the persimmons had gone back, the sky was getting darker and darker. The autumn wind blew past the leaves. It was cold and scary. She did not have the heart to let Zhan Ling'er, a little girl, stay here. That was why she suggested it out of goodwill.

Zhan Ling'er was not stupid. The wind made her shiver. She quickly said, "You should guard it. Mother, let's move quickly. I am hungry." With that, she dragged Old Madam Zhan and Old Madam Zhan down the mountain carrying a basket of persimmons.