The Food Guide of the little lucky girl

47 No Handle Left

Song Yue was happy to see that her father was fine. Her grandfather had her grandmother by his side, so there was no need for her to worry about him. But she still had to go and see him, so she went over to take a look.

　　Pan was with Song Tudi. The old couple talked about family matters, such as how to take care of the land at home and how the villagers were in a mess recently.

　　"If you ask me, it's the competition that caused all of them to get hurt. They all felt uneasy and went to borrow money to compete. Now they've spent the money and lost the competition, and they're making a fuss every day. A few days ago, I heard that Shitou's father stole a chicken from Zhang Er's house and sold it. The incident almost caused the head of the village to be called over."

　　As a conservative old woman, Mrs. Pan really looked down upon these competitions. They were just to whet people's appetite. Look how they could turn people's lives upside down.

　　She knew it clearly.

　　Song Yue's victory is a talent, but why should others participate in the competition without any ideas or abilities?

　　Isn't that just courting death?

　　Pan was just afraid that others would have nothing to steal later and would then reach out to their house.

　　Upon hearing this, Song Tudi signaled Pan to say less. He lowered his voice and said in a low voice: "This matter is what the emperor wants to do. It is inappropriate for you to say this. If others hear it, be careful that something bad will happen."

　　His tone of voice was quite serious.

　　Some blame her.

　　Mrs. Pan's face was visibly panicked. She looked around to make sure no one was around and whispered, "I'm just angry. Why are we being played like monkeys? We just do whatever the higher-ups tell us to do. How many people starved to death here during the disaster a few years ago? We didn't even get any help."

　　It’s good enough that the government doesn’t take their money, so how can they expect any relief food?

　　Song Tudi took a deep breath and tapped his pipe. "You are getting more and more confused. Is this something you can say? Shut up!"

　　Only then did Mrs. Pan shut up.

　　He sighed heavily again.

　　Song Tudi repeatedly warned the old woman not to bring trouble to her family.

　　This mouth really needs to be controlled.

　　Pan had no choice but to give in. "I saw that there was no one around. Can't I have a chat with you?"

　　I still feel a little angry about this.

　　She is not close to her daughter-in-law at home, and her grandchildren are not even close to her.

　　The only person I kiss is my little girl.

　　It’s just that my little girl is getting old, and she’s not willing to talk to me about some of her concerns.

　　Mrs. Pan is very lonely.

　　Song Tudi said that she was idle, "Why don't you go to the fields more often? We farmers rely on the weather and the land for our livelihood. If you take good care of the land, it will produce food. Our summer grain is especially important this year."

　　It’s about profits!

　　He asked Pan to look after the fields.

　　Pan nodded and said, "I'm watching. Isn't that what makes you impatient? You guys are not at home, and we women and useless boys are the only ones left. I'm worried that our villagers will start to worry about the food in our fields. What will we do?"